"Hey you!" Mr. Granger shouted to the black haired boy at the train station. He knew that talking to this boy would give his daughter and the horny twat more time to be alone, but he supposed nothing could be worse than what they do at school all year.

Harry mumbled, "m-m-me?"

"Yes you, Harry." He motioned for him to come talk to him next to a pillar a few away from the Weasleys and his daughter and wife.

"Now I know that boys talk about the girls they think are hot and I'm not stupid enough to think you're going to be completely honest with me here, but please be honest," his tone got weaker here, "has that little- uh- Ronald… said anything about my g- Hermione."

Harry's face relaxed a little when he figured out this conversation had nothing to do with him. Mr. Granger realized that they had never had a proper chat and this was his first impression with one of Hermione's best friends. He would have to make it up to him someday.

Harry gave Mr. Granger a weak smile, "Not to be rude sir, but I don't know why you're asking me this. You know the truth, but you would like me to say the opposite. You'll only hear what you know or what you want to hear. You can tell from one look what is on Ron's mind at any given time, sir, unless you're Hermione despite all her brilliance, and only half the time its admiring her personality. But you know as well as I do his feelings, and I think you know what hers are too, which excuses anything he says about her arse. If you would like me to say it, I'll say it. 'He never talks about Hermione in that way.' But that was as fake as you pretending you were actually asking that question. So I'm just going to excuse myself now, sir. Enjoy your summer holiday."

He stood there emotionless, wondering what he should be feeling. He learned nothing from this conversation, except maybe that he and his wife are not crazy and other people see the things that they see. He laughed a little. That boy has… moxy. He could maybe learn to like this one, especially since he wasn't actively trying to shag his daughter. He saw Harry looking Ronald's sister up and down instead. Damn, he thought, trying to shag his best friend's sister instead. He certainly does have moxy that one.

"Darling, what was that about?" His wife said as she approached him after finishing a conversation with the grandmother of another one of Hermione's friends.

"What was what about, princess?"

She rolled her eyes, "Can we not do this? It was about Ronald wasn't it?"

Mr. Granger sighed, "Don't be mad."

Mrs. Granger kissed his cheek, "I'm not mad, darling, I could never judge you for that. Of course I did the same thing, but instead I asked Ginny Weasley through an exchange of letters throughout the year. A bit less scary and far more civil."

Mr. Granger perked up, "Wha-what did the letters say!"

She shook her head, "You do not want to know what goes on in teenagers' minds."

He just continued to stare at her.

She shook her head, "If you REALLY want to know, Hermione thinks Ronald's abs are sexy, his eyes are dreamy, she wants to permanently have one hand running through his hair while the other touches his-"

"Stop woman stop! You think I want to hear that!" He was sweating as he looked over to the trio talking, and saw Hermione's eyes staring at Ron's hair and eyes, and then saw her eyes drift as he turned to speak to his mother...

Mrs. Granger giggled, "Oh oh oh! You want to hear what Ginny has overheard Rooonn… saying about Hermione!"

His face grew red, "Princess, do not say a single word more or I swear-"

"He said that she has the most gorgeous and radiant smile, the most beautiful eyes in the world, and a brilliance that made her shine every day."

Mr. Granger sighed, "Well there's nothing wrong with all of that I suppose."

"Oh, darling!" She pulled him in for a hug.

When her face was right next to his ear she whispered, "He also said that he dreamed about her chest every night."

He pulled away, "Why you little bi-"

"Because that's where her heart is."

He sighed and gave a small laugh. As he walked away to retrieve their daughter she whispered, "Or not…"

As the Grangers approached, Hermione gave her final farewells to her two best friends. She hugged both of them, Harry first then Ron. When she hugged Ron there seemed to be a reluctance from both to let go. Mrs. Granger could barely hear him whisper, "I like the new Hermione by the way. She's pretty badass. With all the rule breaking and such."

Hermione laughed, still awkwardly holding onto him in front of all their family and friends, "I like the new Ronald by the way. He's the king." With that she gave him a small, almost unnoticeable kiss on the cheek and then ran towards her parents. As the three of them walked away Mrs. Granger turned to see Ronald staring at them and occasionally she saw her daughter look right back. She sighed and thought, is this it? Is this truly the only romance she is going to have in her life? Then a second thought came that simply said, so what?