Part Four – Home
At half past ten that evening, Hermione and Remus Apparated back to Hermione's flat in London. They'd made their excuses to leave just moments before, realising the time and knowing they both had an early start the next day.
"Wasn't too bad, was it?" Hermione asked, giving him a hug.
"No, no, not at all." He smiled. It really had gone well. All his imaginings of a raging father and an overprotective mother had been completely wrong. He hugged her tightly and kissed the top of her head.
"Good," she said, smiling. "Now, I'm going for a bath…" She kicked her shoes off and wandered in the direction of the bedroom.
Remus smiled as he watched her go. He was glad today had gone so well. After all, if he didn't get along with her parents, how could he go about asking for her hand in marriage? He sighed and supposed he'd start getting his things ready for tomorrow…
"You coming?" Hermione's voice broke his thoughts; he turned towards the bedroom door.
"Well? I need someone to wash my back," she said, her bare left leg coming round the doorframe, teasing him.
He didn't need to be told twice.
A/N: Up next is Part Five – Bath.