A/N: Okay so after watching Harry Potter for the whole day (while reading fan fictions too), I decided to make a 7-chapter fan fiction about Hermione and her parents after each school year. Aren't you guys curious what happen whenever she comes home?!

Anyway, have fun reading and please review and favorite!

1st year:

Jean placed her left hand on her husband's shoulder and used him as leverage as she tiptoes while sweeping her eyes through the crowd to look for her daughter's wild hair. She has missed her so much that it hurt to think that she would have to go through sending her to an unknown place for six more years.

Without thinking, she tightened her grip on her husband. "Ouch!"

Jean shrugged apologetically. "Where is she, Dan? She said she'd be here by now!"

Dan rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around his wife's shoulders. "Don't worry, she'll be here any minute now," then his eyes lit up when she saw a mass of brown, curly hair bouncing its way towards them. "Look! She's here!"

"Mummy! Daddy!" The girl squealed.

"Hermione!" They exclaimed in unison and bound to hug their daughter. They peppered her with kisses and then Dan let go of her family to pick up Hermione's trunk and lead them on the way to their car.

Once they got in, with Jean deciding to sit beside her daughter at the backseat, Hermione started to talk about her school. Both adults, of course, didn't get half of the magic related words that their daughter had said but they didn't mind because they know she would explain it later when they get home.

When they reached their home, and Hermione had settled in, they went to their recreation room for a tea and to continue catching up.

"So how was school, honey?" Dan asked her daughter.

Hermione grinned and started to talk animatedly. "Hogwarts was absolutely enchanting! The castle was huge, and the portraits and staircases move!"

Dan and Jean were genuinely happy that their daughter had fun and has found a place where she belonged. She never liked primary school, and even though Hermione never spoke about it, they knew she had trouble making friends.

"Did you make any friends?" Jean asked this time.

Hermione bounced on her chair. "Yes! I made friends with Harry Potter—the boy I told you about from the books—and Ron Weasley! They're my new friends!"

The couple shared a look, Jean's with joy that their daughter found friends fast and with Dan's narrowed ones. "Your friends… are boys?" Dan asked. Hermione nodded absent-mindedly while she took a bite on her chocolate muffin.

"But… but…" Dan spluttered.

"But, honey, what about girls?" Jean asked for her husband.

"What about them?" Hermione asked confusedly.

"Well, you shared rooms with four other girls. Aren't you friends with any of them?" Jean asked again.

"I'm busy all the time, and they always want to titter about boys!" Hermione answered.

"And what do you do with those boys, hm?" Dan asked, annoyed about the information that her daughter just given them.

Hermione squirmed on her seat this time. She was not sure if she should share anything about her adventures with Harry and Ron. Of course, if they knew about any of it, they will not hesitate to pull her out of the school and of the wizarding world in whole. "Well, we study and play chess…" Hermione muttered.

Dan grunted, and Jean slapped her lightly on the arm. "Are you going to invite them over sometime, darling?" Jean asked.

"Boys coming over?! That… that's…" Dan spluttered again but before he could finish his sentence, Jean waved her hand in front of her husband's face to shut him up.

"Err," Hermione was blushing now because of her father's behaviour. Honestly, she thought, it's like he thinks I'm old enough to do what he's thinking. Of course I know what he's thinking, I'm not that young! "I don't know, honestly. We would probably just write each other. Besides, Harry will probably be locked in his room for the whole summer again…" Hermione trailed off to see her Mum's face scrunched and his Dad's curious.

"What did you mean by 'locked up'?" Dan asked.

Hermione let out a deep sigh. "He lives with his Aunt—his mother's sister—and they… don't like him there. Anyway, Harry's like a small brother to me; he seems so lost most of the time."

"And what about this other boy? What's his name? What about him?" Dan needed to know what kind of boys his daughter decided to associate herself with.

"His name is Ron, Dad, and he's nice. He's funny, he's brave, he's not that studious but he's definitely smart," Hermione smiled brightly at her parents. Jean looked at her husband and smirked. Uh-oh, Jean thought. This is where the fun begins.