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A/N: Awesome reviews this time! Thanks to SlytherinGurrl (Hope you enjoyed your angsty counter-balance to my silliness); Peytonkmc (Why yes. Yes, I am trying to kill you. Especially if you're well-off and include me in your will. Glad you're enjoying this. As far as a baby goes, you never know. Very glad you can understand Lucy's transition); GirlForPrez (smart rule - I can remember attending a b'day part at one kid's very expensive all-white house where they had an egg toss and a cake fight indoors; those people had more money than they did sense); SerpentofDarkness (I have not done that experiment. Yet. Your parents sound like fun. As far as the opening part of the story goes, I call that "kiddus interruptus."); viola1701e (I think you're right, on both counts. But hey, it's entertaining, and we don't have to clean up after them, so it's all good); BigTimeGleekBTR (Thanks again! How about now?); and finally, FyCHnx, the 100th reviewer - Thank you! I'm going to get to your suggestion about Sr. Malfoys and Muggle stuff right now. Hope this does your request justice. The visit with the Grangers will be more than one chapter. This one is a little more serious than usual.

Thanks again to everyone who favorites and follows, too. Knowing that this puts a smile on your face puts a grin on mine.

And since I feel like being a total review whore, the person who gets the 150th gets to make the next suggestion. :)

"Lucius? Darling, are you ready?" Cissa roamed the halls of Malfoy Manor, searching for her wayward husband. They were due at Draco and Hermione's any minute.

Her spouse's muffled tones could be heard from the cellar. "Almost. I was just trying to decide what to take with us to the Grangers'. It seems gauche to arrive empty-handed, don't you agree?" He met her at the top of the stairs, a dusty wine bottle in each hand.

"Yes, of course. What have you got there?" She took a bottle from him and blew away the dust. "Oh my: an 1801 elfin vintage? You are looking to impress, aren't you?"

He shifted self-consciously. "Too much?"

"If it's what you wish to take, then no, it's not too much. However, I daresay our son will be the only other person there who knows the rarity and value of such an item."

Lucius looked pensive, and his gaze flitted between the two choices. After another moment's consideration, he sent the remaining bottle back to storage. "That may be, but I'll know. Only the best." He extended an arm for his wife, and they left.

At the junior Malfoys' residence: "Honey, did you remember to get out the books for my father?"

"They're by the door." Granger-Malfoy emerged from the bedroom, her head tilted as she put on an earring while descending the stairs. Her heel gave way, and she tripped then smiled as she felt the effect of another wandless Arresto Momentum.

Damn, he's fast - I didn't miss a step. "Hello, Lucy."

"Fiend," her father-in-law smirked at her as the elder Malfoys stepped out of the floo. Lucius' face lit up when he spotted the stack of tomes regarding the Moon Landing. He wasted no time Accio'ing and Shrinking them to fit in his robes.

"Mother, Father." Draco nodded at his parents and turned to call for his son, "Scorp! Grandmother and Grandfather are here - time to go!"

Little feet thundered down the stairs, and not for the first time, the younger Malfoy found himself wondering how something so small could sound like a herd of hippogriffs. Scorpius threw himself exuberantly at his grandparents, and Lucius bobbled the wine in an attempt to catch the child. Draco's reflexes kicked in, and he caught the bottle easily.

"Really?" The younger man whistled in appreciation. His wife came up behind him, inspected the vessel and gasped.

"Oh! - this wasn't necessary."

Lucius turned to his wife and whispered sotto voce, "what was that about Draco being the only one to appreciate the significance?"

Narcissa colored and swatted her mate lightly on the bicep. "Lucius thought that your parents might be interested in trying elfin wine, dear. For that matter, have you ever had it? It's exquisite."

Hermione's expression was the tiniest bit mischievous as she responded, "Harry sent us a bottle as a wedding present. I can't wait for my folks to taste this. I'm sure it's amazing!" As she turned toward the floo, she noticed a look pass between Draco's parents. "Is something wrong?"

"Er, a wedding present," came the unusually awkward response. "We never gave you anything."

Draco put a hand on Lucius and Narcissa's shoulders. "You came around. It's enough."

