Hello! Just a quick note to let you know that I really appreciate all of the reviews I've gotten on my previous oneshots! It makes me really happy to know that people like my work! All the same, I've been having a bit of trouble trying to come up with good ideas for fics, so just a little reminder that you can request or supply prompts.

Draco: *cough, cough* Can we move it along, here?

Me: Sorry, Draco. Would you like to give the nice people a summary?

Draco: No.

Me: Okay! Here is an AU! In which Harry is going to Malfoy manor for dinner to meet Draco's parents. There is still magic, but everyone is ordinary and Draco didn't play quidditch…idk, I just altered it :P Enjoy! ^3^

"Stop worrying, Harry! It's going to be fun."

Harry wasn't convinced. He frantically attempted to smoothen his unruly mop of hair as Draco opened the door to Malfoy manor. They stepped inside, and Draco shut the door behind them. "Well, this is it. Not very cozy, huh?"

The interior of the manor was dimly lit and decorated in a regal fashion. Candles flickered in their elegant sconces, illuminating the polished surfaces of tables and the pictures on them; a large, silver-framed mirror reflected the inkiness of the hallway in an almost ghostly manner; a carpet extended over the cold stone floor, so thin that it barely effected the sound of Draco's echoing footsteps as he led Harry through to the drawing room.

The room was empty when they entered, with that same eerie majestic atmosphere but for a dazzling chandelier hanging high above on the ceiling. "Go ahead and sit down, I'll just be a moment." Draco said, disappearing into darkness.

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"Mother," Draco addressed the woman sitting at her dressing table. "Harry is here. You did have a word with father, I presume?" Narcissa flicked her wand, changing the color of her nails to a darker shade of red. "Not yet, dear. I thought I would catch him at his study before he went down." She examined the glossy enamel thoughtfully, then flicked her wand once more to dry it.

"I'll go now," she said, standing up. "We'll be down in a moment, darling."

Draco nodded his thanks, descending down the staircase again, while Narcissa walked a little ways down the hall, turning through a doorway.

"Lucius, they are here." Narcissa informed her husband upon entering the study. Lucius sighed wearily, setting down the book that he was reading. Narcissa shot him a concerned look. "Do try and be polite to him, dear. You've always been so unpleasant around Draco's…friends."

"Whatever are you taking about, Narcissa?" Mr. Malfoy put on a mock-innocent expression, standing up from his chair. "If Mr. Potter is good enough for our son, then he is certainly alright with me."

"Well that's very good of you to say, Lucius."

"After-all, not every half-blood is a stuck-up repulsive little squib." then to himself he snarled, "But I suppose that's to be proven later."

Narcissa walked back to the door. "They are in the drawing room, Lucius, but first I must check on the house elves and make sure that everything is prepared." She gave him a final warning look before heading down to the kitchen.

Mr. Malfoy stood in front of the mirror, straightening his cutaway coat and throwing a leer at himself for good measure. He turned, walking briskly, and as an afterthought, grabbed his large and intimidating serpent cane by the door.

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Harry drummed his fingers anxiously on the cushion of the loveseat, until Draco reached out and grabbed his hand, stilling them. "Enough fussing, they're going to love you."

Harry sighed doubtfully. "And if they don't?"

"I still will."

Harry couldn't help but grin, bringing their hands to his lips and placing a kiss on Draco's knuckles.

"Well, well." Mr. Malfoy's cold, drawling voice interrupted. Harry turned scarlet. "Please, do excuse me. Quite awkward on my part, I assure you."

"Father," Draco said, and he and Harry stood up.

"Oh, no need," Lucius walked towards the armchair opposite them and settled himself in it. Draco sat, pulling on Harry's arm so that he sat too. Mr. Malfoy's eyes lingered upon Harry, an unimpressed expression on his face. "And you must be Harry Potter," he drawled. "Ah, yes. Draco's told us all about you. What a…pleasure to finally meet you."

With much reluctance he stuck out his hand, which Harry shook and afterwards quickly replaced with Draco's hand. Mr. Malfoy glanced at their entwined fingers with a look of great disapproval. Just then Narcissa entered the room.

"Pardon me, I was checking up in the kitchen." She seated herself in an armchair by her husband. "It's almost ready, I expect."

"Thank you again for inviting me over."

Narcissa beamed at Harry. "Think nothing of it. In fact, it really was quite overdue."

Mr. Malfoy's eye twitched in the slightest. "Draco has told me in the past, I'm sure, but I seem to have forgotten," he began. "Tell me…What is it you do, exactly?"

Harry cleared his throat softly; it was quite dry. "I'm training to become an auror, sir." he replied.

"Hmm…Interesting, indee—"

"—you'll make a lovely auror, I'm sure." Narcissa spoke quickly, determined to cut off any snide follow-up of her husband's; Harry murmured his thank you; Mr. Malfoy huffed silently; Draco shot his father a pleading look. "I did tell you, didn't I? How Harry used to be Gryffindor quidditch captain at school?"

"Yes…quidditch…" Lucius sneered. "I do wish you had tried out for Slytherin team, Draco. You would have made a delightful seeker, as I always sai—"

"—Yes, father, I know," Draco said through gritted teeth. Lucius smiled politely. "I'm simply stating that if you had been on the team, there would have been no chance for Gryffindor." They glared daggers at each other.

…..

….

"Those flobberworms, you know?"

Everyone stared at Harry.

"I mean—er…"

"Shall we begin dinner soon?" Draco inquired a bit too brightly.

"Ah, yes. To the dining room?" Narcissa stood up, and the others mimed her action gratefully.

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"They hated me!" Harry buried his face in his hands. Draco patted him on the back reassuringly. "No they didn't."

"Yes, they did." Harry groaned. Draco placed a kiss on Harry's shoulder. "No, listen," he prised Harry's hand's away.

"My father is a picky, no-nonsense, fault-finding kind of man." Draco explained. "But that's only because he wants the best for me. I have to admit, he's been right about everyone else; they backed off at first glance...but you," he brushed some loose strands of hair out of Harry's eyes. "He couldn't scare you off. I don't know if he realizes it just yet, but you aren't like the others. And with time he'll come around, but you've got to continue proving to him that you care." He raised an eyebrow questioningly. "You do care, don't you?"

"Of course I care!" Harry replied explicitly, and sighed. "I care about you…so all I've got to do now is prove it…to your father…yeah…" he chewed his lower lip thoughtfully.

"It'll be easier than it sounds, trust me." Draco decided. "You're forgetting that he lives with my mother," he grinned. "She can be very persuasive sometimes."

Harry chuckled, gazing at Draco. "I love you so much. You know that right?"

Draco sighed inwardly; being affectionate was a lot of work.

"I know. I love you, too."

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