Chapter 36 – Who Wants to Meet the Almost In-laws?

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Draco's POV

Hermione stared at me, clearly freaked out at the idea of her father arriving with a hunting rifle. Sweat

pebbled across my forehead as I drew in deep breaths at a fairly quick pace.

"Draco, are you sure that you actually saw him with it? I mean, maybe he was just carrying a stick or something."

"A stick, Hermione? I really don't think that that is the case here today."

"My dad would never hurt you Draco. Besides, he can't. We have wands, he has only Muggle means. We should be fine, just calm down and let's go talk to him. My mother was there right?"

"Yes, she is there, not that that reassures me in any way. A gun is a gun Hermione. I'm too young to die! Besides, he just found out that I got his only daughter, the eighteen year old, unmarried daughter knocked up. Something tells me that he will not be in the best of moods."

"Draco, come on, we need to talk to my parents. Remind them that I am going to marry you. I have stability and a loving environment here, you know that, I know that, and deep down somewhere, my parents both are on the brink of realizing that. I hope, at least."

"You hope? That isn't exactly the kind of reassurance that I was hoping for."

"It's all the reassurance I can give right now Draco. Come on, you too Jenna."

"Wheres Blaise? I thought that you two were going to spend the holidays at you parents."

"Hermione locked him outside," Jenna explained.

"Why would you do that Hermione?"

"He told her that the baby wasn't even a baby. He said it is just a few cells plastered together, and that upset Hermione, so she slammed the door in his face, and locked it."

"And you just let her lock Blaise outside? You did nothing to stop her at all? He's got to be freezing right now."

"He has a wand," Hermione stated, "and is capable of doing things for himself. He'll be fine."

"Okay then, I'll get him after we deal with Hermione's murderous father!"

"Then let's go meet up with my mum and dad, instead of sitting here and cowering in a corner. Come on then," Hermione grabbed my hand and practically dragged me out of the library and down to the main floor.

"Abuse is never the answer, sweetheart."

"It is if it means you man up and quit acting like a baby."

"Okay, okay, you can stop dragging me now. I am not five, and I don't need a mother thank you very much. If you recall, the first one didn't turn out all that well for me."

"Sorry Draco, just come on. Jenna, where are you?" I turned with Hermione to find Jenna jogging along behind us.

"You could slow down just a bit you know. I'm not road runner," Jenna exclaimed, nearly out of breath.

"You're not what?" I asked, quite confused with the expression.

"It's a character from a television show that runs really fast while trying to escape being eaten by a wild coyote."

"Oh, because that makes so much more sense to me."

"You're very welcome Draco, I appreciate the sheer enthusiasm laced in your dumbfounded voice."

"Dumbfounded? Who do you think I am anyways? I am smart, not dumbfounded. And the sarcasm was needed in this case, thank you very much."

"Can you not fight please?" Hermione growled, digging her long nails into my palm. I yelped as she continued to pull me down the corridor and toward the front door. Jenna stuck her tongue out at me in a kindergartener-like fashion as we approached the main entrance doors, but I refused to retaliate, as the fear of being murdered by my fiance's father came back into realization for me.

"Couldn't we just leave him outside please?"

"Nope, my dad has no choice but to be nice and well behaved. I won't allow him to react out of spite, and aggressively towards you." She reached toward the door and unlocked it, pulling it open in one smooth motion. Her parents stood on the front step, shielded from the wind by think winter coats. The man was about five-eleven, an inch or two shorter than myself, with dark, graying brown hair that had been cut short. His eyes were brown, but I swore that I could see little flecks of red swirling around in them. The woman on the other hand seemed to be around five-four with curly, almost Hermione frizzy-like hair that reached down past her shoulders. Her eyes were also brown, and although they held anger within them, they were soft and kind looking.

"You must be the little turd who knocked up my little girl," her father growled at me.

"Yes, this is my Fiance, Draco Malfoy. This is his manor, the Malfoy manor. And if you would like to talk about it, I would really prefer it if we all went into the common room. Come on Draco, Jenna, mum, dad. It's this way." She lead us all into the common room, a deathly pleasant smile playing across her small lips. After a minute, we had all found a spot to sit. Hermione and I sat on the velvety-green love-seat on the north side of the room, up against the window, facing the door, while her parents sat on a stiff leather couch opposite us, leaving Jenna with a hard wicker chair in the corner. She was sitting cross-legged with a pillow in her lap.

"Okay then, dad, mum, we can talk here. Dad, if you could put down the gun, I'm sure Draco would be truly grateful." He reluctantly placed the rifle on the ground and began to yell at me.

"HOW COULD YOU GET HER KNOCKED UP LIKE THIS? SHE'S ONLY EIGHTEEN, AND YOU TWO AREN'T EVEN MARRIED! WHAT, DOES THE SCHOOL ALLOW YOU TWO TO SCREW AROUND IN THE HALLWAYS OR SOMETHING NOW? BECAUSE UNLESS THE RULES HAVE CHANGED, I DON'T RECALL THERE BEING A LOOPHOLE ALLOWING GHIRLS IN THE BOY'S DORM-ROOMS!"