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Butterflies
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Draco was certain she would walk a hole through the floor soon. She had been pacing for the last ten minutes.
"Hermione love," he started.
She turned and looked at him, raising an eyebrow.
"Relax," he said quietly, "You have nothing to worry about."
"Nothing to worry about…" she muttered turning and walking down the hallway again.
It was understandable really. Meeting the in-laws was a stressful situation. But when those said in-laws had brought up their son to hate the ground you walked upon, it made things are little tenser. It wasn't like it was the first time they had met either. Hermione had been butting heads with his father for years.
He remembered the first time they met, that day in Diagon Alley. He of course had spent most of that day, and the following five years looking down his nose at her, and her friends. Under the misguided notion that he was better than them, how wrong he was. By the time he realised how much he needed her and her friends help, it was almost too late.
The night he ran with Snape, he was certain his life as he knew it was over forever. Sure he hadn't said the curse, but he had created the situation that had led to the downfall of Dumbledore. If he hadn't reconnected that cabinet to the one in that damn store in Knockturn Alley, Snape wouldn't have murdered Dumbledore that night. Hermione told him that Voldemort would have found a way to carry out that plan, it was too important to get Harry' greatest source of strength and support away from him. Isolate Harry, make him weak and move in for the kill. Draco realised she was right, but he was still responsible. He was just thankful that she wasn't as pigheaded as her friends.
Potter and Weasley had stood behind the prejudices they had built at Hogwarts, and two years on they didn't look any closer to pulling them down. But Hermione did. She listened when no one else would even look at him. She sat with him when no one else could bear to be in the same room as him. She was essentially his saviour, the only one who stood by him when every one else was against him. He never would have thought that after all the hell he had put her through that she out of all her friends would be the one to help him. If it wasn't for her and her support, Draco doubted he'd be sitting here today.
Now it was his turn to stand by her, give her all the support she needed. This evening wouldn't be easy. But it was an essential step towards the future. It was the beginning of the rest of their lives together. And damn it all, his father was going to accept it.
Draco got out of the armchair, pulling her close to him and wrapping his arms around her.
"Are you alright love?"
"No," she muttered into his dress shirt. "I don't want to go…why don't you go and tell them, and I'll see them at the wedding."
Draco chuckled, "You know that wont do love, it wont be that hard. Mother is already quite interested to meet you…and my father…well…"
"Does he even know who you are bringing to meet him Draco?" Hermione asked sharply, pulling her head away from his chest.
"Let's go hey," Draco said quickly.
"Draco…" Hermione started, but the words were lost as they apparated to the restaurant.
"Oh look, there they are," Draco said guiding her through the tables towards his parents' table at the back. Hermione stood behind him slightly as they reached them, Draco was having none of that and pulled her forward. "Mother, father, you remember Hermione Granger don't you?"
Draco hid his smile as he saw his parents mouths fall open, as he pulled Hermione' chair out. Speechless, that's a good start.
Prompt: None
