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(A/N: Yay! Epilogue! And its done! I hope that you have enjoyed reading it as much as I liked writing it. Oh, and in this fic Lucius and Narcissa are nice just because I wanted them to be.)

"I'm scared." Hermione looked at her face in the mirror, scrutinizing her freckles with distaste.

"Why? They're only my parents?"

"I know, but they're so high up in society. I'm just-" Draco covered her lips with his own, successfully stopping her talking.

"You are wonderful, smart, beautiful, witty, clever-"

"Stop it." Hermione blushed.

"-and my girlfriend. They will love you."

"How can you be sure?"

"Because I know them. Now come on, I'm pretty sure I wasn't this nervous when I met your parents."

"No, you were worse. Remember how-" Draco crushed his hand against her mouth.

"Come on, Hermione, the car's here." he said, poking his head out of Hermione's window to see the black sedan waiting on the street beneath them. Hermione took a deep breath and the two of them walked down the stairs, out the door, and into the car. She admired the velvety seats and the tinted windows, and Draco took her hand. The driver, Sergio, turned and said:

"We will arrive in approximately in twenty-five minutes." he said, in a deep, gravelly voice.

"Thank you, Sergio."

"It is no trouble Master Malfoy."

It seemed like a millennia before the car finally pulled into a large manor in Devon.

"Holy…." Draco grinned at Hermione's statement, before leading her out of the car. Draco tossed Sergio a ten-pound note and a quick thank you. The duo walked up to the pathway towards the manor.

"That's a lot of flowers." Hermione gestured to the overflowing roses, irises, lilies and a bunch more that Hermione wished she could name. Then realized that that was a really weird thing to say. Curse my awkwardness. Draco didn't comment, only casting her a sideways glance.

"Yeah, my parents both really love gardening. My mum plants flowers and my dad has his fruits and vegetables," they were at the door by now, and Draco unlocked it. He made an open-armed wave towards the door, after opening it, "Welcome, Miss Granger, to Malfoy Manor."

"Thank you, Mister Malfoy, it's a pleasure to be here." Hermione took his arm and looked around at the intricately done paintings on the wall. They were of different scenes of different places around the world.

"Are you still nervous?" Draco leant down and whispered in her ear.

"Not as much now."

"Good."

"You have a lovely home."

"Yes, it's been decorated over the years." Hermione could tell, from the smile on his face, that his family and its home was a point of pride.

"Draco!" a voice boomed down the hallway, making Hermione's head snap up. A tall, grandiose woman was making her way towards them, with her arms spread wide, "And you must be Miss Granger! Pleasure to meet you."

"Just Hermione, Mrs. Malfoy. And you as well."

"Then call me Narcissa, dear," Draco's mother held a regal air about her, and Hermione could see the resemblance, although he was more angles where she had a softer look about her, "Now on to the sitting room. Draco's father, Lucius, will join us in a moment."

They walked into the sitting room, and Narcissa pointed to the couch. Both Hermione and Draco plopped down on it.

"Not you, Draco. Come and make us some tea."

"Mum."

"Go."

"All right, fine." Draco gave a sigh and Hermione's hand a reassuring squeeze before he left the room. Hermione wished she could call him back. Narcissa crossed the room and sat in a pale yellow armchair.

"So, I hope that you enjoy Draco's company."

"Yes I do, I should, right? I mean, I do date him." Hermione was rambling now. Narcissa smiled at that statement. "Well, except for his crazy mug obsession."

"He does quite love his mugs, doesn't he? When he was little, he loved collecting things including stamps, coins and god knows what else."

"I can imagine that. Did he used to make tea for every occasion before as well?"

"Oh, Draco got that from me. My philosophy is usually 'Tea solves all problems.'"

"What's this I hear about tea?" Draco's father stepped into the room and dropped a kiss on Narcissa's forehead, "Lucius Malfoy."

Lucius offered his hand and Hermione shook it. Mr. Malfoy is tall, and it's pretty obvious to see that he and Draco are related.

"Hermione Granger." Hermione shook his hand and Lucius sat in another arm chair.

"Now, Hermione, you seem like a lovely girl. And I hope you wouldn't hurt him on purpose, but Draco's already had a couple women using him. I'm grateful that he's finally let someone else in, but Hermione, I implore you-"

"Lucius! You'll scare the girl." Narcissa cut in. Hermione's eyes were wide.

"W-well….er…. I-I know that I'm going to stick by him for as long as he needs. me."

"Which will hopefully be for a long time." Hermione blushed at Narcissa's words. It seemed like both Lucius and Narcissa cared about Draco a lot. They were both a bit fancy, but Hermione decided it was a good kind of fancy.

"I hope you guys aren't scaring Hermione away." Draco entered the room and carried in the tea tray. He set it down on the coffee table.

"No, I think we're good." Lucius said, clapping Draco on the shoulder as Draco sat down beside Hermione.

"Yes, we're definitely good." she said, taking her cup of tea and having a sip.

(A/N: I hope that you enjoyed that. Please R&R!)