Chapter50
"What time will your fiancé be arriving?" Mrs. Granger asked.
"At around six, Mum," Hermione answered.
"What are we having for dinner tonight, dear?" Mr. Granger asked.
"Chicken Stir Fry, is that alright with everyone?" "Yum!"
"Yeah, I don't know if he's ever had stir fry."
"Really! It shall be interesting then."
"Or extremely hilarious, maybe you should make him eat with chopsticks."
"I thought you'd want him to make a good impression?"
"I was joking, Mum."
"Sirius, what should I bring to meet the Grangers?"
"I thought you already met Hermione's parents."
"I have, but not as her fiancé."
"Why don't you owl her?"
"That will take too long, wait we have a telephone."
"A telephone?"
"Yeah, Sirius, will you call Hermione, and ask what her parents like?"
"Why don't you do it? It's not like this is your wedding day, you are allowed to see and talk to Hermione."
"But her parents might recognize my voice."
"Fine, how do you use this thing?"
"I'll dial, you talk." -Ring-Ring- "Hello, Granger Residence," answered Mrs. Granger.
"Hello, is Hermione there?"
"Just a moment." Then muffled yelling, "Hermione phone."
Muffled yell, "Coming."
"Hello," Hermione said.
"Hi, Hermione."
"Oh, hey Sirius, what's up?"
"Your fiancé is driving me mad, what do your parents like? Harry wants to know what he should bring?"
"I don't know, what's he supposed to bring?"
"Wine, flowers or candy, I think, I'm not really sure, never been to meet a girls parents."
"Bring Flowers, we're too young to drink alcohol, and my parents are dentists."
"Thanks, Harry says he loves you."
"Well tell him I love him, too, bye Sirius."
"Bye, Hermione." -Click-
"Who was that, Hermione? Was that your fiancé?"
"Oh, no, his godfather, he was a teacher this last year."
"Why was he calling you?"
"Because his godson is nervous."
"Sirius, what did she say?"
"Flowers, your both too young for alcohol."
"Why don't I bring butterbeer, it's non-alcoholic, I'm such a dope, I'm going to run to the Three Broomsticks, buy a bottle."
"Of coarse, he thinks after I make the phone call, typical."
At six o'clock, Harry apparated to the Granger's, with a bottle of Butterbeer and a Bouquet of flowers, dressed in khakis and a white dress shirt. He rings the doorbell. Mrs. Granger answers the door.
"Harry, what a surprise!"
"Hello, Mrs. Granger, these are for you and Mr. Granger." Harry said handing her the flowers and Butterbeer. Hermione came into the entrance hall, "Harry!"
"Hi, Hermy."
"Shut up." She punched his arm, then kissed him.
"So, Harry, you are the mystery fiancé?" Mrs. Granger asked.
"Yes, I am, please don't kill me."
Mr. Granger came out, "Harry, how are you?" He shook Harry's hand.
"I'm well, Mr. Granger, and yourself?"
"I'm wonderful, but I might have to kill you, if you are who I think you are."
"I think I am, who you think I am."
"So, you're the mystery fiancé?"
"Yes, I am, I'm in love with your daughter."
"Dad, don't kill him, the other day, you were talking of how much you like him."
"Well, that was before I found out he was your fiancé, don't worry, I'm only kidding."
-After dinner-
"That was delicious, Mrs. Granger, I'd never had stir fry before, too healthy for the Dursley's."
"That's too bad, I'm glad you enjoyed it, Harry."
"Shall we have some of this? What is it?" Mr. Granger asked holding up the bottle Harry brought.
"It's Butterbeer, Dad," Hermione answered.
Little while later, "Wow, this Butterbeer, right?" Harry and Hermione nodded. "It's fantastic, warms you right up."
"Yeah, it's wonderful in the winter," Harry added.
"So, when did you start dating?" Mrs. Granger asked.
"Um.. Our first date, or when we started to date steadily?" Hermione asked.
"First, first," Mrs. Granger answered.
"Our first date was quite amusing.um. awkward."
"Why?" Mrs. Granger asked.
"Because, Ron and Lavender set it up, forced us to go on it, not knowing who the date was with, it was a blind date."
"In February of sixth year, valentines day, very awkward is correct," Harry added.
"Why was it amusing?" Mr. Granger asked.
"We sat in silence, for what? The first hour of it," Harry nodded in agreement. "After hellos, then we had some pointless conversations, about everything, including, why in the heck would they set us up on a date."
"So, you didn't start dating after that?" Mrs. Granger asked.
"No, we didn't, if we had you would have already known last summer, I'd assume."
"When did you start, to actually date?"
