Part Two – An Introduction
They arrived at the front door, knocking lightly, having Apparated further down the street.
"Hermione? Oh, it is you." Her mother opened the door with a smile. "And this must be Remus. It's nice to finally meet you!"
"It's lovely to meet you, too, Mrs Granger," Remus replied with a shy smile.
"Don't be daft," she laughed. "Call me 'Jane'. As long as you don't mind me calling you 'Remus' that is?"
"It's perfectly fine, Mrs Gr… I mean, Jane," Remus replied.
"Well, come in then. Dinner's almost ready." She opened the door fully and ushered them inside.
Once inside, a voice from an open doorway a little down the corridor spoke, "Ah, you're here."
"Hey, dad."
"Come give your old dad a hug then, Pastry." He grinned.
"Daaad," Hermione moaned. "You know I hate that name."
"Well, you chose it!" he replied.
Hermione turned to Remus, seeing a puzzled half grin on his face. She sighed; only her father would embarrass her like that.
"Our daughter here took it upon herself to come up with a reason against all the nicknames I came up with when she was younger," her father began to explain.
"He doesn't need to know this," Hermione said, a deep blush staining her cheeks. Remus found he rather liked it.
"I once called her 'Pumpkin', and she told me it was wrong to call her that as she hated pumpkin and didn't eat it. Well, that was true," he grinned. He obviously loved teasing his only daughter, "but she absolutely loved pastry at the time and would eat that, leaving the filling of every pie her mother baked untouched. So, that's what I called her, and it stuck."
Remus laughed. It so was typically Hermione to argue against something like that.
A/N: Up next is Part Three - Dinner.
