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'Ron, I think it's time that I formally introduce you to my parents.' Hermione said one day, about two years after the battle. They had been dating for quite a while and Hermione felt that it was time for her parents to meet their future son-in-law. Now, she was getting ahead of herself. It wasn't like they were going to be married any time soon. Still, a week later Ron found himself sitting in a muggle football stadium, watching a USA vs. England match. To be honest, Hermione hadn't planned it that way. She had hoped for a quiet dinner with Ron and her parents but her father, an avid football fan, had insisted on taking Ron and her to a football match. So there they were, all wearing the colours of the union jack. Hermione's mother had come too and now sat next to Ron and her husband. Hermione sat next to Ron and an American dude.

'And...Thomas scores! 3:1 for England!' shouted the commentator. Hermione and her parents cheered, along with half of the other people in the stadium. Ron was sitting on his seat, shaking his head.

'There's only one ball? That's so boring.' Hermione tried to ignore him.

'And where are their broomsticks?' Ron continued to question.

'It's football, not Quidditch!' Hermione snapped.

'It's soccer, not football!' the American dude snapped back. A little British boy who was sitting behind them giggled. 'Soccer? Do you play it with your socks?'

And far away, in his grave at Shell Cottage, Dobby woke up and asked: 'Socks? Where?'

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