A/N: Drabble a day challenge, and for MusicAngel913. :) Sorry if this isn't up to my usual standard, I was pretty rushed tonight.

Meet

Hermione held Draco back before they entered the restaurant.

"You look nervous, are you sure you want to do this?" she asked.

"Well I suppose I'm going to have to at some point or another," Draco muttered, raking a hand through his hair.

"It's only my parents, they won't bite," Hermione laughed. Draco shot her a doubtful glance and raised an eyebrow.

"Have you told them about me, as in, before we became a couple and I was a complete arse to you?"

Hermione dropped her eyes, "Oh right, I see what you mean. I might've told them one or two things…" she saw her dad waving at her from inside, "Come on. They won't bite unless I tell them to."

"Gee, that makes me feel loads better," Draco rolled his eyes and reluctantly allowed her to drag him inside.

He stood awkwardly by the table as Hermione gave her parents a hug and a kiss each, not really knowing if he should sit down or wait to be acknowledged before doing so.

"Mum, Dad, this is Draco Malfoy," Hermione gestured towards him, and the couple scrutinised Draco for a while.

His nerves eased considerably once her mother greeted him with a warm smile.

"It's nice to meet you, dear," she said pleasantly.

"And it is lovely to meet you too, Mrs Granger," he said politely in return, though he was very aware of the eyes of Hermione's father still boring into him.

Hermione's mother chucked, "'Mrs Granger' – so formal. Just call me Emily."

Draco's eyes widened. His parents would sooner give up their magic before allowing anybody to address them by their given names upon a first meeting… well, maybe not something so extreme, but at the very least they'd give up their house-elf, which did everything for them.

He turned to address Hermione's father, who was unblinking and stoic as Draco turned to face him, so he decided to initiate the introductions.

"Mr Granger, it's a pleasure to meet you," Draco held out a hand, and praying that his words sounded believable.

The man did not move, if anything his scrutiny of him intensified. Emily nudged him. "Harold," she hissed.

Mr Granger's vision seemed quite spaced out, but the sound of his wife's voice made his eyes re-focus. He frowned at Draco some more, who in that moment wanted nothing more than to apparate out of there despite the room being filled with Muggles.

Eventually his once-stern mouth stretched into a smile, and he wagged his finger knowingly at a bemused Draco.

"Mione, is this the ferret boy?" He asked in triumph.

All three of the Grangers laughed, and suddenly Draco found himself almost wishing for the silent scrutiny to return.

He was in for a long night.

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