Hey! Me again, with another story. This came into my head and I was itching to do another story, so I hope you like it and dont forget to review :)
An A-Z in the Lives of Ron and Hermione
A Time and a Place Ron !
It was the first time Ron was meeting Hermione's parents. Not only were they both nervous, but they were scared to death of introducing Ron to the muggle world. They were currently sitting in the Granger's living room, waiting. Hermione tapped her fingers against the coffee table and took a sip from her tea.
"Hermione, how hard can it be? Honestly, your getting worked up over nothing" he smirked at her, using her own over- used words against her.
"Ron, my parent's aren't as accepting as your's, they have very high standards, I just want everything to go perfect, okay!"
"Look, everything's going to be fine, I'm sure they'll like me, I mean come on, I have met them before"
"Yes, but you weren't..."Hermione blushed
Ron chuckled "We've been together for two weeks now, I've snogged you until my lips turned blue, had my mum walk in on us more than once, walked through the bloody Great Hall holding your hand, and you still get embarrassed about the word boyfriend"
"I know, I know, its silly, okay...Im going to introduce you to my parents, as my - boyfriend, something I've never had to do before. I'm dreading the kinds of questions there going to ask"
"Such as..."Ron said leaning across the table, his head in his hands and giving her a dazzling smile.
"You know, how long have we been together, what do you do for a living, how we met..."
"Two weeks, nothing at the moment, I had dirt on my nose and you delightfully told me so"
"They've tried to set me up before you know" Hermione smiled at the memory
"What? With who?"
"Well, they do go to quite a lot of meeting and functions for dentistry, and one of their colleagues whom they've known for quite a while has a son round about the same age as me. Well, one day, they invited them over for lunch when it was the summer holiday's, just before I arrived at your's for the World Cup. He brought flowers and everything. Such a sweet boy. All the way through eating my sandwhiches and sipping my tea politely I started to, well, pick things out about him"
"Oh, such as?" said Ron defensively.
"Well, he had hair colour similar to yours, but nowhere near as shocking in texture. I kept thinking, how could I look at that colour for the rest of my life, knowing that there was a more exciting version somewhere else"
Ron smiled at her and reached across the table for her hand, he gripped it tight.
"He tried putting his arm around me" Hermione continued "I could see my parents exchanging knowing looks, both of them thinking it was going well, and they were going to take all the credit. But I was being polite for them, really, more than anyone else. I'd already told them that Viktor and I had agreed to stop contacting eachother, to spare future feelings, and they didn't know you were even in the picture"
"I was in the picture?"
"Since day one..." she whispered, blushing. They sat for a moment, the panic and the stress slowly ebbing away.
Hermione, who had been looking out of the window of the large sized living room, looked back to Ron, and smiled.
"Your right, what could possibly go wrong?" Hermione said. They had eachother, and that was all that mattered.
"It's not like there going to walk through the door and start questionning you about our sex life is it" Ron grinned, much to Hermione's horror. Trust Ron to joke about something they hadn't even done yet...
Clang.
Ron and Hermione turned. There, in the archway leading to the living room was the Grangers. Mrs Granger had dropped a bag full of tins, one rolled across the living room and hit Ron's shoe. Mr Granger looked more furious than shocked. Ron stood up, and Hermione's heart nearly dropped through the floor.
"Hi, I'm Ron" Ron walked across to them, extending his hand, the Grangers mouth's still open in shock, looking down at Ron's hand.
Hermione laughed nervously. This was going to be one hell of a meet and greet.