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Hermione plucked out a yellow piece of spinach from the bowl in front of her and put it in the compost bin. She searched the bowl for any slimy pieces of spinach. She was in charge of making salad while her mother peeled and chopped carrots for a stew. Her father was peeling potatoes.
"Mum, Dad," Hermione started nervously. "Can I share something with you?"
They both looked up from the vegetables. "Of course you can," her Dad said.
"What's the matter, darling?" her Mum asked.
"I've started dating again."
Both her parents looked at her with raised eyebrows.
"Now don't you think it's rather soon, Hermione?" her Dad asked, unable to hide a hint of sternness in his voice.
"I've known her for years," Hermione said quietly.
"Her?" asked her Mom. She stopped chopping carrots.
"Ginny Weasley," Hermione said, throat suddenly parched.
Her Mom's eyes went wide. She put down her knife. Her father put down the peeler. They looked at each other for a long moment. Hermione fidgeted nervously. This felt almost as scary as performing the False Memory charm on her parents during the war.
"Well, we support you of course," said her Dad.
Hermione exhaled and swaying a little, sat on a nearby stool. She nodded.
"Thanks," she said weakly. She began tearing a piece of spinach into smaller pieces. "You don't care that Ginny is a girl?"
"We can't change who you love, Hermione. As long as she treats you right, we're happy for you," said her Mom.
Hermione wiped her damp palms on her shorts. "She's been very sweet to me."
Her Dad nodded in satisfaction. "Then we're with you, Hermione."
Hermione got up and brought her parents into a tight group hug.