Hermione's POV:

It was the first summer since the battle at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and it felt as if I were feeling the sun against my skin for the first time in my entire life.

Months had passed since the historical tragedy - and at the same time, historical accomplishment - that day had been, yet the entire wizarding world was still it a state of chaos - although truthfully less chaotic than things had previously been. I mean, not only had Hogwarts suffered utter devastation during the war, but also had the entire Ministry. The entire foundation of it had crumbled when Voldemort's forces murdered Rufus Scrimgeour and Voldemort's puppet, Pius Thickneese had taken control; how was our country supposed to defend itself when the entire Government had succumb to the dark Lord?

Eventually, those who had willingly shifted sides and aided in the downfall of the Ministry were sought out, sentenced to imprisonment and hundreds of witches and wizards regained jobs within the Ministry; under the order of the new Minister himself, Kingsley Shacklebolt, they begun to rebuild our poisoned community.

Thankfully, the rebuild of Hogwarts was already underway, the new Headmistress, Professor McGonagall, had seen to that.

Of course, Harry, Ronald and I had been pardoned of any laws that were broken during out travels to find the Horcruxes. Very few members of the Wizengamot had argued otherwise. I, being the rule abiding know it all I was, even sought out Mafalda Hopkirk, the woman whose identity I had stolen to sneak into the Ministry, and apologised profusely for what I had done to her. She had laughed about it and told me that she was thankful I had done it.

Since then, I had been living with the Weasley's. It had not even been a question to the family that I would be returning to the burrow with them, Harry too. Things had been quiet for a while, a kind of lingering numbness hung in the air between us all, thus was the result of Fred's death - Well, Fred and Tonks and Remus and Moody and Dobby and Lavender and Collin and Snape and...

You get the point. We lost many people, as one does in War.

It was as if the sun refused to shine, the world drained of colour, our soul felt numb, thus was the cold, agreed peace that came with the aftermath of War.

The pain we had all felt had been insufferable. There had been many nights where I would wake from nightmares of blood, death and magic, and I would cry. Only to discover that I was not alone, that cries could be heard through the walls and floorboards of the burrow. As I said, a lingering sadness that attached itself to us all.

"Are you sure about this, Hermione?" Ronald apprehensively questioned me from the hall. With a roll of my eyes, I exhaled my response.

"Of course, Ron, I fail to see what you're worrying for?" I stood in the bathroom getting ready.

"Fail to see―I'm meeting your parents!" He called as he ascended the stairs to his bedroom the floor above, the panic clear in his voice.

"You've met them before, Ron, several times!" I needed not worry about being too loud and disrupting the others, Ron's entire family was in Romania, visiting Charlie who had returned home the same night the battle had ended. They had not seen him in months and had decided on a trip - only Ron remained here with me. I tried to ignore the fact that later tonight, Ronald and I would be spending the night together in the burrow, alone...

I blushed, thankful he could not see.

"It's different this time; I'm meeting them at your boyfriend!" He called; I could hear him hurrying around above me.

Ron and I had not even realized it though at one point or another, our relationship had stopped being a secret. Everyone just knew all of a sudden as if they had known of it all along. No one commented when Ron slid his fingers between my own during a walk, or when he kissed my cheek as we said our goodnights, or when I stopped sleeping in the bed in Ginny's room and moved my belongings across the hall to his. Somehow, we were no longer hiding our feelings to spare those that had lost love; somehow, we were in it and stronger than ever.

Therefore, the time we both had been dreading had arrived. When Ron would meet my parents not as my friend, but as my boyfriend. We were both nervous, to say the least.

I had returned home only a few weeks after the battle had ended. I had returned home to my parents who had not known they had a daughter. It had been strange and scary, knocking on their door only hours after their return from Australia to tell them that my name was Hermione Granger and that I had something of great importance to speak with them about. Of course, being the kind people they are they invited me into their home- my home - and offered me a cuppa. Mum always made the best cups of tea. I had taken it gratefully and then asked them to keep an open mind as I explained how I was, as a matter of fact, their daughter.

My ordinary Muggle parents had started to argue when my tale included magic, witches, wars and how I had taken their memories to keep them safe. They had gotten quite scared then, demanding I leave their home before they called the police. I knew my parents and I had expected this reaction. Therefore, I stood up and took out my wand (One of the first things I had done after the battle was collect a new wand. It had taken Ollivander months to recover from the injuries he'd been subjected to under Voldemort's torture, yet he had returned limping to his shop to get to work on repairing the damaged wands and to make new ones from scratch. Ollivander had made my newly destined before I even showed up on his doorstep. The moment he opened the first box before me, the wand had chosen me: 12-inch holly wood with Kelpie Hair core. Pale wood, an ivory colour with simple swirls carved into the darker handle) and pointed it towards the fireplace.