"But-"

"But nothing. We're going to be late, and if we are, you'll be the one answering to Jean." He turned to his wife, "you and Scorp first, love." She grinned, took their son by the hand and went through. "Now, into the floo with you!" He pushed them lightly and called out his in-laws' address.

Once again, the Malfoys found themselves in Richard and Jean Granger's living room. The Grangers stepped forward to greet them without hesitation this time.

"My, don't you look...taller." Jean's eyes twinkled up at Lucius. "I do believe you had a point about being easier to meet for the first time when you were miniature."

Lucius gave Hermione's mother a smooth smile, and handed over the wine. "Lovely to see you again. This is for after dinner, if you please."

Jean was fascinated by the obviously old bottle, and she removed it to the kitchen immediately. Hermione and Narcissa elected to join her after saying hello to Richard. Scorpius trailed behind, hoping to serve in his usual position of Official Taster.

"Welcome again to our home, Lucius. Please make yourself comfortable." The men all shook hands and took seats about the room. Malfoy Sr. was intrigued when Richard bade him sit in a particular chair.

The chair was nothing special, and it faced a very large, black...box? The box didn't appear to be doing anything of interest, and the Malfoy patriarch failed to see the grins exchanged behind his back.

Richard and Draco sat on the couch near Lucius' seat. "It will be a while before dinner is ready. Hermione told me that you had questions regarding Muggles on the Moon, is that right?"

The elder Malfoy turned toward his host. "It is. She told me that Muggles landed there in 1969. Can that be?"

Mr. Granger smirked, and Lucius found himself slightly nervous. "Not only can it be, I'm going to show it to you." The black box roared to life, and poor Lucius shot out of his seat, attempting to brandish his wand.

Damn it all! WHERE WAS HIS WAND? A soft whistle turned the man's panicked gaze to his right, where he saw his son twirling said implement and laughing.

"It's all right, Father. Sit back down."

"All right? What about this is all right? That thing is possessed!"

"That thing is a television. Really, Father. It's okay. Sit."

Lucius regained his seat with a harrumph, and held out his hand for his wand.

Richard watched the interplay with amusement. "Don't feel badly, Lucius. Draco here didn't fare any better the first time he saw a TV. And Hermione made sure to have it on an explosion just to mess with him, too."

"Evil witch." Draco grumbled and crossed his arms at the memory of his beloved laughing herself sick at his expense.

"Watch it, son. That's my daughter you're talking about."

"Then you know I'm right, sir." Draco and Richard shared a chuckle, and Lucius found himself relaxing.

"Someone please, for the love of Merlin, explain."

Draco obliged. "OK. A television, or TV, is a Muggle device that plays various things. It's kind of like watching memories in a Pensieve, only what you see on here can be fictional, like a story or real. The recordings of events are usually objective, as opposed to watching something colored by another's impressions."

"Fascinating. And they have television on the Moon?"

"Not quite. They had cameras aboard the mission. Watch this." And Richard played a video tape of the Moon landing for Lucius, who was enraptured. Thanks to his grandson's costume, he could recognize the astronauts leaping on the Moon's surface while they planted a flag.

Draco quietly excused himself to the kitchen, unnoticed by either of the older men.

"How are they all talking to each other? There was magic, wasn't there?"

Richard shook his head. "Communications devices. It was all science, Lucius. We don't have magic, so we have to make do with technology. We invent machines that do all kinds of things for us."

"Such as?"

"The television can entertain and inform. We have radios for the same purpose. Automobiles, ships, trains, and aeroplanes are used for transportation. Calculators can do complicated mathematics for us in less than a second. Science is used to heal, and to kill. In some ways, it's even more effective than magic." Granger looked sad at the last.

Lucius leaned forward in his seat with a doubting expression. "More effective? How so?"

His host began to answer then thought better of it. "That may not be the best topic for before dinner. Jean will be furious if I upset the mood."

"Richard, I assure you, if you don't give anything away, neither will I. Malfoys are experts at compartmentalization."

"Do you know anything about the Muggle World War II? It was fought from 1939 until 1945."

"Admittedly, as a Pureblood, I was not educated in Muggle history."

