Meet the Parents

“I don’t want you to go yet,” Hermione whined as Draco mentioned the time. “I don’t feel safe all alone in this big, scary room.”

They were sitting together on her expansive bed. Though she was tucked comfortably under sheets and covers of emerald green satin, she really did feel that at any given moment the room would open up and swallow her whole. Looking up at him with the saddest puppy dog eyes she could manage, she began to pout. Draco just laughed at her.

“You’re over exaggerating,” Draco scoffed. “And for the umpteenth time, no one is going to come in and curse you.”

“I’m still not too sure about that,” she said. “So what did your father want to discuss with you?”

“He rambled on for quite a bit on how he was getting on in his years and I’d be head of the Malfoy family soon,” Draco began. “It was all kind of depressing, really. He went on about the Manor and various estates and–”

“And will you get to the point?” Hermione asked anxiously. “I know you’re just dragging this out to torment me as much as possible.”

“Of course,” he smirked at her. “He wants to give us the summer home until we can move in here.”

“But– but we’re not even married,” she stuttered. “We haven’t even talked about it. Draco, we’re still in school. None of our friends know about this. Is your father insane or–”

“Shh,” he said, pressing his index finger to her mouth, silencing her. “In time, ‘Mione, in time.”

He replaced his finger quickly with his lips, one hand going up to cup her cheek and the other holding her shoulder. He pulled her closer to himself as he darted his tongue out, deepening the kiss. Draco pushed her slowly down onto her back, her head resting on a feather soft pillow as he leaned down for another passionate kiss. She gave in for a bit, lacing her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. Then, she suddenly pulled away.

“W” he” he asked huskily, confused as to why she was refusing him all of a sudden.

“Should we be doing anything like this?” she asked.

“What do you mean?” he was looking down at her in confusion again.

“I mean, we’re in your parents house,” she began. “I know that my parents would have your head and then mine if they knew. What of yours?”

He smiled softly and shook his head. “They won’t do anything. I can go back to my room if you’d like me to.”

“No,” she said quickly. “Stay here.”

“All night?”

“Of course.”

“Can we...?”

“What else are you good for?” she replied, watching his face scrunch up in indignance.

“I’m good for more than just that and you know it,” he scoffed at her.

“Of course I do,” she smirked. “No funny business now, Ferret Boy. I know you’re good for lots of things, this being one of them.”

“That I am,” he said with a cocky grin.

Carefully, he scooted himself underneath the covers and snuggled up next to Hermione. He lightly stroked her hair, twirling a curl around one finger. Her hair felt silky smooth against his hand, something he always liked. It felt like expensive Chinese silk to him or smooth, rich chocolate mousse. She closed her eyes, reveling in the feel of his fingers in her hair. People playing with it always did make her relaxed and sleepy.

Draco propped himself up on one elbow and watched her. She looked so soft in the dim light of the moon coming in from the only window in the room. When he could hold himself back no longer, he leaned down to place a gentle kiss upon her lips, a bit surprised when she responded and kissed him back.

“Mmm,” he hummed and then smiled. “You sure you don’t want to go to sleep?”

“Yes,” she smiled back. “I’d rather spend all night with you.”

“That’s what I was hoping you’d say,” he said as her arms went around his neck and pulled him in for another soft kiss.

He shifted his body onto hers, his hands going to her sides to crush her body to his. He felt hern hen her mouth to his, sucking his bottom lip into her mouth. She scraped her teeth across it lightly as she released it, stroking her tongue along the edge of it as she did so, eliciting a soft moan from him. He attacked her lips fiercely, thrusting his tongue into her welcoming mouth in a dominating manner.

Draco moved a hand to the buttons on her nightshirt, slowly undoing each until he finally reached the top. He pulled away from her mouth and began trailing light kisses down her cheek and to her neck, his kisses becoming heavier and wetter as he made his way down. Running a hand up her stomach, he cupped one breast in his hand, gently massaging it, drawing a sharp gasp from Hermione.

She moved her hands down to the bottom of his shirt, tugging it as far up as she could.

“Draco,” she whined. “Help me.”

Grinning crookedly, he pulled away and sat back on his knees, pulling his shirt over his head. Now in naught but his boxers, he leaned back over her.

“Better?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“Much,” she replied, running her hands along his strong chest as he dipped down for another kiss.

Hermione hooked a leg around his and rolled him over onto his back, following him and straddling his hips. She broke their kiss and sat up on him, absent-mindedly rubbing against him, her panties and his boxers being the only restrictive devices between them. Pulling her arms back and pushing her chest out, she let her nightshirt fall carelessly down her arms and onto to bed. The sight of her undressing herself so seductively turned Draco on even more, making him want to flip her over and take her right then.

