Part Three – Dinner
Having sat down, and begun eating, the difficult questions began. Or so Remus had expected. For the first five minutes or so everyone was silent, concentrating on their food.
"Oh, Mum. I forgot to tell you, I brought the next book you wanted. It's in my coat pocket. I'll give it to you later."
"Thanks, Hermione. I must admit, I'm really rather into them. Isn't it strange how when I read them, I think of them as fanciful adventures, and yet you had them as your set textbooks in what, your third year?"
"Second," Hermione replied with a cough.
Remus looked questioningly at her from across the table.
"Erm, Mum's reading my DADA books from second year," she answered. His eyebrows rose at that. "Well, it's hardly likely to do any harm, is it? And they are fanciful stories of adventures that never really happened, Mum, at least not to the author."
"Ah, a certain Gilderoy Lockhart's personal biographies, I assume," Remus said, recalling who had been her teacher that year.
"The one and only," Hermione replied, a smile on her face.
Both looked at each other, remembering things about the fool of a wizard, then burst out laughing, surprising both Mr and Mrs Granger.
"Sorry, Mum," Hermione finally managed to get out, gasping for breath. "It's just he's so, so…."
"Pompous?" Remus answered for her, dissolving them both into laughter again.
Having recovered from their outburst, they all finished the meal in light chatter and then moved into the living room.
Conversation, unlike Remus' previous fears, was easygoing and jovial. No 'What are your intentions towards my daughter?' type of questions at all. Yet, their love for their daughter showed regardless, and Remus felt that included him, too, in a way.
I love it here, thought Remus.
A/N: Up next is Part Four - Home