A/N: Hey, guys. I want to thank you all so much for reviewing. Seriously, TWO HUNDRED REVIEWS! That's amazing! Thanks so much. This chapter is stupid though. I'm not even joking. You probably will have no idea what I'm talking about. Oh well.
Mr. Granger shut his curtains and grabbed his wife's hand. They were here. They had been warned, and now the nightmare was coming true.
The Deatheaters were here for their daughter.
Their front door blew open and in walked a vicious looking man. "Hello..." He drawled. "Is Miss Granger home?"
"No." Mr Granger muttered.
"Don't lie. I can smell her." The man said.
Another man walked in. He was younger, and around Hermione's age.
"Hello!" He exclaimed.
"You... you're the Malfoy boy." Mrs. Granger said slowly.
"Aw, Granger's been talking about me." He said, smiling goofily. The only thing running through Mr. and Mrs. Granger's minds was 'How can he hurt us? He's freakin' adorable.'
Draco began running around their house, knocking things over. The other man watched bemused. Well, until Draco knocked him out.
He smiled at the Grangers. "Sorry for interrupting your day. I had to convince him I was on his side, even though I'm not." He picked up the man's ankles and dragged him out the door. "TELLL HERMIONE I SAID HIIIIIIIII!"
So this was my version of what would happen if Draco joined the Order. Odd, right?