Draco chuckled as he watched Hermione take her hair out of the bun it had been in, brush it again, and reset it in front of the vanity in their main room. This was the fifth time she'd done it. He took her hands when they reached for the bun again, and said, "Stop. You'll pull your hair out that way if you continue."
Hermione met his gaze in the mirror. "I have to look perfect," she said. "I have to make up for the first impression I gave your parents. They'll be my in-laws forever. I can't afford to have them not like me."
Draco lowered her hands, still keeping a hold on them, and rested his chin on her shoulder, pressing his cheek against hers. "They will love you," he said. "Stop blowing this out of proportion. Meeting my parents isn't going to be the worst thing ever."
Hermione raised an eyebrow. "How hypocritical, Mr. Change-My-Outfit-Five-Times-Because-My-In-Laws-Might-Not-Appreicate-Black-On-Their-Son-In-Law."
Draco blushed a bit at being caught. "I don't want them thinking that marrying their daughter is a cause for wearing black," he said, defensively, but he winced at how hypocritical it did sound.
"Uh-huh," Hermione said, biting her lip so she wouldn't laugh.
Draco rolled his eyes. "But you'll be fine," he said. "Our parents will...probably hate each other, but at least they'll not show it in front of us...right?"
Hermione turned so she could look into his eyes. "You suck at encouraging people," she said.
He sighed. "I know."
Just then, there was a soft whooshing sound and Mr. and Mrs. Granger stepped out, coughing. As muggles, they were still trying to get use to the Floo system. Hermione stood up from the vanity and ran over to them. "Mom! Dad," she said, hugging them tightly. They embraced her back.
"There's my little girl," Mr. Granger said. "How have you been? Been taking care of your teeth?"
Hermione laughed and said, "Yes, Dad. I'm fine." She hugged him again. "I missed you guys so much."
Mrs. Granger hugged her and said, "We missed you, too."
Draco watched the scene. It was so loving and casual. Like they didn't care someone else was in the room.
Mrs. Granger looked up and spotted him. "Oh," she said. "Hello, there. I'm Mrs. Granger." She extended her hand. Draco took it and bowed over it in respect, making Mrs. Granger giggle.
Hermione walked over and took Draco's hand. "Mom, Dad," she said, growing nervous. "There's something I have to tell you." Her parents looked interested, but waited for her to continue. "Draco and I-"
They were interrupted when the fireplace whooshed again and the Malfoys stepped out. Draco walked over to his parents and air kissed his mother's cheek, as was custom with them. "Mother," he said. He turned and nodded at his father. "Father."
"Draco," Lucius said.
"Dear," Narcissa said with a smile. "How good it is to see you. I was so upset you couldn't join us for Christmas, but I cheered up the moment I got your owl. Now, what did you want to see your father and I about?"
Draco turned back to Hermione and extended his hand. She walked over and slipped her hand into his. He smiled at her and cleared his throat nervously. "Mother, Father," he said. "I'd like to introduce you to Hermione...my wife."
The parents were so stunned, you could have had a heard of Hippogriffs rampage through the room, and they wouldn't have noticed.
"You're joking," Lucius said, not looking pleased in the least. "No way my son would marry-"
"Hermione," Mrs. Granger said, cutting Lucius off. "Is this true? You're married?"
Hermione looked at her mother and nodded. "Draco and I...we married over the Christmas break."
"But you two were warring, the last time I heard about him," Mr. Granger said, spearing Draco with a glare that spoke of protectiveness toward is daughter.
Hermione blushed. "We were," she said. "I think we should sit down. Draco and I will explain everything."
They sat down on the couches and their kids told them what happened.
"I thought it was a passing fancy," Lucius said, though it sounded like he was thinking out loud.
"I love Hermione very much, father," Draco said, his voice becoming firm. "And I don't want any disrespect toward her because of her blood status." He looked at Hermione and he smiled softly. "I don't care about that."
Mrs. Granger looked at her daughter. "Well," she said. "I am...surprised to say the least. But, if you're happy, I'll try to get over the fact that my baby is grown up, married, and is going to start a family..." Her voice trailed off as she started to cry.
Hermione got up from her seat and walked over to her mother, hugging her. "Oh, Mom," she said. "It's all right. You knew I was going to get married some day."
"But not so soon," Mr. Granger said. His gaze was still on Draco. Draco had only met a few of his dates' parents and their fathers had always given him a death glare. He had ignored it, feeling untouched, but Mr. Granger took the cake. Draco felt down right intimidated.
Narcissa spoke up. "This is a shock," she said. "But I guess it was bound to happen." She turned to Hermione and said, "Welcome to the family."
Hermione smiled back, the relief that she wasn't ostracized, clear on her face. "Thank you," she said.
Narcissa smiled. "So," she said suddenly. "When should we expect the first grandchildren?"
Lucius and Mr. Granger turned their attention to the woman as if she'd lost her mind. Mrs. Granger blinked and said, "Grandchildren?" She looked at Hermione. "Yes, when? I can't wait to start spoiling them."
Hermione looked to Draco and said, "Um...we hadn't really talked..."
"Dear lord, Narcissa," Lucius said. "Why did you say that? Out of no where."
Narcissa looked at him. "What? We've only had Draco and I want to spoil some grandchildren, Lucius. Of course, I'll spoil Hermione, as well, having a new daughter and all. But won't the Manor be so more homey with grandchildren running around?"
Lucius looked up and met Mr. Granger's gaze. They exchanged baffled looks.
"How about," Draco said. "We wait until after we graduate and have jobs before thinking about grandchildren?"
A clock chimed somewhere, marking the late time. "Well, we better leave," Narcissa said, standing up. "You have classes tomorrow." She turned to Mrs. Granger and said, "I hope we get a girl. How adorable would it be to buy pink robes for a cute girl?" The women linked arms, as if they were old friends, and walked over the fireplace, their husbands trailing after them as if they were an afterthought.
When they vanished, Hermione turned to Draco. "That was weird," she said.
"Yeah," Draco said.
"Could have been worse," she said, standing up and slipping her shoes off. "They could have yelled and hated each other."
Draco nodded, his eyes focused on the carpet. Hermione noticed his hesitation and far away look. "Draco," she said, walking over and sitting next to him on the couch. "What's wrong?"
He blinked and turned to her. "Do you want kids?" he asked.
It was Hermione's turn to blink. "What?" she asked.
"Do you want kids?" he asked. "Our mothers had me thinking. When we do graduate and get our new jobs...well, kids are the next step, right? I mean, I'd love to have kids. Little ones with my looks and your brains. Or ones with your hair and my cleverness...But we haven't talked about it yet."
Hermione bit her lip. She didn't know. Sure, she had played with the idea of having children, but, now...she didn't know. It wasn't a dream anymore. It was real.
"You don't have to answer now," Draco said, realizing she wasn't going to say anything. "But...just think about it, okay?"
She nodded and stood. "Let's go to bed, Draco," she said. "Worrying myself about our parents' reactions really took a lot out of me."
Draco chuckled and followed her to their bed chamber.
AN: Sorry if it's boring so far, but I just wanted to put some married life into there. But there is a reason for everything I type. So, review and tell me what you think.