Haven't updated in ages, I know. But I knew I would never be consistent with this fic. It will be completed one day, I promise. I like it too much.

Reason n°21: Because the Malfoys and Weasleys Would Get Along So Well

Mrs Weasley checked the time again. "They're late," she said fretfully. "Draco dear, are you sure –"

"I'm sure," Draco said, his lip curling a little at the word dear. "Trust me, Mrs Weasley, they wouldn't miss this for the world."

Mrs Weasley gave him a grateful smile. Draco was lounging on a kitchen chair in the Burrow, eyeing the cookies she had just finished baking. He'd rather think about the cookies than anything else at the moment. The kitchen – indeed, the entire house – was perfectly spotless, but it was still, well, the Burrow. He reached out – and Hermione swatted his hand away.

"Behave," she snapped. "What if your mum saw you?"

"She's not even here yet!"

Hermione just glared at him. Draco sighed – and nearly jumped out of his skin when they heard Ginny holler, "MUM! THE FLOO!"

Mrs Weasley left the room so quickly she might as well have Disapparated.

Draco blinked and stood up. "I should probably be there. In case my mum has a heart attack at the sight of the house."

Hermione gave him a poisonous look, but she didn't say anything. He glanced at the cookies once more before leaving the kitchen, a little regretfully.

Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy stepped out of the fireplace. Their robes were immaculate. Not one hair was out of place. Even Lucius' sneer was perfect.

Narcissa held out a perfect, elegant, manicured hand to Mrs Weasley. "Hello there. We've not had the pleasure of being formally introduced before, but I believe you murdered my sister."

"A pleasure indeed," Mrs Weasley replied. "Was that the day she tried to kill my daughter?"

"I believe so. To be fair, your daughter is a blood traitor."

"To be fair, so is your son."

Draco sighed, relieved. There had been no reason to worry, really. They would all get along just fine.

No, really! This would be so funny. It never happens in fics – because you don't really bring your in-laws to your friends' homes all the time – but it totally should. It's like your wife inviting you to these awful dinners with her girlfriends, except worse because the girlfriends would love to murder you.