Title: Mr. Granger
Rating: PG
Word Count: 389
Prompt: Mr. and Mrs. Granger
A/N(optional): Fred never died in DH. EWE.

Hermione Granger nearly had a breakdown the week her Famous Wizards' Card was released. First, the Daily Prophet ran a retrospective of her life that was completely and utterly inaccurate. Second, the new recruits in Magical Law Enforcement were so in awe of her accomplishments that they self-consciously bungled every case assigned to them. And third, she had been hounded constantly for autographed cards by witches and wizards between the ages of seven and one hundred and thirty. Therefore, it was with great relief that she was able to join her mother, father, and Fred for lunch at a Muggle Café next to the Thames.

It was so cathartic to spend an hour not talking about herself or her past accomplishments.

Unfortunately, as soon as she and Fred returned to Diagon Alley, a young boy around eight years old ran up and tugged on her sleeve.

"Blimey! It's really you!"

"Nice language there, mate," Fred laughed.

The boy blushed. "Sorry," he mumbled. "C-could I… Could I get an autograph, please?"

Hermione nodded, surreptitiously elbowing Fred for embarrassing the child. The boy's face split into a wide grin as she signed and handed back the chocolate frog card.

"Thanks for the autograph, Mrs. Granger. Sorry to bug you, Mr. Granger!" the boy called running off.

"Oi!" Fred called out after him. "It's Mr. Weasley. Mr. Granger is her father, you little git!"

"Does it bother you?" Hermione asked, linking her arm with his before continuing towards their flat.

"Does what bother me?"

"Does it bother you that we're married but don't share the same last name?"

"Of course not. I understand why someone so good-looking, intelligent, successful, charming, funny, and pleasant wouldn't want to give up their identity just to have the same last name as their spouse."

"That's not why I didn't change my name!" Hermione gasped. "It was because I'd already published a book under the name 'Granger', and my parents only have one child so it means a lot to them that I keep it, and really there is something slightly patriarchal about a woman taking her husband's last name just because they have vowed to spend their lives together. Besides…"

"Calm down, Luv'," Fred interrupted, flashing her that smile that made her heart pump just a little bit faster. "I was talking about me not you."