"Christmas," Harry answered.
"Your engaged after only six months of dating!"
"And seven years of friendship," Hermione added to her Dad's statement.
"You haven't even lived together yet, how do you know this is right?"
"Dad, we're not getting married tomorrow."
"Then when are you getting married?"
"We haven't decided yet, for obvious reasons," Harry answered.
"We're moving in together, we got an apartment," Hermione stated.
"How can you have an apartment, one, if you haven't even told us you were engaged yet, two, you don't have jobs, three, you just got home four days ago?"
"We got it yesterday, Dad."
"Oh, you still should have told us you were dating someone, but you don't have jobs."
"Where is your new apartment?" Mrs. Granger asked.
"Near the United's pitch, most of the other players live in the building also."
"United?"
"Our team, we both were drafted and signed with the Puddlemore United."
"Quidditich?"
"Yeah!"
"When are you moving in?"
"Tomorrow, we plan to start, pack up our stuff, then move it over, is the plan, and then on Saturday, we're going furniture shopping." Hermione answered.
"Do you need any help, money or anything?" Mr. Granger asked.
"No, I have enough for all that we need," Harry answered.
"Do you have any ideas, as to when you want to be married?" Mrs. Granger asked.
"I don't know, we've only been engaged, two weeks, we haven't really discussed it, yet," Harry answered.
"How about, maybe, next spring or summer?" Hermione asked Harry.
"It'd work for me," he responded.
"Wow, it's getting late, you might want to be going now, Harry," Mrs. Granger said.
"Thank you, for the wonderful evening, Mr. and Mrs. Granger."
"Your welcome, Harry, good night," they responded.
"Mum, Dad, I'm going to walk, Harry out," Hermione said.
"That's fine, dear." "Good night, Harry, see you tomorrow, I love you."
"I love you, too, can't wait to see you tomorrow, good night." And after a kiss and hug good night, he apparated home.
Woo hoo there's chapter 50, tell the parents. I probably won't be able to update for a few days, marching band everyday, parades on Friday. The next chapter should be packing, furniture shopping, apartment decorating, etc. thanks for the reviews. O yeah for the person who was wondering, the point of the chapter 49 was, what team do they play for, does hermione play or not. And malfoy joined the circus because I thought it'd be funny, can you just imagine malfoy shooting out of a cannon a changing into a ferret mid air?- ears91
"What time will your fiancé be arriving?" Mrs. Granger asked.
"At around six, Mum," Hermione answered.
"What are we having for dinner tonight, dear?" Mr. Granger asked.
"Chicken Stir Fry, is that alright with everyone?" "Yum!"
"Yeah, I don't know if he's ever had stir fry."
"Really! It shall be interesting then."
"Or extremely hilarious, maybe you should make him eat with chopsticks."
"I thought you'd want him to make a good impression?"
"I was joking, Mum."
"Sirius, what should I bring to meet the Grangers?"
"I thought you already met Hermione's parents."
"I have, but not as her fiancé."
"Why don't you owl her?"
"That will take too long, wait we have a telephone."
"A telephone?"
"Yeah, Sirius, will you call Hermione, and ask what her parents like?"
"Why don't you do it? It's not like this is your wedding day, you are allowed to see and talk to Hermione."
"But her parents might recognize my voice."
"Fine, how do you use this thing?"
"I'll dial, you talk." -Ring-Ring- "Hello, Granger Residence," answered Mrs. Granger.
"Hello, is Hermione there?"
"Just a moment." Then muffled yelling, "Hermione phone."
Muffled yell, "Coming."
"Hello," Hermione said.
"Hi, Hermione."
"Oh, hey Sirius, what's up?"
"Your fiancé is driving me mad, what do your parents like? Harry wants to know what he should bring?"
"I don't know, what's he supposed to bring?"
"Wine, flowers or candy, I think, I'm not really sure, never been to meet a girls parents."
"Bring Flowers, we're too young to drink alcohol, and my parents are dentists."
"Thanks, Harry says he loves you."
"Well tell him I love him, too, bye Sirius."
"Bye, Hermione." -Click-
"Who was that, Hermione? Was that your fiancé?"
"Oh, no, his godfather, he was a teacher this last year."
"Why was he calling you?"
"Because his godson is nervous."
"Sirius, what did she say?"
"Flowers, your both too young for alcohol."
"Why don't I bring butterbeer, it's non-alcoholic, I'm such a dope, I'm going to run to the Three Broomsticks, buy a bottle."
"Of coarse, he thinks after I make the phone call, typical."
At six o'clock, Harry apparated to the Granger's, with a bottle of Butterbeer and a Bouquet of flowers, dressed in khakis and a white dress shirt. He rings the doorbell. Mrs. Granger answers the door.
