Ron and Hermione were in the Lair, snuggling against each other. Both were comfortable in their tasks, and in their relationship. Though there was something not done.
'Dear?' ron started with, 'are we going to see your parents and go as a couple, cos I think it would be a good idea.'
'why?'
'well its just that I'd like to get off on the right foot with your family rather than the wrong one.' Ron answered.
'Ok, when do you want to go?' she asked him.
'well why not tonight?'
she smiled at him, 'ok, but lets slip into something more appropriate.' Before thye went to change, Hermione penned a quick letter to her parents to let them know they were coming around today. Soon both ron and Hermione were ready, ron in baggy jeans and Hermione in a long loose skirt.
'ready?' he asked her.
'arnt I supposed to ask that of you?' she said, they smiled at each other and flamed at the same time.
They appeared just around the back of the house, next to the shed, they walked around to the back door and knocked.
The door opened and there stood a death eater.
Hermiones and rons wand instantly came to bear, the reducto curse formed in the mind of ron, whilst Hermione analysed the situation within a flash of an eye. She placed a hand on rons wand arm quickly and lowered her wand arm as well.
'Dad!' she yelled, 'we nearly killed you! What the hell do you think you're wearing?'
The apparent death eaters hand lifted up a plastic face mask to revel hermiones dad.
'Hello, we thought we'd test the costumes on you, since you have seen them for real. Are they life like enough then?' he greeted them as he wlked into the house.
'Dad! Are you barmy or something, in the recent months the death eaters have lost a lot of their forces. If those killers came here, you might be dead.' She was exasperated.
'ah but I have two of those killers here, if were talking about vigilantes, and what I'm doing is preparing for if the wards break to act like a death eater. That way give us time and a chance to walk away.' he said as he finaly lifted the robes over himself and revealed a suited man. He slumped down into the chair, next to his wife. Hermiones mum waved at both of them, ron waved back while Hermione was still berating her dad.
'Hello Mrs Granger, I'm Ron.' Ron introduced himself.
'I know dear and please call me mum, we get the papers and we can read between the lines, as it is, any one that puts a smile on our hermiones face is welcome.' Mrs Granger replied informally.
'Dad, for gods sake, least check out the window first, we could have been the ministry, then there would all sorts of questions.' Hermione ranted, her father raising placenting hands.
'We have hidden cameras, we saw you appear by the shed. Don't worry we have full coverage of the house.'
'Look, can I not persuade you to move out of the country for awhile? Please, they know me, I'm a target, so that means you're a target as well.' Hermione asked her father.
'No! We are not moving. Trust me, we can take care of our selves.' He gave Hermione a knowing look. 'You may not remember or understand, but we stay. Trust me.'
'Why? Whats so important here?' Hermione asked exasberatedly. Ron interceded in mr grangers favour.
'Hermione, don't argue, I think your dads made his mind up and if your like him, he isn't going to budge because he knows hes right.'
'But..' she tried, ron spun her around.
'Do you have the full information your dad has? Might he know something we don't, that makes him more sure of his stand?'
'well yes, but ron its my family and voldermort might come after them.' A tear forming in her eye.
'I know, we all have the same fear, and yes I know your parents are more vunerable, but we can do what we can do to help.' He said wiping the tear away and gently kissing her on the head, arms comforting her. Ron looked to mr granger, 'er hi mr granger, I'm ron, I think you can guess Hermione and me are dating.' Ron looked fearful, (sensible people would be).
Mr granger smiled, 'hi ron, don't worry, looks like your keeping her safe which is all I wanted for my girl, even if she does throw herself into some silly situations.'
Ron taking this as a good point to raise a question, 'well Mr granger there is something I'd like to ask you…' Mr granger interrupted him.
'don't get cocky yet son, you two have got a long life left to lead, theres no need to go get married just yet. What I mean to say is give it a few years. See how things go. If it is love then it will still be there in three years, five years, ten or a hundred, though I can guess by then your annoying the hell out of each other.' Something felt like it passed between ron and mr granger, be it understanding or mutual recognition. They both nodded their heads and the evening turned into a plesant night of drinking and Mrs granger embaressing Hermione by showing ron all the younger photos. As the night wore on both the senior grangers retired to their bedroom, leaving ron and Hermione watching telly. Ron was watching with fascination, 'you know, muggles are amassing, now I understand why dad is so interested in them.' Hrmione smiled and whispered into rons ear that turned ron a slight shade of red. 'Really?' he askes her.
Hermione nods her head in anticipation.
Ron kneels on the floor before Hermione and she spreads her legs, ron soon finds shes slipped her knickers off and her lips are waiting for rons tongue to release the tension.
Ron goes slowly, teasing Hermione, her hands ruffling his hair as she enjoys the feeling, his tongue circling her clitoris arousing it to heightened sensationsbfore he starts flicking it playfully. Hermione begins panting she moans aloud, 'I've always wanted someone to do this to me since I was twelve.' Rons eyebrows shot up, and Hermione continues her ranting, 'I always wanted it to be you Ronald. I promise to be a good wife, as long as you treat me like this once in a while. Ohhhh.'
The ohh was in response to ron stopped licking but stared sucking and licking, Hermione sarted to shudder then stopped. Smiling she pushed ron away. 'I will always treat you with love and respect Hermione.' Ron said.
'I know, just remember though, I like sex as much as you do.'
'try more, dear.' Ron said smiling and Hermione punched him playfully in the arm.
Later Hermione made the sofa bed up for ron and snuggled against him, 'I wish I could stay with you tonight butmum and dad would be furious.'
'I know, I love you lots babe.' He responded and so Hermione went upstairs to her own bedroom alone.
The next morning came and found the household in the kitchen eating ceral or porrage.
Mr granger asked the question, 'so whats this group of vigilantes the prophet talks about is set to do next do you recon?'
Ron and Hermione looked at each other, 'well we thought they had a plan, but along the way toomay tings have happened that they might have to re-evaluate their plan.' Hermione said.
'sensible people, have a goal, and have a flexible plan to accomidate for situations outside your control. As it is, it doesn't seem like many wizards are left in his ranks so next will be the other races surely.'
'That's a good point dad, in the last war, he supposedly had vampires and werewolves on his side, we know the latter to be true, but not the former.' Hermione said.
So chat continued and mrs granger tock the conversation to a more plesant area of what they would like to do after the war.
By lunch time Hermione and ron begged off saying they needed to see the others again and so they flamed away into the midday mist.
'They will be alright wont they?' Mrs granger asked her husband.
'Yes dear, there in good hands, especially if the royalty know, means I might get a call you realise.'
'I know, doesn't mean I like it.' She said threading an arm through his and holding him tight.