Richard sighed as he thought how best to explain such a huge event. "In some ways, it paralleled the war you had in the Wizarding world. An Austrian/German Muggle named Adolf Hitler had very similar views to your Voldemort about purity. Not everyone was deemed fit to survive..."

"On what basis?"

"Jews, Gypsies, homosexuals, political dissidents, Poles, Slavs, and the disabled, among others. An easier question would likely be who didn't he want exterminated?"

"They couldn't help how they were born, Richard."

"Neither can a Mudblood, Lucius."

The ex-Death Eater looked at his hands. "Continue," he said softly.

And so it began. An hour later, Lucius had learned about the war, its repercussions, and its weaponry. It was very difficult for him to comprehend the idea of millions of lives being lost, and how ingenious Muggles could be at finding ways to dispose of each other. Richard had played another video for him, this time showing footage of the atomic bomb at Hiroshima. The large, mushroom-shaped cloud at the end reminded Malfoy oddly of Morsmordre.

"Seventy thousand dead?" His normally strong voice wavered slightly. He couldn't help thinking of something like that hitting the Wizarding world, which was so small in comparison.

"When it hit," Richard's tone was grave. "The final death toll could have been as high as 166,000 in Hiroshima alone. It's said that people and buildings were vaporized upon impact. The Americans also bombed Nagasaki. There were after-effects like radiation poisoning, which was a direct result of the weapon."

Lucius may not have understood about radiation, but he was no stranger to poison.

Hermione picked that moment to check on them, and was quite worried to see her father-in-law looking so pale. She immediately confronted her father.

"Dad, what's wrong?" Her eyes narrowed slightly. "What happened?"

"It's all right, Hermione," Lucius murmured. "I had questions about other Muggle developments after your father showed me the Moon Landing on the TB."

"TV, Lucius."

"Yes, that's what I said." He gave a tiny smirk.

Richard had the decency to look guilty. "I didn't mean to upset anyone. It's just that he's curious, and I was trying to explain everything."

His daughter leaned over and kissed the top of his head. "Why don't you move on to some more positive inventions, then?"

"Any suggestions?"

She regarded the blond for a moment, said "I'll be right back," and returned to the kitchen. Murmured voices could be heard, though the content was indiscernible. Moments later she returned with Narcissa in tow.

"Dad?"

"Yes, love?"

"May I borrow the car?" Richard nodded and threw her the sedan's keys. She tossed them back.

"The other car."

Mr. Granger whined slightly in protest, and Jean's voice sailed from the kitchen: "Richard Granger, give her the other keys this minute! I heard about what you did." Richard blanched and he couldn't get them to his daughter fast enough.

Keys in hand, Hermione reached over and jostled Lucius. "C'mon, Lucy - I'm going to show you the good side of what Muggles can make." With that, she shepherded both Malfoys outside.

She went into the garage alone, opened the door, and turned on the light, beckoning her in-laws forward.

"What on Earth?" Cissa breathed.

"It's a car, darling. Muggles use them as daily transportation." Lucius felt proud to be able to educate his wife.

Hermione grinned. "This isn't just a car, Lucius. This is a vintage 1965 Bentley S3 - think of it being like an old Cleansweep broom versus the latest Firebolt. This would definitely be the Firebolt."

Malfoy ran an appraising hand along the car's lines. While he thought he would still prefer Apparition, flying or even the Floo, there was no denying that he was looking at a thing of beauty. It was silver, and obviously well cared-for. Faithful coats of polish made it gleam. The Fiend opened the doors, and stepped away. "Get in."

Cissa shrank back. "Oh, but we couldn't-" The elegant blonde glared at her husband as he caught her arm and hustled her into the vehicle, his grey eyes shining.

Hermione climbed behind the wheel. "Mum insists. I have to bring you back in a happier mood than Dad left you. We'll just go for a short spin."

The revving of a very large engine could be heard, and Richard Granger's pride and joy roared out of the drive. Two whoops of exhilaration and one yelp of surprise were barely audible as they pulled away.

A/N II - don't worry, next chapter will be lighter. I wanted Lucius to begin really understanding about Muggles. There was a video of footage on YouTube that showed the cloud and the ensuing devastation. I imagined Lucius seeing that.