"Incendio." The coals in the fireplace burst into flames, enlightening the room with a glow of embers. Then to counter act that, I lifted my wand and thought of my mother smiling, my father's laughter and a tear spilled down my cheek as I whispered. "Expecto Patronum!" An otter made of light and magic burst from the tip of my wand and danced around the room, clear, bright, and beautiful. Mum and clung to dad and the two of them stepped back towards the corner, to back away from my patronus as it continued to spin wildly with imagination. I smiled until I saw their faces before dropping my arm and the room plunged into that clam, cosy scene yet again.

"You see? I am a witch. That was your proof. I am a witch and I am your daughter. Please, allow me to return your memories?" I knew I could have done it either way, but I wanted to have explained everything to them before hand so it would be fresh in their minds. They had been hesitant but they saw my face, they saw the hurt beyond my features and the tears pooling in the corners of my dark eyes. Then my dad nodded and stepped forward, my mother by his side and they nodded. I'd returned their memories and they'd burst into tears, holding me close to them as we all collapsed to the carpet sobbing while laughing into one another's arms. I had never been so happy to hear my mother say my name. "Hermione."...

Later that same day, I had thanked the Weasley's for their loving hospitality but told them I needed to return to my home, to my parents and of course, they had understood. I had spent around a week explaining things in great detail to my parents, who tried to understand things with an open mind. They had been angry that I had stolen their memories from them but understood why I had done it.

I still remembered the day my parents discovered Ron and I were more than just friends. My father worried at first, but my mother was excited. So here we were, preparing for their first meeting and dinner.

I darted back over the large oval mirror, inspecting my appearance once last time. I supposed I looked decent enough. I had purchased a rather daring dress for someone of my fashion style- or lack there off. A tight, thigh length, strap-less off white dress with white embroidery out-lining the sides. I had slipped on a pair of beige, wedge heels to go with it. Not appropriate for the cold that still lingered despite the sun outdoors, but still.

I'd brushed my hair down one side of my shoulder a third time to ensure there were no left over knots; it was longer now than it had ever been. It was hard to find time to get a haircut when the end of the world was upon us.

"I'm ready." I said as Ron joined me in the hall. He looked handsome, his hair neatly trimmed, wearing a pair of jeans and a dark blue jumper with the sleeves rolled up. I walked forward and grinned.

"You have dirt on your nose, did you know?" I licked my thumb and rubbed it away. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me in for another kiss. His soft lips met mine and I melted into his arms. "Come along," I said when I finally pulled back. "It's time." Together, we held hands, and I apparated us out of the burrow and to my home.

They stood together in the entryway, waiting; dad with his arm around mum's waist, smiling at me as we entered.

My father, in his youth, had been a handsome man and although age had been kind to him, his brown hair had thinned and grey streaks begun to grow through. My brown eyes were a reflection of his own as was my love for books, academics and sophistication. He was a loving man, my dad; though I did believe, my compassion came from mum. All of her life she had been a caring, warm soul who often rocked me to sleep as a child who had nightmares, who would curl up behind a blanket with me drinking hot chocolate when a storm raged outside. Dad always told me I got my "looks" from his side of the family but it was clear every time he looked at me he saw my mother. The same chestnut hair, the full, crooked smile of white teeth, the laugh that I loathed but he seemed to listen to it like a lullaby.

Ron had met my parents before briefly. He had met them at Gringotts when we were younger when I had formally introduced him and his family; since then Ron had met my parents for only a matter of minutes. Nevertheless, he was right, I supposed, this was different. He was not meeting them 'Hermione's friend, Ron.' he was meeting them as, 'Hermione's boyfriend, Ron,' I could hear his heavy breathing behind me, his palms beginning to sweat. I gave him a reassuring squeeze before stepping aside so he could see them.

Mum smiled an honest smile, Dad had to force one on.

"Morning, Mum," I said hugging her. I could see dad looking at me over mums shoulder.

"Morning, Hermione." She pulled back then turned to Ron.

"Ron, you alright, love?" she asked as she pulled him into a hug. He looked a little taken back by it; I did not see why. When I first met Mrs. Weasley, she sat me down and made me a full breakfast!

"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Granger," She pulled back and then my dad stepped forward. "Mr. Granger." Ron said,

"Ron." My dad greeted him, holding out his hand. Ron hesitated but then took my dad's hand and shook it. He must have had a good handshake because my dad smiled and put his arm around Ron.

"Come inside, Son." He said and then they were gone. I smiled and folded my arms. Mum put a hand on my shoulder.

"He's lovely, Hermione, I don't see why you were so worried." I shook my head

"Neither do I."

Asher's Note:

This is the second chapter I have posted tonight. I felt guilt for my lack of updates, so I updated two chapters at once. I like this chapter better than the previous one, it is longer and I always have more fun writing from Hermione's POV. Let me know what you think of Ron first meeting Hermione's parents as her boyfriend and what do you think will happen in the next chapter? Just to let you know, there will be another three chapters before the end of this story!

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