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Summary: It's finally time for Draco to meet the parents.

Continuity: Post Hogwarts

Rating: T

A/N: I have a some Dramione prompts in my Tumblr inbox, so I'm going to start uploading the shorter ones here. This drabble is dedicated to my wifey grlie-girl under the prompt: "They're going to love you, don't worry!" ❤️? I've been feeling very fluffy lately, so I had fun writing this soft little fic! Enjoy!

Follow the Leader
By: sushigirlali

Hermione rushed out of the bedroom with one shoe on and the other still in her hand. "Draco? Draco, are you ready? We're going to be late!"

"In here," he replied from the living room.

Peering through their small retro style kitchen to the other side of the apartment, Hermione was surprised to see him sitting on their large leather sectional with his head in his hands.

"Draco?" she called softly, moving to his side. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just…what if they don't like me?" he said, looking up at her worriedly. "I know how I can come off sometimes, and I—I…"

"Oh, Draco," Hermione sighed as he leaned forward, resting his forehead against her flat stomach. "They're going to love you, don't worry!" she reassured him, brushing her fingers through his silky white-blonde hair.

"Your friends don't," he reminded her gruffly.

"You have history with them," she said pointedly. "They have valid reasons to be…wary of you. My parents don't."

Draco pulled back, frowning at her words. "I guess I was a real prat in school, huh? For them to still hate me the way they do?"

"They don't hate you," she corrected. "They're just, well…" Hermione paused, trying to come up with the most tactful way to respond. "Listen, regardless of what my friends think, my parents aren't biased against you, okay?"

"Because you've never talked to them about me?" he asked, sounding insecure.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Because they know I love you, idiot."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"I…guess it'll be okay, then," Draco said slowly, linking their hands together. "Ready?"

"Yes," Hermione smiled, tugging him up from the sofa and toward the fireplace. "I can't believe you're more nervous to meet my parents than I was to meet yours," she chuckled, reaching for their store of floo powder.

"Hey," Draco stopped her, turning her to face him. "I know it took them a while to come around, but it wouldn't have mattered to me if my parents had disapproved of our relationship in the end; you're my person and nothing and no one will ever change that."

She chewed her lip. "But? I sense a 'but' here."

"But I do care about your parent's opinions," he said bashfully. "Even though my mother and father have reformed, they're still predisposed to think that I'm their perfect pureblood son. But I'm not. I'm just a man in love, and I want your mom and dad to see me that way too."

"Keep talking like that and I promise you they will," Hermione said, eyes bright with emotion. "Just be yourself and everything will work out."

"Okay, I think I can do that. Thanks, love," Draco kissed the back of her hand before releasing it. "Lead the way, Granger, you know I'll follow you anywhere."

And he did.

-FIN-

A/N: I haven't written Dramione in sooo long! I actually have a multi-chapter fic in various stages of completion that I started a few years ago and have been meaning to finish. Maybe now is the time?! We'll see where my muse takes me haha