Author's Note: 4/6 I really like this Draco

Prompts: (food/drink) eggnog/(location) Family's home for christmas dinner

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Meet the Grangers

Draco didn't think he had ever been so nervous or frightened. Even when faced with the dark lord he had experienced a measure of confidence in his ability to serve Voldemort but as he turned into the drive of this little house he was filled with a level of fear that he had never before experienced.

The house was so small and unintimidating. Not at all like the grand arrogance he was accustomed to at Malfoy manner. It should have comforted him, being so warm and cosy filled with light and distant echoes of laughter but it just made it all the worse.

He had no idea how to act around warm, inviting, caring people who laughed and liked each other. Every Christmas he had ever experienced with his family had been a frosty affair. An obligatory appearance at Christmas day dinner and of course the annual list of failures that he had committed over the past year.

With a deep breath and a reminder that he was a Malfoy, Draco steeled himself and set off down the drive. A thin layer of snow and frost crunched beneath his shoes and his hand shook ever so slightly as he knocked smartly on the door.

It swung open, the festive wreath on the front swaying as it did, and a tall, thin man was revealed. He had the same deep, intelligent eyes as Hermione and even though the resemblance ended there it was obvious from the air of intelligence around him that this man was Hermione's father.

Draco froze, expecting the man to instantly hate him. He waited for the cold look and the arrogant words and the confirmation of his fears of inferiority; even to muggles. But it never came. Instead Dr. Granger held out his hand and offered a warm smile.

"You must be Draco!" he exclaimed shaking Draco's hand enthusiastically. He used this firm grip to haul the unresponsive Draco through the door. "So lovely to meet you, I've heard a lot. Nice to put a face to the name! You must be freezing, come in! Let's get you out of that coat."

"Dad, you're overwhelming him."

Draco's heart lifted and sense returned to him as he recognised Hermione's voice. He returned the handshake, shed his coat and entered the house to be greeted by Hermione. She went to kiss him but he got her cheek, to awkward to kiss her in front of her father.

"I see you've met my husband." Hermione's mother was the image of her. Maybe an inch shorter than her daughter she too had a riot of curls for hair and a slender, petite frame completely at odds with her lanky husband. She offered him a warm smile and ignored his outstretched hand, instead going straight in for the hug.

Draco's eyes widened at Hermione as she squeezed him and his traitorous girlfriend smothered a giggle.

Everything else happened rather quickly. A glass of eggnog, whatever that was, was placed in his hand and he was taken on a whirlwind tour of various Granger relatives before being trapped in conversation with an old woman determined to discover his intentions towards her granddaughter. Draco skilfully charmed his way out of that minefield and caught Hermione's eye on the opposite sofa.

She beamed.


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