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When we left off... Hermione and Ron had just informed the Weasleys that they were engaged and pregnant, and as you all seem to know the next step is... the Grangers.
Hermione took a deep, shuttering breath, and closed her eyes. She took another, more steady, deep breath as Ron put an arm around her shoulder.
"It can't be that bad," he told her, "After all, you informed my mother that I got you pregnant BEFORE we got married or engaged... and I'm still alive!" Hermione looked at him with sad and worried eyes.
"It's just that... they'll be happy for us, and they wont say anything... but they're going to be so disappointed in me. At least your parents speak their minds." Ron gave her a long, sweet kiss and a big hug.
"It's all going to be fine," he told her as the door opened.
"Mum!" Hermione exclaimed, "How did you know we were here? I didn't even knock yet!"
"I heard your car."
"We didn't drive mum."
"Oh, well, I knew you were here. I could here you talking."
"Through the door and the patio and the screen door?" Hermione's mother gave her a stern glare.
"Sorry Mum."
"Hello Dr. Granger, it's so nice to see you again," Ron tried.
"Hello there." She gave him a long stare, "You're name's... Richard, isn't it?"
"Er... Ron."
"Close enough, I'm horrible with names." Ron glanced at his girlfriend, who was breathing many shallow breaths and blushing deeply.
"No problem," he said with a forced smile. He left his arm around Hermione's waist as he followed her inside. Hermione looked quite nervous, and he couldn't help but wonder if she was having second thoughts. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Mione, if you don't want to do this..."
Her head snapped up, close to tears and she stopped dead in her tracks, "You don't want to marry me any more?!" she cried.
"I didn't say that!" Ron whispered frantically.
"But it's what you meant!"
"No, I thought you were having second thoughts!" Hermione sniffed a little, and her mother re-entered the corridor they were standing in.
"Well," she said stiffly, "Are you two coming?"
"Yes Mum," Hermione said softly.
The three walked briskly down the long corridors of the Granger's large house. In the living room, they met up with Hermione's father, who was sitting on the co reading his newspaper and sipping wine from a fancy crystal glass. At the sound of approaching footsteps, he methodically folded his newspaper and laid it on the end table, put down his goblet, and rose with an extended arm.
"Pleasure to see you again Ronald." Ron smiled.
"Nice to see you too Dr. Granger," he said with a firm handshake and a serious grin.
(A/N: from here on they will be known as mr. and mrs. or eric and mary cuz its just less confusing)
Mr. Granger's face broke into a wide grin when he released Ron's hand, and he turned to his daughter.
"You know what Mary? I like this one." He told her, then turned to Hermione and said, "He's a good guy. I know you always say that none of your friends are better than any others, just different, but I disagree. I like this one, Harry has a sissy handshake." Ron laughed loudly at that, and even Hermione giggled but her mother glared sternly at them all.
"That's very rude Eric. And Hermione, I'm ashamed that you're laughing at it." She shook her head and sighed. Ron stifled a chuckle, and Hermione elbowed him sharply in the ribs. "Damn it," he thought, "That bloody hurt. I can't wait till she starts putting on weight, maybe it'll soften out those pointy bones of hers."
The group of four proceeded into the dining room where they sat down in the hard wood chairs and Ron admired the silverware and fine china being used. He first felt in awe, then he felt unworthy. Thank goodness for Hermione's warm smile. He sat down carefully, and laid the napkin in his lap. Then, he just sat straight and waited for Hermione to tell him what to do.
"Mum, Daddy," Hermione said cautiously, "Ron and I have an announcement to make."
"Mmm hmm..." her mother said as she poured them each a glass of wine.
"We're getting married."
"That's nice sweety."
Hermione took a deep breath, attempting to calm herself, but Ron could see her eyes nearly twitching. Mr. Granger sat solemnly at the head of the table and looked as though he refused to say anything about it until wife did.
"MUM," she said loudly, "RON AND I ARE GETTING MARRIED."
"Okay." Mary said again, without truly hearing anything.
Hermione took a deep breath.
"AND... I'm pregnant." Mary's head shot up and her eyes were wide with horror.
"You're what?"
"I... I'm pregnant, and I'm engaged."
"When did all of this happen!?" She exclaimed.
"Well, I got pregnant approximately two months ago... right before Ron left on this dangerous, life-risking mission and all that jazz. He proposed right after he got back, coincidently it was the same day I told him I was carrying his child."
Ron gaped at her, how could she say that all so calmly? And how could she omit so many parts of the story? Somehow, she made it sound so much less... complicated, and it didn't seem so... bad.
"Well, I think it's fantastic." Said Eric seriously, "I like him, I want to be a grandfather, and you're getting married for more than just the fact that you're pregnant. Congratulations." Mary made a horrified face, but tried to smile as she told Hermione, "Yes. You're father's correct."
It was that fake, strained sort of happiness on her mother's face that killed Hermione. Luckily, the maid brought out a tray of food and everyone began to eat. Things went quietly for the rest of the evening and after dinner, Ron and Hermione apparated to Hermione's tidy little apartment where they collapsed onto the couch.
"All I can say," Hermione told Ron, "Is that I'm so glad we don't have to do that ever again."
