A/N: Not many people (ok, ONE) are reviewing, and that kinda disappointed me, but oh well. I'm writing this for me, not you, so you know… Ok, so this one is a little (or a lot) bit longer than the first one. It's a lot more dramatic, and I'm finding out how hard it is to write humour stories. Personally, I wish there were 3 different genres so I could have romance, drama and humour. This one's a little funny and a lot fluffy. Sorry about that. Anyways… enjoy! :D

Harry said thank you and left the restaurant, hurrying to say a proper good-bye to Hermione, who was laughing on her Muggle mobile-phone about what she had told Harry before. It obviously was hilarious to her, but no one else really cared; they all had to step around her as she chattered away, oblivious.

"And that's when I told him!" She screeched, laughing so hard she doubled over.

"Hermioneeeeeeeeee!" Draco whined, three weeks later as he unknowingly carried a box of camping supplies to his Muggle car. "Why can't we just use magic to put this crap in the car? Why are we even putting it in the car in the first place? We're wizards, Hermione."

Hermione rolled her eyes at him. "You're the wizard. I'm a witch. Get it right, Draco." Draco put on a pouty face, which made Hermione giggle. "And we're going away for a non-magic week." She explained, as if talking to a five year old.

"WHAT?" Draco exclaimed.

"I've told you before. You should listen when I speak to you."

"But Hermioneee-" Hermione cut him off before he could whine any more.

"Shut it Draco." She demanded, placing the sleeping bags she was holding into the back of their car; the car that Draco had only agreed to buy because Hermione convinced him that all wizards were driving cars these days, but truthfully, she knew it would be helpful one day, one way or another.

Draco gave her a hurt look, before turning on his - Italian leather, might I add - heel to go and collect the camping chairs. "But can't you at least tell me where we're going. No magic for a week and you won't tell me where we're going. This is bullshit."

"Draco, if you weren't so against Muggles then you'd probably have worked it out by now." Hermione said, looking at him pitifully, and it was true. Draco Malfoy may have married a Muggleborn, but he was still not used to Muggles; the only ones he had ever spoken civilly with were her parents, and Hermione smiled and stopped walking as she remembered the day.

She and Draco had been walking in Diagon Alley, half a year ago, hands clasped together, weaving in and out of shocked witches and wizards. There they were. Two war veterans. Best friend of Harry Potter, bookworm, Gryffindor, Muggleborn Hermione Granger was walking and talking lovingly with son of two Death Eaters, ex-Death Eater, prat, Slytherin, pureblood Draco Malfoy. It was quite a sight to see. The dating couple were oblivious to the open mouths and the stares, and soon made their way into a local café. They sat at a small table out in the front courtyard, raised slightly from the rest of Diagon Alley. They sat like they were truly in love; hands clasped over the table, staring deeply into each other's eyes, speaking of how they wanted to spend their lives together. Hours later, still, they sat there, empty coffee cuts and half eaten pieces of different cakes scattered all over their little café table, but they had barely left each other's eye contact.

Hermione had brought her boyfriend there so he could meet with her parents, but after all those hours, she had forgotten. And so when they showed up at the café right next to them after passing through the Leaky Cauldron, but neither Hermione or Draco noticed as they stood there, waiting patiently for the pair to look up from their conversation. When Mr Granger finally had enough of listening to the pair blabber on, he coughed meaningfully and both heads whipped towards them.

"Dad!" Hermione jumped from her seat. "Mum! How long have you been there?" She hugged her parents tightly, then quickly remembering Draco and motioning for him to stand up.

"Long enough to understand that you two were made for each other." Mrs Granger said, looking at the two of them proudly. Hermione blushed and started to introduce Draco to her parents.

"Mum, Dad, this is Draco. Draco, this is well, my mum and dad." She said.

"Oh how lovely it is to meet you! Hermione's told us that she was seeing someone but refused to tell us your name. How cheeky can she be sometimes?" Hermione's mother exclaimed, and Draco shook her hand awkwardly, but pulled back when she leant in for a hug.

