A/N:

Written as part of an assignment using prompts provided by Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Challenges & Assignments)

Pairing: Hermione/Antonin

Task: Write about a mother or a father (or both), and how they feel while their adolescent daughter is beginning to date/bring home a boyfriend/girlfriend for the first time. Are they happy? Are they upset that she is growing up so quickly? Do they lack trust in the person she is starting a relationship with?

Hopscotch: Hermione/Antonin Dolohov (pairing), heaven (word) scrap (word)

Gringotts: Pairing: Cross-Gen Het – Hermione/Antonin; Nouns – House, Door, Daughter, Husband, Wife, Eyes, Face, Cheek, Kitchen, Dining Room, Couch, Mum, Dad, Neck, Ear, Hands, Head; Adjectives – Cold, Dark, Thunderous

Disapproval

Hermione and her boyfriend had only been at her parent's house for less the ten minutes, and you could already cut the tension in the air with a knife.

Her mother and father had been exchanging worried looks since the moment they walked through the door, and it hadn't escaped their notice, and the conversation left a lot to be desired.

"Hermione, would you come and help me in the kitchen?" Mrs Granger asked suddenly, giving her husband yet another worried look.

When their daughter had called them a few weeks ago and informed them that she would be bringing home her boyfriend, she had warned them that he was a little bit older than her.

But now that she was looking into the cold, dark eyes of the man, who was at least twenty years her daughter's senior, Mrs Granger could safely say that she did not approve of Hermione's taste in men, and from the thunderous face on her husband's face it was safe to say that he agreed.

"Sure mum," Hermione replied, before giving Antonin a kiss on the cheek and whispering a few words of encouragement in his ear, and then following her mother into the kitchen

Disapproval

As soon as the women had left the room, Mr Granger stood up from his reclining black armchair and moved to the couch where a rather nervous looking Antonin was seated.

Good, he thought to himself, he should be worried and scared, because when I'm done with him, no place, not even heaven will feel safe to him.

"I've heard about men like you," Mr Granger hissed at Antonin, as soon as his daughter was safely out of earshot. "Finding young girls to prey on and taking advantage of them. People like you belong on the scrap heap of society."

Antonin shifted to the right, and away from the protective father.

"Mr Granger, I can assure you that I only have the very best of intentions towards your daughter," Antonin replied, with his hand on his heart, and feeling slightly uncomfortable under the piercing stare of his girlfriend's father.

"Bullshit," the father spat, grabbing him by the scruff of the neck. "I don't know what kind of game you're playing, but what I do know is that this ends right now. After tonight, you will end your relationship with Hermione. Is that clear?"

Mr Granger released his grip on Antonin and pushed him away. His back hit the back of the couch with such force that it almost knocked the wind out of him.

Antonin fought the urge to draw his wand on the muggle and let out his repressed violent side. The last thing he wanted or needed was to antagonise his girlfriend's father even more. Hermione meant the world to him, and he owed it to her to make an effort.

He cleared his throat. "Mr Granger, nothing you could say or do could ever make me part from Hermione. In the short time we have been together, she has made me into a better man, and I will do anything and everything it takes to prove to you that I am worthy of your daughter, Sir."

Mr Granger narrowed his eyes and was about to respond to the man, when his wife and daughter entered the living room to announce that dinner was ready.

As he followed his wife towards the dining room, she gave him a look to ask him if the situation had been dealt with sufficiently.

He shook his head, and muttered, "That guy actually thinks he's good enough for our Hermione. Adamant that he's going to prove that he's worthy of our Hermione."

The couple paused in the doorway briefly as they observed their daughter and her older boyfriend interact.

They watched on as Hermione talked animatedly with her hands about her work, and how much she was enjoying the brand new challenges that came with working in her new job.

As Antonin captured both of Hermione's hands in his own, and leant forward to kiss her Mrs Granger had to hold her husband back as he made to lunge at him.

"Hands. Daughter. Kissing. Must. Stop." Mr Granger whispered as he tried to shake off his wife's grip.

"Not in front of Hermione, love," she whispered tenderly, as the couple prised themselves apart and apologised.

"Mum, Dad, are you going to sit down?" Hermione asked, casting them a questioning look.

"Of course we are," Mrs Granger answered, taking her husband's hand in her own, fully prepared for an uncomfortable evening.