Disclaimer: my story, my words, my lack of origional characters (for the most part), my lack of origional places (for the most part). don't sue me jk, i have little and due to the extremely sucking economy my parentals (for i am only a freshmen in hs) are bringing in siginificantly less money than they were so, yeah, don't sue me.
When we left off... Hermione and Ron had just informed the Weasleys that they were engaged and pregnant, and as you all seem to know the next step is... the Grangers.
Hermione took a deep, shuttering breath, and closed her eyes. She took another, more steady, deep breath as Ron put an arm around her shoulder.
"It can't be that bad," he told her, "After all, you informed my mother that I got you pregnant BEFORE we got married or engaged... and I'm still alive!" Hermione looked at him with sad and worried eyes.
"It's just that... they'll be happy for us, and they wont say anything... but they're going to be so disappointed in me. At least your parents speak their minds." Ron gave her a long, sweet kiss and a big hug.
"It's all going to be fine," he told her as the door opened.
"Mum!" Hermione exclaimed, "How did you know we were here? I didn't even knock yet!"
"I heard your car."
"We didn't drive mum."
"Oh, well, I knew you were here. I could here you talking."
"Through the door and the patio and the screen door?" Hermione's mother gave her a stern glare.
"Sorry Mum."
"Hello Dr. Granger, it's so nice to see you again," Ron tried.
"Hello there." She gave him a long stare, "You're name's... Richard, isn't it?"
"Er... Ron."
"Close enough, I'm horrible with names." Ron glanced at his girlfriend, who was breathing many shallow breaths and blushing deeply.
"No problem," he said with a forced smile. He left his arm around Hermione's waist as he followed her inside. Hermione looked quite nervous, and he couldn't help but wonder if she was having second thoughts. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Mione, if you don't want to do this..."
Her head snapped up, close to tears and she stopped dead in her tracks, "You don't want to marry me any more?!" she cried.
"I didn't say that!" Ron whispered frantically.
"But it's what you meant!"
"No, I thought you were having second thoughts!" Hermione sniffed a little, and her mother re-entered the corridor they were standing in.
"Well," she said stiffly, "Are you two coming?"
"Yes Mum," Hermione said softly.
The three walked briskly down the long corridors of the Granger's large house. In the living room, they met up with Hermione's father, who was sitting on the co reading his newspaper and sipping wine from a fancy crystal glass. At the sound of approaching footsteps, he methodically folded his newspaper and laid it on the end table, put down his goblet, and rose with an extended arm.
"Pleasure to see you again Ronald." Ron smiled.
"Nice to see you too Dr. Granger," he said with a firm handshake and a serious grin.
(A/N: from here on they will be known as mr. and mrs. or eric and mary cuz its just less confusing)
Mr. Granger's face broke into a wide grin when he released Ron's hand, and he turned to his daughter.
"You know what Mary? I like this one." He told her, then turned to Hermione and said, "He's a good guy. I know you always say that none of your friends are better than any others, just different, but I disagree. I like this one, Harry has a sissy handshake." Ron laughed loudly at that, and even Hermione giggled but her mother glared sternly at them all.
"That's very rude Eric. And Hermione, I'm ashamed that you're laughing at it." She shook her head and sighed. Ron stifled a chuckle, and Hermione elbowed him sharply in the ribs. "Damn it," he thought, "That bloody hurt. I can't wait till she starts putting on weight, maybe it'll soften out those pointy bones of hers."
The group of four proceeded into the dining room where they sat down in the hard wood chairs and Ron admired the silverware and fine china being used. He first felt in awe, then he felt unworthy. Thank goodness for Hermione's warm smile. He sat down carefully, and laid the napkin in his lap. Then, he just sat straight and waited for Hermione to tell him what to do.
"Mum, Daddy," Hermione said cautiously, "Ron and I have an announcement to make."
"Mmm hmm..." her mother said as she poured them each a glass of wine.
"We're getting married."
"That's nice sweety."
Hermione took a deep breath, attempting to calm herself, but Ron could see her eyes nearly twitching. Mr. Granger sat solemnly at the head of the table and looked as though he refused to say anything about it until wife did.
"MUM," she said loudly, "RON AND I ARE GETTING MARRIED."
"Okay." Mary said again, without truly hearing anything.
Hermione took a deep breath.
"AND... I'm pregnant." Mary's head shot up and her eyes were wide with horror.
"You're what?"
"I... I'm pregnant, and I'm engaged."
"When did all of this happen!?" She exclaimed.
"Well, I got pregnant approximately two months ago... right before Ron left on this dangerous, life-risking mission and all that jazz. He proposed right after he got back, coincidently it was the same day I told him I was carrying his child."
Ron gaped at her, how could she say that all so calmly? And how could she omit so many parts of the story? Somehow, she made it sound so much less... complicated, and it didn't seem so... bad.
"Well, I think it's fantastic." Said Eric seriously, "I like him, I want to be a grandfather, and you're getting married for more than just the fact that you're pregnant. Congratulations." Mary made a horrified face, but tried to smile as she told Hermione, "Yes. You're father's correct."
It was that fake, strained sort of happiness on her mother's face that killed Hermione. Luckily, the maid brought out a tray of food and everyone began to eat. Things went quietly for the rest of the evening and after dinner, Ron and Hermione apparated to Hermione's tidy little apartment where they collapsed onto the couch.
"All I can say," Hermione told Ron, "Is that I'm so glad we don't have to do that ever again."