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Chapter 3
Hermione's P.O.V.
We got to the house, and my father wasn't home, but my mother was.
I knocked on the door and waited for the butler to open it.
"Oh, miss Hermione, come in." he said.
I nodded and walked in and was followed by Draco.
"Who is this fine lad?" asked the butler.
I gulped. This was it. It was Showtime.
"This is my husband, Draco." I said.
I heard a gasp and turned to see my mother standing in the doorway.
"Hi mom." Was all I could manage to spit out.
"You got married and didn't tell us?" she asked.
I sighed.
"It was more of a spare of the moment thing." I said.
My mother sighed.
"I just don't understand." She said.
I looked at Draco who nodded and then spoke.
"I'm sorry Mrs. Granger. I just fell in love with Hermione and had to have her as my wife. I know you know how special she is, and I just wanted to spend the rest of my life with her." He said.
My mother smiled.
"Well, we all love Hermione." She said.
I smiled. Draco had turned the conversation.
He was good, a little too good.
"Well, won't you come in and have some tea?" she asked.
I smiled.
"Sure mom." I said.
Draco followed me and put his hand on the small of my back.
We sat down in the foyer and the maids brought us our tea.
"So, how did you meet?" asked my mother.
I knew the answer to this one, and it was the truth.
"Well, we met at Hogwarts." I said.
Mom nodded.
"Oh, Draco, as in, the mean Draco? What changed?" she asked.
I sighed.
Draco cut in. "It's just that I never really understood what I had till it was almost too late. Hermione saved my life at the last battle, nursed me back to health, and ever since then, I have been smitten." He said.
My mother blushed a deep crimson.
"That's so sweet. Your father will be back soon, let's hope he does not have his shotgun handy." She said.
I smiled and Draco's face paled.
I patted his hands.
"Don't worry sweetie. She was just kidding." I said.
My mother snorted.
"You wish" she retorted back.
Just then the door opened and in stepped my father.
"Oh honey, you're here." Said my mom.
"Hermione you're here." Said my father.
I smiled and got up to hug my dad, and to make sure he wasn't hiding his shotgun behind his back."
"Hi daddy." I said.
"So, what news did you have to tell us." Asked my father.
Draco's P.O.V.
"I can't believe you would do this!" Yelled Hermione's father.
"You know our traditions!" He said.
I cringed.
"I'm sorry sir, but I just love Hermione so much that I couldn't let her get away." I said.
Hermione's father glaired at me.
"I don't want to hear what you have to say. You have taken my daughter and deflowered her." He said.
I sighed.
"That's not all." I grumbled.
Hermione stiffened.
"What!? There's more! What could you possibly have to.." Hermione's father stopped.
"No!" he said.
Hermione sighed.
"I'm three weeks along." She said.
I held Hermione's hand.
She would need all the help she could get.
I now understood why she was afraid to tell her parents.
"Oh honey, are you eating right?" asked Hermione's mom.
"Eating. You want to talk about eating." Said Hermione's father.
"Well, there's nothing to be done, so just accept it and move on." Said Mrs. Granger.
Hermione let out a breath.
The worst was over.
Or so we thought.