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92.

Nervous

"Will you stop fidgetting?"

You meet his annoyed gaze with a nervous grin and jump slightly when the carridge driver called out. You're on your way to meet his parents, though not for the first time. You remember being introduced to them while your parents were still sane.

You quickly start fidgetting again and at his disapproving glare you question: "But... What if they don't like me?"

He sighs and you get the vague feeling you're starting to really annoy him. "Then they will have to put up with you."

You're heart swells slightly, because you know that is the closest you're going to get to a declaration of love for a while yet. But your nervousness remains and soon the carridge stops and you're stepping out, offering a hand to him, which he takes gracefully. His smirk makes your knees tremble, before you sober to only feel sick again.

They're standing a few metres away, at the entrance gates and you feel yourself freeze to the spot as you do when you're scared. But he takes your hand and leads you towards them and upon reaching them, bows politely, and you mimic him before he speaks.

"Mother, Father. It's nice to be home." His mother, to your surprise, bends to cup his face and kisses his cheeks, smiling as she hugs him. To your amusement he looks uncomfortable. Mr. Malfoy shakes his hand, offering words, though his eyes are cold and on you.

"And this young man is?" His voice is smooth, a matured version of your boyfriend's.

"This is Neville Longbottom." He turns to you, "Neville this is my mother, Narcissa Malfoy and my father, Lucius Malfoy."

You stumble over your words and offer your hand and you blush brightly, but Narcissa smiles and ushers you inside after a small greeting. She seems happy for her son.

But you can't help but sweat as Mr. Malfoy stares and you feel somewhat defensive as he takes your boyfriend's arm and leads him in the opposite direction.