Draco had already met the Weasleys, had essentially been inducted into their family and accepted as one of them. That had been the easy part. But now it was time to meet Hermione's real family, and he was bloody horrified. Impressing them would be simpleāhe was, after all, a Malfoy, and he impressed everyone he met. It was much harder, however, to do the more important job of gaining their approval.
He didn't know what muggles were like! What did muggles even do for fun? Did they spend all their time making up for the fact that they didn't have magic and pretending that they were happy? He wasn't quite sure he understood their sorry existence but for Hermione's sake he certainly had to try.
His girlfriend drove them (yes, he had gotten into a bloody muggle car) to her parents' house, both of them in a contemplative silence.
Hermione opened her mouth just once, to ask, "Are you ready for this?"
He gave her a look of pure panic. She chuckled softly.
When they arrived, Hermione was pulled into a tight hug by both of her parents, with snippets of 'oh, you look so lovely in that dress,' and 'mum, did you get a haircut?' escaping the huddle to fall on Draco's ears.
When they let go of each other, Mrs. Granger turned to Draco and pulled him into her arms as well. He was astonished. Draco Malfoy was not a hugger. He only ever hugged Hermione and even that was still strange for him.
"You must be Draco! We've heard so much about you."
He smiled. "Have you? I'm certain Hermione only tells you the awful things."
"Of course not! But I'd like to get to know you myself," Mr. Granger said, thumping his hand on Draco's back with a playful gleam in his eyes.
Draco paled, noticeably. "Of course." Muggle fathers were just as protective of their daughters, it seemed.
They walked into the house, Hermione's mother taking her aside to whisper, "He's so handsome!"
"I know," Hermione responded, grinning.
