A/N:
School, work, volunteering, homework, babysitting, re-reading the
Deathly Hollows, watching new episodes of my favorite shows, reading
other great fics, chores, eating, and sleep. These are all the things
that have stopped me from posting that beloved second half. For any
of you who have not given up on me yet, here it is. Enjoy!
Ron followed Mr. Granger into the den. He sat down on the couch when Mr. Granger sat down in a reclining chair. He thought his dad would enjoy something like that. Ron faced the television, and was amazed at how advanced muggles could be without magic. Right there, in a black, rectangular-ish box, were moving pictures of just about anything. Hermione had tried to explain football to him once, but seeing as she didn't really get the game herself, all he knew at the moment was that muggles run, kick a ball into a giant net, and then they score a goal. Seemed very similar to Quidditch, but without the bludgers, it just seemed boring.
"So son, you like football?"
"I've never actually seen it, sir."
"Well, what do you watch for entertainment then?"
"Well sir, most wizards, your daughter and I included, happen to like a game called Quidditch."
"Ah yes, bunny gave me a book on it, Quidditch Through the Ages or something, quite a fascinating game if I do say so myself. Sounds very fast paced, and dangerous. But football will always my passion." He smiled. "And call me Bill. 'Sir' makes me feel so old."
"Okay sir- I mean, Bill." Mr. Granger chuckled at Ron's nervousness. He moved over to the couch and sat down beside him.
"So son, you wanna learn a bit about football? It's the only you'll fit in with this family."
"Sure, if you'll let me tell you about Quidditch. It's the only way I'll want to fit into this family."
They both laughed, and Mr. Granger started explaining the game to Ron.
Meanwhile in the kitchen…
"Thank you for the cake sweetie."
"Mom, Ron made it."
"Yes, and that's why he knows nothing but the name of it."
"Okay. I thought it would help him make a good first impression."
"Hermione, he's a nice boy, you like him, he obviously likes you, and your father seems to be getting along with him. No raised voices yet."
"I know, it's just…"
"You were nervous. I understand. I was like that when your nanny and poppy met Daddy."
"Really?"
"And the funny thing is, they didn't even like him in the beginning. Thought he was a bad influence on me."
"Daddy? A bad influence?"
"Yes. They thought he was a trouble maker. He stayed out until late hours, wore a leather jacket-"
"Wait, are you talking about the man who didn't want me to go to Hogwarts because the uniforms were skirts and there were boys there?"
"Yes."
"How late did he stay out?"
"8:00. That's when the library closed."
They laughed. Hermione was having a hard time picturing her father as a 'trouble maker'. She always thought he was rather, well, lame. Especially compared to Mr. Weasley. She wasn't sure if she should tell her mother how bad of and influence Ron was on her, or all the rules he broke, or how late it was when they would sneak out under Harry's invisibility cloak and get into all sorts of trouble, the kind that Dumbledore didn't write home about anyways.
The beeping of the oven interrupted her thoughts. "Sweetheart, could you go fetch the boys while I get dinner on the table?"
"Sure." She walked out into the den, and what she found stopped her in her tracks and made her smile.
She saw her father and her fiancé, sitting on the couch, well, the edge of the couch, watching the television intently. When Manchester scored a goal, they jumped up, cheering and yelling and hugging each other. They sat down, and promptly started talking.
"Wow, I didn't think this would so fun to watch."
"How do you score a goal in Quidditch again Ron?"
"The chasers have to pass the quaffle to at least one other player, then they have to get into one of the three hoops at the end of the field, which is guarded by the keeper."
"Still seems confusing."
"Actually, compared to football, it really is." They both laughed.
Hermione didn't want to interrupt them, but she knew that her mother would be upset if dinner got cold. She cleared her throat, and the boys turned around.
"Hey Hermione."
"Dinner ready bunny?"
"Yeah, moms got it on the table. How was the game?"
"We won." Mr. Granger, walked over to his daughter, pecked her on the cheek, and walked past her into the dining room. "Smells good Emelia."
Hermione turned to Ron. "Have fun?"
"Mi, your dad is great. He even let me call him Bill. I don't know why I was so nervous." He kissed her. "Did you tell your mom the news yet?"
"No, and she hasn't noticed the ring either. I'm thinking we'll tell them during dinner?"
"Sounds good to me."
They walked in to the dining room and sat down to eat dinner.
To be continued…
A/N: Okay, sorry for not being able to finish this chapter. Homework beckons. Next chapter, the nickname 'bunny' is explained, Mrs. Granger and Ron have a common interest, and Ron and Hermione announce their engagement. Not making any promises, but hopefully it'll be up within the week. Just stick with me. I might even do a chapter about their wedding reception or Rose's birth (nothing graphic :P), I don't know, I've got some ideas brewing.
