"Princess, have you seen Hermione this morning?"

"Yes, darling I brought her breakfast earlier. She's been reading those magical text books for weeks now. I don't know how she hasn't gone insane yet!"

Mr. Granger peered at her sitting glumly over his newspaper, "Its good for her, princess. She needs to start studying now if she wants to get ahead. There's no point wasting valuable time in this signifigant turning point in her education. Many of the students there have been introduced to this environment since they were born. It is unfortunate we were not able to give her the same opportunities."

Mrs. Granger sat on the couch next to her with a large sigh, "I don't know I-I just feel like she's missing out on her childhood. I love that she loves reading. Don't get me wrong, darling- I started this passion and it's wonderful. But friends, playing, boys- I mean she just sits in her room all day. I feel like when the right boy does come she's just going to let him pass her by."

"Mum-Dad..."

Mr. and Mrs. Granger both snapped their heads to see their daughter standing in the doorframe.

"Darling-"

"Princess-" they said simultaneously.

"Please, don't worry either or you. I'll be fine. I've almost entirely memorized every textbook, dad, and mum, don't worry. I'll keep my eyes open for my prince. He won't be hard to find, what with his golden blonde hair and giant muscles and handsome strong face. Now I need to go back to page 104 of The Standard Book of Spells Level 1."

Hermione skipped off to her dark cave of a room, leaving Mrs. Granger with a panicked countenance and Mr. Granger with a smirk.

"What's so funny?"

Mr. Granger smacked his newspaper on the table with a chuckle, "Well, princess, your little stories have given her the most unreal expectations of men. She doesn't realize that most women end up marrying lousy blokes like me. Our daughter is going to turn down her first fifty suitors with Prince Abs Charming and I don't have to worry about her having sex until she's at least thirty. And at that point my mind will start to fail so it won't matter anyway. Thanks, sweetums!"

He kissed her on the head and began to walk outside.

"Now where on earth are you going!" Mrs. Granger stood up still fuming about his rant.

"To play tennis. I swear I'll beat Sophie this time!"

Then she walked over to him reassuredly, cupped his face with both hands, and planted a sweet kiss on his lips. Then in the softest voice she said, "Oh, no chance in hell you unromantic bastard."

She then swiftly walked away toward Hermione's room. After a few seconds of shock she heard the front door close.

Quietly, Mrs. Granger approached Hermione's door and assembled her hand into a fist to knock. Then she heard Hermione talking on the home phone. She ran to pick up the phone in the living room. Hermione was talking to her cousin Margaret.

"Well of course I'm nervous it's a new school a new life! But I'm so excited. I mean all the mag-azines."

"Magazines?"

"Um yeah in Hog City-where I guess I'm going to boarding school- they have a lot more magazines."

"Oh ok. So they have cute boys?"

"Well there was one boy I saw at Diag- Hall where they had orientation."

"Did he look like Prince Charming?"

"No... Not at all really."

"Oh."

"But I don't know he just made my heart thump faster and my knees get shakey."

"Wow Mione that almost sounds better than Prince Charming. Almost."

"Yeah it was."

Mrs. Granger set down the phone with a giant grin on her face. Her girl would be alright. She wasn't so sure about her husband though.