"Harry, what a surprise!"
"Hello, Mrs. Granger, these are for you and Mr. Granger." Harry said handing her the flowers and Butterbeer. Hermione came into the entrance hall, "Harry!"
"Hi, Hermy."
"Shut up." She punched his arm, then kissed him.
"So, Harry, you are the mystery fiancé?" Mrs. Granger asked.
"Yes, I am, please don't kill me."
Mr. Granger came out, "Harry, how are you?" He shook Harry's hand.
"I'm well, Mr. Granger, and yourself?"
"I'm wonderful, but I might have to kill you, if you are who I think you are."
"I think I am, who you think I am."
"So, you're the mystery fiancé?"
"Yes, I am, I'm in love with your daughter."
"Dad, don't kill him, the other day, you were talking of how much you like him."
"Well, that was before I found out he was your fiancé, don't worry, I'm only kidding."
-After dinner-
"That was delicious, Mrs. Granger, I'd never had stir fry before, too healthy for the Dursley's."
"That's too bad, I'm glad you enjoyed it, Harry."
"Shall we have some of this? What is it?" Mr. Granger asked holding up the bottle Harry brought.
"It's Butterbeer, Dad," Hermione answered.
Little while later, "Wow, this Butterbeer, right?" Harry and Hermione nodded. "It's fantastic, warms you right up."
"Yeah, it's wonderful in the winter," Harry added.
"So, when did you start dating?" Mrs. Granger asked.
"Um.. Our first date, or when we started to date steadily?" Hermione asked.
"First, first," Mrs. Granger answered.
"Our first date was quite amusing.um. awkward."
"Why?" Mrs. Granger asked.
"Because, Ron and Lavender set it up, forced us to go on it, not knowing who the date was with, it was a blind date."
"In February of sixth year, valentines day, very awkward is correct," Harry added.
"Why was it amusing?" Mr. Granger asked.
"We sat in silence, for what? The first hour of it," Harry nodded in agreement. "After hellos, then we had some pointless conversations, about everything, including, why in the heck would they set us up on a date."
"So, you didn't start dating after that?" Mrs. Granger asked.
"No, we didn't, if we had you would have already known last summer, I'd assume."
"When did you start, to actually date?"
"Christmas," Harry answered.
"Your engaged after only six months of dating!"
"And seven years of friendship," Hermione added to her Dad's statement.
"You haven't even lived together yet, how do you know this is right?"
"Dad, we're not getting married tomorrow."
"Then when are you getting married?"
"We haven't decided yet, for obvious reasons," Harry answered.
"We're moving in together, we got an apartment," Hermione stated.
"How can you have an apartment, one, if you haven't even told us you were engaged yet, two, you don't have jobs, three, you just got home four days ago?"
"We got it yesterday, Dad."
"Oh, you still should have told us you were dating someone, but you don't have jobs."
"Where is your new apartment?" Mrs. Granger asked.
"Near the United's pitch, most of the other players live in the building also."
"United?"
"Our team, we both were drafted and signed with the Puddlemore United."
"Quidditich?"
"Yeah!"
"When are you moving in?"
"Tomorrow, we plan to start, pack up our stuff, then move it over, is the plan, and then on Saturday, we're going furniture shopping." Hermione answered.
"Do you need any help, money or anything?" Mr. Granger asked.
"No, I have enough for all that we need," Harry answered.
"Do you have any ideas, as to when you want to be married?" Mrs. Granger asked.
"I don't know, we've only been engaged, two weeks, we haven't really discussed it, yet," Harry answered.
"How about, maybe, next spring or summer?" Hermione asked Harry.
"It'd work for me," he responded.
"Wow, it's getting late, you might want to be going now, Harry," Mrs. Granger said.
"Thank you, for the wonderful evening, Mr. and Mrs. Granger."
"Your welcome, Harry, good night," they responded.
"Mum, Dad, I'm going to walk, Harry out," Hermione said.
"That's fine, dear." "Good night, Harry, see you tomorrow, I love you."
"I love you, too, can't wait to see you tomorrow, good night." And after a kiss and hug good night, he apparated home.
Woo hoo there's chapter 50, tell the parents. I probably won't be able to update for a few days, marching band everyday, parades on Friday. The next chapter should be packing, furniture shopping, apartment decorating, etc. thanks for the reviews. O yeah for the person who was wondering, the point of the chapter 49 was, what team do they play for, does hermione play or not. And malfoy joined the circus because I thought it'd be funny, can you just imagine malfoy shooting out of a cannon a changing into a ferret mid air?- ears91