Narcissa gently took Draco's hand, tenderly breaking the silence in the carriage. "Don't always look so serious, your father isn't angry with you."
Lucius gave a curt hum, his tone still cold, but lacking its usual sharpness:
"Once the Malfoy family have made up their minds, they don't need to hide anything. As long as you're clear-headed enough, what you want to do is your freedom."
This statement is tantamount to a complete relent.
This is tantamount to acknowledging Hermione's existence, Draco's feelings, and this affection that transcends blood ties and social class.
Draco breathed a sigh of relief; the weight that had been hanging over him for so long finally lifted.
He never imagined that his father would accept the person he cared about most in such a calm way.
"Thank you Laodeng." Draco turned to Narcissa, his demeanor unusually obedient. "Thank you, old... mother."
Lucius paused on the steering wheel and glanced at him.
Narcissa couldn't help but laugh, "Alright, alright, I know you're happy. Let's go home, all your favorite snacks are ready."
Upon hearing this, Draco immediately sat up straighter, his previously smiling expression becoming more serious, and assured the two of them:
"Don't worry, I won't let the family decline. When we have ten or eight children, won't the family prosper again?"
The moment those words were spoken, the carriage fell silent for half a second.
Lucius's hand on the steering wheel suddenly stiffened, almost slipping.
He turned his head and glared at his son, his voice slightly strained as he snapped, " Draco Malfoy! What nonsense are you spouting!"
Having lived most of his life, his noble and dignified nature was ingrained in his bones; he had never heard his heir speak so bluntly and recklessly.
But I can't find any fault with it, I just feel a little embarrassed.
Narcissa was taken aback at first, then couldn't help but laugh out loud. She reached out and gently poked Draco's forehead, saying reproachfully:
"What nonsense are you spouting, child? You're treating that girl like a sow?"
Draco said awkwardly, "I... I didn't mean that... I meant I will carry on the family legacy."
"At least you have some sense of responsibility." Lucius snorted coldly, offering no further reprimand.
Narcissa smiled and shook her head, gently putting her arm around her son's shoulder. "Treating that girl well is more important than anything else. Whether things prosper or not, there's no rush."
Draco nodded vigorously, his mind racing: Hermione, I did it! My parents have given us permission to date!
Seeing the joy and relief in her son's eyes, Narcissa immediately settled on the important matter:
"Next time you have some free time, bring that girl home. It's time to formally introduce the future young master of the Malfoy Manor."
Upon hearing this, Draco was stunned for a moment.
His silver-gray eyes instantly lit up dramatically, and he completely forgot his usual composure. "Really?! I'll definitely bring her over during summer vacation!"
He rarely lost his composure like this, and he was filled with the urge to tell Hermione the good news.
Lucius glanced at him in the rearview mirror, seeing his son's rare display of excitement, and simply said, "Have Malfoy Manor prepare in advance, don't neglect our guests."
This sentence is tantamount to complete agreement.
"I'll personally arrange afternoon tea and prepare all her favorite snacks. You'll have to tell us your preferences in advance," Narcissa added with a smile.
Draco nodded repeatedly, so happy he was practically floating on air. He leaned back in his car seat, a wide smile on his face that he couldn't suppress.
It turns out that the best ending is never about secretly liking someone.
Instead, he openly brought her home, letting everyone know that she was the one he had chosen.
The black sedan drove steadily toward the Malfoy Manor.
Unlike the scenery along Draco's route, the atmosphere inside Hermione's car was much gentler.
Mrs. Granger noticed that her daughter was frowning and staring out the window, her fingers constantly twisting the hem of her skirt, so she gently patted Hermione's hand.
" Minmin, don't worry, Draco so smart and steady, he'll definitely be able to explain things to our parents."
Hermione snapped out of her reverie, a hint of barely concealed unease in her eyes. "I know... but the Malfoy family are different from us. They've always valued bloodlines highly. I'm afraid..."
She didn't finish her sentence, but her unease was palpable.
She was Muggle-born, and her parents were also ordinary Muggle. She and the Pure-blood noble Malfoy family were from two completely different worlds.
Mr. Granger gripped the steering wheel, glanced at his daughter in the rearview mirror, and said tactfully, "... His house does look a bit different from ours."
Mrs. Granger glared at her husband immediately, then looked tenderly at Hermione:
"Differences may exist, but as long as Minmin is happy, that's all that matters."
"I can also tell that Draco isn't the kind of bad kid who bullies others because of his family background; he's sincere towards you!"
Mr. Granger paused for a moment, then sighed softly, speaking with a mixture of fatherly helplessness and understanding:
"I'm not against it, I just feel sorry for my daughter."
The way his parents looked just now... they didn't seem like easy people to get along with.
"Ultimately, that kid has to shoulder the burden himself. Let's see if he can handle it."
Hermione's heart skipped a beat at those words.
She didn't panic or back down; instead, she slowly raised her head, a determined light shining in her eyes.
She gently bit her lower lip, and when she spoke again, her tone was very serious. "I believe him."
" Draco said he'd handle it, and no matter what his family situation is like, I'll wait for him!"
The little witch who used to get nervous in the face of trouble has now turned her anxiety into certainty because she has someone in her heart.
Seeing the light in her daughter's eyes, Mrs. Granger smiled and pulled her into her arms, "We believe in you too. No matter what happens, home is always here."
Mr. Granger also cast a gentle glance at me from the rearview mirror. "Yes, don't be afraid."
The sunlight streaming through the car window shone warmly on Hermione.
She leaned gently against her mother's shoulder, closed her eyes, and had only one name in her heart.
Draco.
She waited for his news, for his promise, for him to openly and honestly lead her into the future.
What Hermione didn't know was that Draco had already taken care of it first.
The car smoothly drove into the carved courtyard of the Malfoy Manor, its wheels rolling over the fine, white gravel path.
Before the car door even opened, a timid figure was already waiting at the bottom of the steps.
Dobby was still wearing his pillowcase, his long nose twitching.
Its two large ears trembled slightly with excitement, and its big, round eyes stared happily at the car door.
Since Draco started school, Dobby has been eagerly awaiting his young master's return home every day.
I was so excited to finally see him; my heart was pounding in my chest.
But he dared not move, dared not pounce.
Because standing beside him was Lucius Malfoy, the man who had once chained him and imposed strict rules upon him.