A/N: HEY! I'm back! This chapter came from Cupid's Daughter19's idea. Again, if you enjoy-thank her!

"Hermione-I think it's time for you to meet my parents."

I'm sorry for acting really strange that day (and the rest of the days leading up to the dinner with your parents)-but I think we both know how your parents used to be Death Eaters and hate muggles and anything to do with them.

Not only that, but-I was tortured at Malfoy Manor. To say I dreaded the dinner was an understatement.

To say that that was an understatement was an understatement. If that made any sense.

Point is-I didn't want to go. I think I actually begged.

"Pleaseeeee?" I said with my best puppy dog eyes.

"No."

"Pleaseeee with a cherry on top?"

"No."

"Pleaseee with two cherries?"

"No, 'Mione! We're going, okay? Don't worry, I had a talk with them and I threatened that I would sell Malfoy Manor when they died if they don't treat you nicely." You added, "I don't even like cherries…"

"Pleaseee with a peach on top, then?" I remember you saying that you loved peaches.

"Now that I may consider…"

The begging never worked, though. We still had to go.

Five more days. Four more days.

Three. Two. One.

Yes, I was counting. And everyday, I was dreading it more and more.

And then it was (enter cheesy suspenseful music here) the day of the dinner.

"Hello, Mrs. Malfoy." I said, voice shaking. I squeezed your hand.

"Starting to hurt…starting…to…really…hurt…!" you whispered in my ear. I stopped squeezing.

"No need to call me that, it's Narcissa." I was taken aback. She was very polite, especially for a wife of an ex-death eater. She seemed to notice my surprise. "I'm sorry for what you've been through and I'm sure you must hate us, but you must understand, it was for our family's safety. I hope you can forgive us and that we can put the past behind us."

I nodded. Of course I understood. I wiped my own parents' memories for them to be safe. I destroyed and protected their lives at the same time.

"Here, come into the drawing room." Narcissa said, ushering us both into the room. As I took a step into the room, my stomach flipped. This is where I was tortured, I thought. I knew you were thinking the same thing.

"Mother, could we move to the dining room? 'Mione isn't comfortable here."

"No, no, it's fine." I didn't want to come off as rude. Believe it or not, I wanted to make a good impression-I have no idea why, seeing as this was the sister of the woman who tortured me.

We moved to the dining room, anyways, your father, Lucius, sitting at the head of the table waiting for us. Food was already on the table, along with sparkling glasses and china plates. Napkins were folded neatly and forks and placemats perfectly placed in front of each chair.

"Hello, Hermione. I've heard a lot about you."

"Hello, sir. The food looks great."

"Well, thank the house elves for that. They made it, after all."

I cringed at the thought of house elves cooking. Ignore it, Hermione. They enjoy it, remember?

"Come, come sit." The sound of shuffling chairs echoed around the spacious room. A moment of silence followed, until your father broke it. "I must admit, I was very surprised when Draco told me he was dating a mud-muggleborn." He coughed to cover up his slip-up, but I knew what he was going to say.

You did, too.

"I'd let you know that she is the brightest witch of her age and she is the most beautiful woman on earth, muggleborn or not." You said coldly. "Now if you don't mind, we're leaving." You grabbed my hand and led me out. I looked at Narcissa apologetically, her eyes sad and disappointed. When we exited the room, I overheard Lucius mumbling to himself, "A mudblood, beautiful? He calls that…thing beautiful? I thought I taught him better than this…"

You seemed to have overheard, too (how is it that you know everything?) "Oh, and by the way, father, I'm selling Malfoy Manor when you die," you shouted out.

"What-?"

"Have a nice day!"

And with that, you walked out (me trying to catch up to you) confidently, like the boss you are.

And that, is the eleventh reason why I'm in love with you.

A/N: WHOA! Already the eleventh reason! Still open for suggestions! BTW, I was thinking-should I do this for other pairings? Two chapters for pairings, seven reasons why they're in love with them. I don't know, random idea just popped into my head :P Please review like usual, and tell your friends on Fanfiction about this story! It'd be great to get some more readers-more readers = more ideas! (Oh, and also-I'm sick :(

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