"Why do we have to wear these ridiculous formal robes? All we're doing is going to the French Ministry, you and Hermione are going to sign some papers, wave your wands, and then we're going out for dinner to celebrate. Why does that necessitate me wearing robes I can't breathe in? I'm not even the one getting married!" Draco glared at the robes that currently lay on Harry's bed. "How come yours are all nice and swishy and mine are stiff?"
"One, I picked out my own robes and you owl-ordered yours. Two, I paid for my own robes. Three, Uncle Severus sent me to the guy that makes his robes. Four, you're a wizard, man. You can use magic to fix them. You have to be downstairs in five minutes, Draco. I suggest you get dressed, or Mum will be rather annoyed." Harry walked out of his room, leaving Draco to lament the non-"swishyness" of his formal robes.
As soon as Harry came down the stairs, Narcissa started fixing his robes. "You can't get married in wrinkly robes, Harry." He rolled his eyes. He and Draco were going to have a sibling by September 1, only two weeks away, and Narcissa had become rather emotional. They found it better to let her do what she wanted. It saved Gawain a load of trouble. "Your father is going to meet us at the Department of Magical Records. He didn't want to work today, but they called him in anyway. He's such a loving and hardworking man." She sniffed. "We're so proud of you, Harry. Your mother would have loved to see you get married. She was such a wonderful mother. Hermione's a lot like her."
Harry wished one of his uncles were there. He loved Narcissa, but he'd heard this speech several times, each one more tearful than the next. Severus and Sirius were picking up Hermione and her parents with a portkey. Regulus was working in England and couldn't come to the marriage or the dinner. Since Narcissa couldn't use any form of magical transportation, Harry and Draco were going to drive with her in their car. Harry knew how to drive and was competent. "I wish my mum could have been here too, but I think she'd be happy that she has such a wonderful stand in." That set Narcissa off even more.
"What did you say to her, Harry?" Draco muttered as they helped her in the car. "She's making more noise than a badly-charmed tea pot."
"I just told her that she was doing a good job at being my mum." He shrugged. "I didn't know it would set her off like that."
"Everything sets her off these days. 'Oh, Harry made Head Boy and Quidditch Captain', 'Draco's made Slytherin Prefect again, and he's Captain too'…it's enough to make me ill."
"Be nice, Dragon. You are in a bad mood today."Harry shut Draco's door. "Hermione, tell Dragon to stop whining. It's getting irritating."
"Dragon, no whining on our special day… You're meeting my parents for the first time, and you don't want to give them the wrong impression, do you?"
"No. You don't have to deal with un-swishy robes, overemotional mothers, or bumpy roads, either. I have a right to be cranky."
"You do not. Behave, Dragon, or I shall be forced to take away your favorite blanket until we get back to Hogwarts."
"You cannot have my blanket, Granger. I won't let you have it."
"Behave then."
"Yes, ma'am…you're so lucky, Harry." Draco glared at him from the back seat.
"I know. See you later, 'Mione."
"Even though I'm used to it now, it's still rather odd when you talk to each other in your heads," Narcissa muttered. "What do you talk about?"
"Most of the time, we discuss prank ideas that we don't want anyone to know about. Sometimes, we discuss punishments. Right, Dragon?"
"I'm going to get you, Harry," Draco growled.
"You wouldn't dream of it, brother…not with Mum in the front seat, anyway." Harry turned down a side road and parked in front of a dark grey building. "Everyone out!"
"This food is really good, Dad. Where did you find out about this place?" Draco , finally happy, now that he had changed into "normal" clothes, dug into his chosen dish with relish.
"One of the Aurors suggested it to me. It's owned by squibs and it caters to both magical and muggle diners. That's why Harry can eat his chicken and mashed potatoes, even though that combination is rarely found in France. The food is rather tasty, isn't it?"
Harry, Hermione, and Sirius nodded. Mrs. Granger looked at Gawain. "What is it you do for a living, Mr. Malfoy? I don't believe Hermione mentioned it."
"I'm the head of an elite department in the Ministry of Magic here in France. We deal with law enforcement, creating spells, and disposal of dangerous magical objects. It's a wonderful job, and it pays well, but I work a lot. You're dentists, aren't you?"
"We are. You have a wonderful way of explaining things so that we can understand. I'm afraid we gave up trying to understand our Hermione a long time ago."
Harry grinned. "She's brilliant, isn't she? Second in the school."
"You never told us that, dear. Who's first?" Mr. Granger looked at Harry and Draco, who were very close to laughing at the way Hermione blushed.
Severus decided to take control of the situation. "Harry is. Draco's third. Don't feel bad that Hermione's only second on the all-time academic list, Mr. Granger. My sister, that's Harry's mother, was one of the smartest people in our world. She was eligible for Mastery Level status in Potions, Transfiguration, Charms, and Defense, but she turned them all down when she realized that our friend, Remus Lupin, would not be able to receive them due to his status as a werewolf."
"There really are such things as werewolves in your world? I thought 'Mione was just making that up to scare us."
"She wasn't. Remus was a kind and gentle man, though, unlike many of his fellow werewolves, who were just as vicious human as they were wolf." Narcissa put in.
"We're more than capable of handling any dangerous magical creatures, Mum. Harry, Draco, and I invented several spells that allow them to be studied, rather than killed." She smiled at Harry. The conversation went on throughout the meal.
Some rather uncomfortable questions came during dessert. "Do you have any sort of income to provide for our daughter, Harry?"
Sirius laughed, and answered the question for his bewildered nephew. "Harry is the richest seventeen year old, no, richest person, in magical Europe. On his seventeenth birthday, he inherited the titles and wealth of the Potter estate, which totals in the millions of galleons. That's just the gold. Several properties and artifacts go along with that. There was no biological heir, so that's why he got it," Sirius answered the unasked question.
"He's also the heir to the Ravenwood estate, which he'll receive when I die."Ariana chuckled. "I hope that isn't soon, but nevertheless, he'll be well taken care of. You do not have to worry about money where Harry is concerned."
Mr. Granger let out a sigh of relief. "I had heard that you were wealthy, but I didn't realize how wealthy you were." The questioning wasn't over yet. "Should we expect grandchildren, young man?"
Harry's eyes nearly popped out of his head. Gawain tried hard not to burst out laughing at the expression on his son's face. "I'd like some children, sir. We can't exactly do much to prevent it. Hermione and I are so magically powerful that none of the normal methods of preventing pregnancy will work on us." Harry wanted to crawl under the table. Draco and Severus were trying not to look at each other for fear that they would laugh.
"Speaking of children, Gawain, our baby is coming right now!" Narcissa yelped. It was going to be a long night.
A/n: Here's the first chapter. I hope you all like it!