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She swallowed, "The Wizengamot?" she whispered.

He nodded, "My parents are coming home."

The Mother-In-Law Misadventures: Anxiety and Cleaning

Luna went several shades more pallid to a point where Draco was sure that if a bright light was positioned directly behind where she was standing, he would be able to see it straight through her. Her eyes widened. "How lovely," she said, smiling, but her smile was thin with her lips pushed together. She didn't think it was lovely. Neither did Draco.

He shook his head, and walked over to her.

She was staring off into space, her bottom lip pinned under her top two teeth in worry.

Slowly, he wrapped one arm around her waist and kissed her on the cheek, pulling her into him. "It'll be okay," he said. "We'll figure something out."

She shook her head, her lips quivering a little and eyes a little more watery, "What if..."

"What if what?" he said, not letting go of her.

She paused, and then snaked her arms around his neck, trembling. She appeared terrified, driven suddenly mad- well, madder than he had grown to expect and, he admitted somewhat reluctantly to himself, love- with fear, and he felt the expression didn't suit her. She opened her mouth, then quietly wisphered, "What if she doesn't like me?"

Draco felt a smile spread across his face as he let out a bark of a laugh, wondering why he was so surprised by her response. When he looked back at her, the horrified expression had morphed into a more sensitive and hurt one. He hugged her closer, but when the look had not gone away, he spoke, "Luna, I'm not making fun of you," he pecked her on the cheek, "It's just..."

She looked up at him from under her hair.

He sighed, "Most people would die at the thought of their Death Eater in-laws coming into town, and you're treating this like they're... Like they're normal."

"Oh," she said, surprised, "I was worried for a second. I thought you were going to say something else."

He smiled, "Like what?"

Luna shrugged, "I don't know. Something bad."

Draco looked at her, "Not a chance. I love you too damn much."

She smiled, "I love you too," she said, and then stood on her tip toes so that she could brush her lips over his.

He kissed her and then whispered in her ear, "I have a great idea of something we can do to get this off of your mind."

"Oh? Care to share it with me?" she teased.

He nipped her earlobe, "Well, it starts with you, and me."

"And hows it end?" she whispered breathily.

"Well," he said, "I guess we're about to find out."

Luna sat on the carpet in front of the fireplace, holding the letter in her hands. "So we have two weeks."

Draco sighed, "Yes, Luna."

"And they'll be coming at two o'clock sharp."

"Yes, Luna."

"Because they will apparate directly onto the property to avoid trouble."

"Yes, Luna."

"And they will have a ministry rep with them."

"Yes, Luna."

"And they will be staying here."

"That's right."

"They will be boarding in London."

"Yes, Luna, that's right."

"And it's temporary."

"Maybe."

"And they won't have their wands, will they?"

Draco sighed again, "No, Luna, and can you stop fretting? It's me that should be worrying, not you."

She fell onto her back, and extended her legs out in front of her, "Draco..."

He moved onto the floor and put her head so that it was resting on his lap, "What is it?"

"I'm tired," she said, letting her eyes flutter close.

"Tired?" he said, confused and looking her over. She was still in her night clothes, but that shouldn't account for her fatigue. "But we went to bed early," he remarked, and then stroked her cheek, "Don't you remember?"

Her cheeks were a couple shades pinker when she responded, "Of course I remember. It's not that. I just couldn't get to sleep."

A lock of platinum hair fell over Draco's eyes as he looked at her and said a bit too intensely, "Why didn't you wake me up? I could have gotten you to sleep."

She smiled, "I know. I didn't want to wake you."

He sighed, "Merlin's beard, Luna. Don't do that to yourself. You can wake me up, okay?"

She nodded lucidly.

"You promise you will if you need to?"

"I promise."

"You've barely eaten anything, Luna," Draco said, looking at her as she sat brooding over the food in front of her.

"You never eat anything," she responded.

He rolled his eyes, "That's completely untrue."

She shrugged, "You used to never eat anything."

"Yes and then you came along and beat some sense into me," he smirked inwardly, who would imagine Loony Lovegood beating sense into someone? "And don't make me do that now, I'm not nearly as nice as you are," he said and then sighed seeing that his words had no affect on her, "Luna, you need to eat. I know you're nervous and everything, but you have to eat."

She shook her head, "I'm going to continue cleaning now," she said, and then left the table.

The house elves and Luna had been cleaning day in, day out. He supposed it was her way to channel anxiety while doing something worthwhile. He would love to get angry at her about the whole thing, but to be honest, the place did need some cleaning. House elves could keep the dust off of the mantel and make the beds, but being elves of the Malfoy house, which was now the Malfoy-Lovegood house, they didn't know which items were and were not appropriate for his parents to see. The stacks of Quibbler editions ("But, Draco, these are all important editions! We had to reprint all of them!") for example, one of which had Harry Potters interview from his fifth year at Hogwarts.

He was pleased to see that she had come to terms with what they would probably accept and was stashing the "inappropriate" things in their room under floor boards or in their closet.

Draco barely even noticed it when he joined her. After all, he had his own stress to deal with given the situation. Would they be there for the wedding? Should he even tell them that he was engaged? Should he have Luna go back and live with Xenophelus until they were gone?

He knew that he should have her go back to where she would be more comfortable, and, he admitted, safe. It was incredibly selfish of him, but he decided that he couldn't do that. Right now was when he needed her the most. She would also recognize this, so if he ever did decide that it was best, she would refuse.

But the thing that scared him the most, was not his and Luna's safety- after all, they wouldn't have their wands- but the very figures of his parents. He didn't want to see how Azkaban had changed them.

"We need to get some of your old art pieces out from the basement, maybe stop by Borgin and Burkes to pick up some new stuff, feed Snow and Lupe-"

"Hold up," he said, watching his fiance pace before him, counting said tasks on her fingers. "Who the hell are Snow and Lupe?"

She blinked in surprise, "The peacocks."

His eyebrows lowered in confusion, "They have names?"

She nodded, "Snow and Lupe," and then she continued listing off various things, but Draco wasn't listening.

He was making lists of the worst case scenarios in his head, hoping that none of them would happen, but having already considered them, whatever ended up happening would not seem nearly as bad. That was when he stood up and pulled her into his chest.

She dropped the paper.

"Luna, come on, we've both had enough of this," he said, pulling her tighter.

She didn't smile, "But we only have three days and the Glooble weed is still on the ceiling, most of the walls are bare and-"

"We'll take it down tomorrow then," he said.

She put her hands behind his neck and look up at his face, "Promise?"

"Of course. I'm already expecting a lot from them regarding, well us. I don't know if having it up on our first time together would be a good idea," he said, trying to pull her even more into him, he hesitated, "And Luna..."

"Hm?" she said lucidly.

He swallowed, "Don't let them get to you," he bit his lip, trying to keep his eyes from overflowing, "Because... I swear if they destroy what is between us..."

He couldn't say it.

Then they'll have done one more thing that I will never be able to forgive.

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