"Nice to meet you, Draco. What did you say your last name was again? I'm sure I'll remember who you are if you tell us that. It's odd; in what, well, I think is the real world, everyone gets called by their first names at schools, however bad you hate them." Mr Granger gripped his hand tightly, and stared into Draco's eyes, but Draco had to break the gaze and look helplessly at Hermione.

"Oh, well, Dad, there's something I didn't really tell you. The reason I never really told you about him… well… he's only recently become a happy part of my life, you might say." Hermione explained.

Mrs Granger let out a surprised "Oh!"

"Really? Well, I never really expected this." Her father looked at Draco with suspicion in his eye.

"Okay, this is going to shock you a little, but remember when I told you about Malfoy?"

"Oh yes. He was the one who used to taunt you all the time. Never got over the fact that you were born to non-magic people." Mrs Granger said. "I remember comforting you for days back in your first year when you returned for Christmas."

"Yes, well-"

"You don't mean to say that this is the Malfoy boy?" Mr Granger exclaimed.

Draco reached for Hermione's hand and quickly squeezed it tightly, glancing at her, his face paler than it usually was, his eyes filled with fear, although Hermione refused to believe that her father scared him. After all, he was the son of Lucius Malfoy, one of the select few in Lord Voldemort's inner circle. Many times, Draco had explained, that he'd come face to face with the Dark Lord himself, and that a little of the Cruciatus curse every once in a while was pretty normal for him. Surely Mr Granger didn't scare him after that.

"Well, yes, he is." Hermione said. "But Dad, before you freak out even more than you already have, I just want to let you know that I've forgiven him and all of our troubles have been put behind us." She watched as her father's eyes relaxed slightly.

"Well, at least you've gotten over your childhood rivalries." He sighed. "You treat my Hermione well, ok?" He said, turning to Draco.

"Yeah, of course. I'd never hurt her." He said, and quickly looked awkwardly at his feet, not wanting to cause any more trouble than he already had.

"Well, let's order dinner, okay?" She said, grabbing her wand and suddenly two more places appeared for her parents, and ushering them into their seats. Waving a waiter over, she asked for four menus, and slowly the night wore on, Draco only speaking when he was spoken to.

'This must have been how he grew up.' Hermione thought sadly. 'Only speaking when needed, in fear of getting punished.' Her smile faltered for a moment, before she drew her hands away from her plate and gripping Draco's under the table, giving him a reassuring glance. It had been an eventful day, and she had given so much for Draco to think about, but little did she know that the next day, after only half a year of being civil to each other, he would propose to her.

"Granger?" Draco clicked his fingers in front of her face. "Earth to Granger?"

"What?" She said, quickly changing from the past to the present.

"That's everything. Except that box in your hands. Going to put it in the car or not?"

"Oh." Hermione glanced at him. "Sorry."

"No, it's okay."

"Right. Well." Hermione clapped her hands together. "Get in the car! Let the road trip begin!" She pointed at the car door. "Get in, fool!"

"Road trip? What?" Draco looked confused.

"Oh wow. You really were never educated about Muggles. And here I am thinking it was all an act!" Hermione exclaimed, but when Draco continued to look confused, she explained to him the meaning of a road trip. "Well, as we're not using magic all week," she raised her eyebrows at him, "we can't Apparate there. So we're going to use the car to get ourselves there. Don't worry, Draco, I'll drive. But it's going to take time; our destination is pretty far away."

"Any chance you'll tell me where our destination is?"

"Maybe."

"YES!" Draco jumped up and down in excitement.

"Just like a little girl." Hermione laughed.

"She's going to tellll meeeeeee! She's going to tellll meeeeeee!" He sang, and at this point Hermione was glad that they lived on his manor, away from prying eyes that would probably be looking at him like he was insane, if they could see him that is.

"Shut up, Malfoy. Get in the car." She said, giggling still from his childish act. She ran behind him and pushed him into the passenger seat, and closed the door behind him. Walking around to the other side of the car, she could hear his singing coming from the inside.