Sensing this, Hermione smiled at him and moved down his body, hooking her fingers into the band of his boxers, pulling them down with her. After removing her panties, she slowly made her way back up the length of his body, hesitating above his throbbing member, making him squirm, before continuing up. Eye level with him, she smirked and kissed his nose, making him look at her in complete confusion and then slid herself down, taking all of him into her body.

He threw his head back and groaned in pleasure as she sat back up and began moving up and down on his manhood. He gritted his teeth and gripped her hips, helping her to move against him better as he began thrusting his hips up into her as she came down on him. Hermione placed her hands firmly on his chest as she pumped him up and down, using him for leverage. She clenched her eyes closed and swallowed hard, beginning to feel her own orgasm building up. The closer she got, the harder he pushed himself into her. Finally, it became too much and she cried out, tossing her head back, her body squeezing around him in waves, pulling him along into orgasm with her.

He let out a long, low groan as he thrust into her one more time. He let go of her hips and caught her shoulder as she couldn’t hold herself up any longer. He withdrew and rolled her over onto her side, pulling her close to himself, and covered her up with the sheets and duvet. Brushing her hair back from her face, he leaned over and kissed her lightly on her forehead.

“Thank you for everything,” he whispered to her, closing his eyes as he felt sleep tugging at him.

“Anything for you,” she smiled, turning over in his hold. She felt him pull her tightly against his chest and closed her eyes, falling asleep to the gentle beat of his heart and his slow and steady breathing.
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“Ooo! Lucius Malfoy! Stop it!”

Draco and Hermione stumbled downstairs the following morning to find a rather chipper Lucius chasing Narcissa around the breakfast table. He had just succeeded in pinching her rear in an ambush, causing her to squeal in surprise.

“This may just be a wild poke in the dark, but I’m going to say that this isn’t normal behavior for them,” Hermione managed to say quietly to Draco.

“That would be a resounding no,” he replied. “I’ve never seen either of them behave this way before in the entirety of my life.”

“Oh, Draco. Hermione. You’re up,” Narcissa said when she caught sight of the two of them standing in the doorway. “Your father has been in quite the playful mood all morning,” she said with a smile to Draco.

“Yes,” Draco said. “I see quite clearly that he woke up a few fries short of a Happy Meal.”

“Happy Meal?” Narcissa asked, looking confused.

“Never mind,” Draco stated. “Let’s eat.”

“So Draco,” Lucius began with a knowing twinkle in his eye, taking his seat, “did you sleep well?”

Draco eyed his father curiously as everyone else took a seat at the table. “Yes, I did.”

“How about you, Hermione?” he turned his attention as breakfast was served and everyone began to eat. “I suspect you slept well also.”

“Yes, sir,” Hermione answered slowly, cutting into her pancake with her fork.

“With my son,” Lucius added. The shock of his statement caused Hermione to drop her fork to her plate and nearly choke on her pumpkin juice.

“Pardon me?” she coughed out, still stunned over his blunt remark. Her stomach twisted into knots faster that one could say alohomora and her heart dropped flat to her feet. She began to feel nauseated as a wave of panic washed over her.

“I’m not entirely stupid,” he smirked. “What does a nearly empty house, no parental control, and a hormone-driven seventeen-year-old boy equate to?” he raised an eyebrow. “And don’t tell me that you haven’t a clue. You are the brightest witch to grace that blasted school in ages, are you not?”

“Lucius,” Narcissa began in a quiet tone. “I’m not quite sure this is proper meal-time discussion.”

He waved her off. “Anytime’s good for talking about this.”

Draco took the initiative while Hermione sat in stunned silence.

“I never knew you to be that kind of a pervy bastard,” he said to his father.

“Whatever do you mean?” Lucius asked in reply.

“You watched.”

Cooly: “so what if I did?”

“I’m not the type for exhibitionism, father,” Draco stated firmly. “Though I do believe without reserve that you certainly are.”

“I always knew you were a smart boy,” his father said with a smirk.

“Funny how you failed to mention that before.”

Lucius simply shrugged. “Oh well, it’s your life. Do with it what you will.”

A loud clank sounded through the cavernous room as Draco dropped his utensils and looked immediately at his mother. “What in the bloody hell is the matter with him?”

“What do you mean?” Narcissa asked.

“Why hasn’t he said something about her yet? Why hasn’t he cursed anyone? Why haven’t I been disinherited?” Draco shot at her. “It’s like I’ve slipped into some bloody alternate dimension where Lucius Malfoy is a Muggle-loving freak and it’s alright if I prance around with a Muggle-born, sullying the Malfoy name to bits.”

