I have a feeling that this is going to be a story of equal quality to The Prophecy, or WTLTTMHWT. So excited, I have two more chapters already written.

"Hermione, be a dear and go help your mother in the kitchen while I have a little chat with Ron in my study," Mr. Granger smiled at his daughter, but she just slightly frowned.

Dad, you're not going to hurt him with your dentistry tools, right?" she asked, with a hand on her hips. Ron fidgeted in his seat.

Mr. Granger chuckled. "No, sweetpea, I can see how fond you are him, so no, not today at least."

Ron looked over at Hermione, but she just rolled her eyes and smiled at him. She walked away, leaving Ron to follow Mr. Granger into the study.

The second the door closed and Ron sat down, Mr Granger said in a knowing voice, "So, you're in love with my daughter?"

Ron panicked. "Um, well, I wouldn't exactly say in love, yet..."

Mr. Granger looked at Ron, amused. "Son, I know these type of things. You're in love with her, I can see the way you look at her. Reminds me a bit of myself, when I was your age. But I suppose it can be a good thing. If you weren't so in love with her, then it would make your relationship rubbish, and she might go to someone, uh, less worthy, we could say."

"Sir," Ron interrupted. "I don't mean to interrupt, but shouldn't you be saying that no one in this whole world will be worth your daughter? Because that would be extremely truthful of you."

Mr. Granger chuckled. "It's all part of the test, son. And yes, you would be correct. No one deserves Hermione, but if anyone would come close to deserving her, it would be you or Mr. Potter."

Ron clunched his fists. "Yeah, I guess Harry would be deserving of anyone."

Mr. Granger looked taken aback. "No, Ron, that isn't what I meant at all. All that I meant was that both of you have taken care of my daughter for all of these years, so I would have to trust one of you two to take care of her in the future. If she would have chosen Mr. Potter as her own, then I would still be having a chat with him like this, 'Chosen One' or not. However, she chose you, so that's why we are sitting here today."

There was a moment of silence before Ron finally said, "thank you sir."

"That wasn't a compliment." Ron fell silent.

"Now, tell me one thing." Mr. Granger folded his hands on his desk. "You love my daughter. What are you going to do to prove it?"

"Anything," was Ron's immediate response. "I'll do anything for her, sir, whether it's to prove my love, or to protect her. She's number one in my life."

Mr. Granger gave him a small smile. "Good response Ron. Now, why don't we head on over to dinner, and we'll have another chat another day, yes?"

"Of course sir."

But before they stood up, Mr. Granger gave him a thoughtful look before saying, "you know Ron, don't let this get to your head, but I think that you might be a keeper."

"Actually sir, if you allow me to get cheeky, that's the position that I play in the wizard sport, Quidditch."

Mr. Granger chuckled. "Ah, I see. Well, we should get down to dinner, before both the Granger women have our bullocks." They exited the study.

Ahhh! I just loved this! Did YOU?