"She's going to tellll meeeeeee! She's going to tellll meeeeeee! Let's all rejoice, she's going to tellll meeeeeee!"

Hermione laughed out loud at this, climbing into the car and starting the engine. Draco was still singing as they made their way down the road and to the freeway, ignoring the odd looks they were getting from everyone that they passed; they lived in a part of town only occupied my magical people, the residents made sure of that, and to see a car rumbling down the road with a singing man inside was quite strange for them. Not that they hadn't seen strange before; the Malfoy residence had been there for centuries, almost all of its inhabitants being dark wizards to witches.

"So will you tell me now?" Draco asked, thirty seconds into their long trip.

"No."

"WHAT?" Draco tried to jump up, but was held back by his seatbelt. "Argh, dumb thing." He grabbed the seatbelt and pulled on it, trying to loosen it, but instead just pulled it tighter. Hermione could hear a small gasp for breath.

"God, I hate Muggles!" Draco exclaimed, still trying to fight his way out of the seatbelt. "They come up with ridiculous things like seatbelts. What good will it do?"

Hermione knew the question was rhetorical but wanted to keep her husband on his toes. "What if we have an accident? What will we do then?"

"I don't know." He said, then suddenly let go the seatbelt and sank back into his seat.

"Take a guess."

"St Mungos? They can fix anyone in seconds."

"No magic, remember?"

"Um…" He looked around the car, as if looking for someone to tell him the answer. "I don't know." He said solemnly. Hermione did a mock gasp.

"What? Draco Malfoy is stuck for an answer! I'd never believe it if I hadn't seen it myself." She teased him.

"Shut up, Granger." He snapped.

"What if I told you, 'no' to that question? Hm?"

Draco rolled his eyes. He knew Hermione was just trying to mess with him. "You should shut up, 'Mione. I know things about you I'm positive Potter and the Weasel won't want to know." He taunted.

"Don't call Ron the Weasel!" Hermione blushed at the thought of her ex-boyfriend. "And open your mouth on this trip about anything and you won't want to live another day." She hissed.

"Sure, sure. Because you'd hurt me."

"I would!"

"Shut it Granger, you know you wouldn't."

Hermione fell silent.

"So are you going to tell me where we're going yet?"

"No." Hermione kept her eyes firmly focused on the road, but she couldn't hold in a twinkle.

"Please?" Draco begged.

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Pretty please?"

"No."

"Hermione, I've got secrets about you, remember?" He taunted her.

"No."

Draco ignored her comment. "I'm sure Potter and Weasley won't want to know some of these things I've got all stored in my brain."

"No."

He ignored her again. "Like how yesterda-"

"FINE!" She screamed. "Fine, I'll tell you! Just shut up! Merlin, you talk a lot, don't you?"

"Yes, well."

"Urgh."

"And?" He looked expectantly at her. "Where are we going?"

"We're going camping, Draco. Like Muggles. To make sure you finally understand them."

"WHAT?" Draco again tried to jump from his seat. "Camping? Like Muggles? Please tell me you at least had the sense to bring our good tent." He continued to struggle in his seatbelt, occasionally pulling on it and knocking the breath out of himself.

"Like Muggles, remember? They sleep in tents that are the same size inside and out."

"No, no, no, no…" Draco was looking at his lap, shaking his head. "No, no, no, no." He muttered. "Muggles, Muggles, Muggles, Muggles… no, no, no, no."

"What's wrong?" Hermione glanced at him. "Drake, are you ok?"

"No, no, no, no. Muggles… no, no, no, no." His voice quivered as he spoke, his eyes wide.

"Draco, are you… scared of Muggles?" Hermione touched him comfortingly on the arm.

Draco's head snapped back and glared at her. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" He spat.

"You know, just a little frightened of them?"

"No!" He exclaimed, but didn't dare look Hermione in the eye, and she could tell he was lying.