“It’s a charm, Draco,” the more refined voice of Lucius came out. “If I think, speak, or do anything negative toward anyone it’ll be like a little shock collar for a dog. One bad thought and zap. Such a tacky thing for them to have to do, but precautions had to be taken to make sure I wouldn’t try anything,” he articulated, turning his cold gaze toward Hermione. “I may not be acting myself, but I do believe that I am well aware of that fact,” he calmly folded his hands in front of himself, locking eyes with Draco. “I would have thought with all of the complaining you did about your childhood, you would have appreciated a more relaxed and carefree me. Your mother certainly does.”

“So you’re alright with this?” Hermione asked hesitantly. “With me?”

“Heavens no,” Lucius scoffed. “There’s a wealth of nasty little things I’d get pleasure out of doing to you and especially to my ungrateful whelp, but alas, I cannot. Instead I must grin a bear my only son and heir to frolic through pretty little fields with pretty little flowers and prance around in front of my very eyes with a scum-sucking, bottom-feeding Mudblood like you. The only placating part of this entire fiasco is the knowledge that when Potter finds out about my son’s little affair with you, his head might spin round till it simply pops off,” he grinnedkedlkedly as he said his piece with rapt enthusiasm. “Oh how I wish I could be there to see the look on his face. I might even congratulate you, Draco.”

“And that means so much to me,” Draco bit back sarcastically.

“I suspect it wouldn’t,” Lucius replied. “Well, I suppose the Mudblood has had more than enough shock for one weekend. It was lovely visiting with the both of you. I do hope you enjoy your summer house, procreating like rabbits I will assume. As long as I don’t have to set eyes on any dirty-blooded grandchildren before I die, we can call it even.”

“Even?” Draco asked.

“I let you cavort with her without any restraint, further comment, or punishment. I give you the summer house. In return, all that I ask is that I never see any of your offspring,” Lucius grinned, cat-like and malicious. “Does that sound like a deal?”

“About as good a deal as I’ll ever get out of you,” Draco answered coldly. “We do have classes tomorrow and will be returning to Hogwarts this evening,” he said, getting up from the table and walking to the doorway.

“Where are you going?” Lucius asked, stopping Draco in his tracks.

“I have to pack our things,” came his flat response. “You know, the least you could have done was put up a facade. But it would just kill you to be nice, even under false pretenses, wouldn’t it? No, that would have been a bit too much for you. I’ll be back later.” Then as an afterthought: “they should have had you kissed.”

Narcissa gasped audibly and Hermione’s eyes widened in shock, but Lucius sat with nothing other than an amused smirk.

“Draco Lucius Malfoy, that was completely inappropriate. He is your father and–”

Lucius held up a hand, stopping her reprimanding him.

“She is a fine girl,” his father’s words stopped him again. “She’s strong, self-reliant, intelligent, very talented. Powerful. I should know,” he said with a knowing glance at her. Hermione paled. “She’ also very beautiful. It’s a damn shame, her unfortunate birth, but that doesn’t change the fact that she is a very smart match for you.”

“Is that your blessing?” Draco asked over his shoulder, not wanting to face theect ect of his anger.

“About as close as I can come to one.”
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“Are you glad to be out of there?” Draco asked on the way back to Hogwarts. He certainly was.

Hermione sighed heavily in thought and shifted against him, leaning her head down onto his shoulder. “Yes, I quite am,” she answered. “This weekend turned out to be very... interesting.”

“Interesting,” he repeated, leaning his head down onto hers. “Yes, it rather has been. But we’ve got my father out of the way and he didn’t seem to be all that upset about it. I don’t know exactly what you’ve done or nearly done to him in the past, but it must have been something. He’s got respect for you. That’s something that he doesn’t just hand out randomly. It’s a rarity. And mother seemed to just love you to bits. Of course, she’s always wanted me to settle down with a nice, intelligent girl outside of the pureblood arena–”

“There you go talking about settling down and moving in and all that,” she laughed. “We haven’t even told Harry and Ron yet. Your days may still be numbered,” she said with a grin, playfully poking him in the ribs.

“As long as they’re with you, I really don’t mind.”

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AN: Goodness, that took forever and a day to complete, but I am happy with it nonetheless, even though there are a few spotty places. Not every plot can be completely airtight. Especially an ill-conceived one at three in the morning. But I still like it. On the fic challenge community, there was a motion and a second to that motion for a sequel or two entitled “Meet the Friends” and “Meet the Parents II: The Grangers.” A wealth of fun is wrapped up in that last one, I am sure. I do believe that I’ll get on those as quickly as possible. ^_^ Hope you enjoyed. You know what I must do now. I must solicit reviews. So, REVIEW! Or flame. Or bitch. Whatever floats your boat, do it. ^_^