A/N I don't own any of the characters you see before you, J.K Rowling does. I just like to play with them :D
As soon as I was out of Customs, I saw my parents. After spending three weeks with Viktor and his parents (neither of whom were Muggles), seeing them in their normal, Muggle, English clothing was a sight to behold. Dragging my luggage, I hurried over to them and gave them both a huge hug. Mum held me out at arms length.
"You've only been gone three weeks but I swear you've grown so much" she smiled, looking me over.
Oh Lord
"Mum, you sound like Nanna at Christmas" I said to her, glaring.
She just laughed it off.
"Yes, I spose I do"
We wandered around the labyrinthine Heathrow Airport. Suddenly I heard a familiar voice.
"Herm-own-ninny!" the voice called
My head whipped around, searching the area.
"Herm-own-ninny!" a second familiar voice joined in.
I was immediately suspicious. As a way of teasing, Ron and Harry had starting writing my name as Viktor's incorrect pronunciation of it in their owls.
Finally I caught a glimpse of them, or more correctly two blurs, one with bright red hair and the other dark brown, running at me from the direction we'd been walking away from. I was laughing, but I felt sorry for my parents, who were looking mightily confused. I managed to whisper "Harry and Ron" to them before I was literally crash-tackled. The effect of being fiercely hugged simultaneously by two 15-year-old boys sent us sprawling to the ground in a mass heap.
After we got up, I was still looking at them in amazement.
"Well, now that you've made fools of all three of us in public, do you want to tell me what you're doing here? Harry, you're meant to be coming to my place by Floo powder tonight! A d stop calling me Herm-own-ninny" I let out in a huge rush. As an afterthought, I added "Oh, yeah, Mum, Dad, this is Ron, and Harry, the boy who's staying with us".
Mum and Dad smiled politely and shook hands with them. With the formalities over, I looed back at the boys.
"Well?"
Ron grinned at Harry.
"Well, Dad had some things to do at Diagon Alley, so we asked him if we could go with him, but, you know, go through the Leaky Cauldron and into London-" Ron said.
"And when I said we could meet you here and I could go home with you," Harry said, casting a furtive glance at my parents, who nodded, "he said he didn't see why not"
Ron nodded, then added-
"But boy, do the Muggles like to make things difficult. We had to catch a train and a bus and all sorts to get here. They should all use broomsticks. Of course, then they wouldn't need an airport…"
Mum laughed at that.
"Well, we can drive you back to the Leaky Cauldron dear. Harry, where's your luggage?".
Harry pointed at the backpack he was wearing.
"That's it. I'm a light packer" he grinned.
Dad looked at my own suitcase.
"Well, hopefully you can show Hermione a few things during your stay" he laughed.
I winked at Harry
"Oh, I'm sure he will Daddy" I said coyly.
The look on Dad's face was priceless/
"Just joking Daddy, just joking" I assured him, patting him on the back.
Now my father seemed to understand this, but glancing at Ron, I wasn't sure he did.