"Are you sure? It's ok to be frightened, Draco. I'm scared of ridiculous things; like irons. I burnt my hand from one when I was eight and haven't looked at one since." She giggled at her stupidity.

Draco was quick to change the subject off himself. "What are irons?" He asked.

"They're Muggle things used to flatten out creases in clothing. But I can see you trying to change the subject, Draco. I'm not the smartest witch of our day for nothing.

"I am not scared of Muggles, Hermione."

"How thick do you think I am, Draco?"

"I'm not!"

"Come on."

"No! Seriously!"

"Draco, it's okay to be scared of things! Admit it! Muggles scare you!" Hermione looked at him with sad eyes, and touched his arm again.

"They do not!"

"Please? For me? Just spit it out."

"Let it go!"

"I'm just trying to help you here! It's ok to be frightened."

"No."

"Draco. Please."

"NO!"

"Please?"

"They're just so insanely frighteninggggggggggggg!" Draco had given in and was wailing by now.

Hermione looked at him, tears streaming down his face, and she quickly decided to pull over and comfort him about his… tragedy? Truthfully, Hermione didn't think Draco would break though that easily. When she was safely on the side of the freeway, Hermione got out of the drivers' seat and walked around to the other side of the car. Opening the passenger seats' door, she found her big, bold, courageous Draco crumpled into a little ball on his seat, crying his eyes out. Hermione, who had found it was starting to rain, clambered onto Draco's seat and sat on his lap, putting her arms around him.

"Shhh, shhh, don't cry baby. It's okay. We're going to be okay."

Draco buried his face in the nook of Hermione's shoulder, taking in the soft scent of her caramel coloured hair. Hermione hugged him tightly, something she was sure his mother never did when he was a boy.

"I don't know…" Came a muffled whisper from her shoulder, and Hermione hugged him tightly as he struggled to get the right words out. "I don't know… why…" He sniffed, pulling back slightly to speak clearer. "They just…" He whimpered.

Hermione pushed him back into her shoulder gently. "I know, Drake, I know." She hugged him tightly as he sobbed. She suddenly thought of a little speech to make as he cried, and off she went.

"Sometimes," she began, "we find things scary. Or frightening. Or just so unusual it makes us want to scream. But sometimes," she took a breath, "we just have to get it over with. Like this camping trip? You may be scared, but no Muggles will be around there. It'll just be me, you, Harry, Ginny and a ton of other wizards who all fought in the war against You-Know-Who." Hermione wasn't scared of the name Voldemort, but knew that with the past experiences Draco had, she was best not to say the name. "No one can come and hurt you, and I doubt Muggles will come near us at all. When I told you that we weren't using magic, I just wanted you to see the way Muggles do it. That way, maybe, you would understand how they work, and finally let go of your hatred towards them. Don't you worry, babe. I have our wands in my purse. I won't let anyone touch you. Ever. You're my Draco, my Drakey, my Dragon. And don't you ever forget that." Hermione looked around the world for something that would separate her and Draco, who didn't seem to want to let go of her.

She patted his back again, hugged him tightly, and then pulled back. His face was tear-stained and blotchy, and paler than it usually was. His platinum blonde hair hung at odd angles, and his silver eyes looked scared.

"Thanks." Was the only word he seemed to be able to get out of his mouth.

"It's fine. I love you Drakey. Don't forget it." She kissed him lightly on the lips before smiling sorrowfully and getting back out of the car and back into her seat. As she got in, he smiled at her, and grabbed a blanket from his feet, shivering slightly and staring out the window. It was the Muggle world; a world he hardly ever entered, a world he knew little about. So much so, that it scared him to tears. Hermione knew not to tease him about it, not to hang it over his head like she did with other secrets of his. She knew it, and she accepted it.

Turning the car back on again, Hermione made her way back onto the freeway and started again with the long drive to the campsite her parents used to take her to when she was just five years old. She smiled.

A/N: It's very hard to write humour stories… but it was just so fluffy (personally) but yeah! I hope you liked! R&R PLS!