Mr. and Mrs. Granger waited eagerly outside the barrier for their daughter. Despite getting letters they still missed Hermione dearly and were so excited to see her again.
"Princess, why are they not out yet!"
Mrs. Granger squeezed his shoulder encouragingly, "Oh darling, she's probably saying goodbye to her friends. It is going to be a very long time until she sees them again."
Mr. Granger pulled away and started pacing, "Why did she have to only become friends with boys. Weren't there two girls in her year in her... House I believe she called it?"
Mrs. Granger shook her head, "Darling, you read every letter I read. You know those girls were just not a good match for our Hermione," she walked over and pulled him into a hug, "It'll be all right. They're just friends, and she didn't mention having crushes on either of them. Perhaps they'll just be friends."
Mr. Granger was about to argue when Hermione ran through the barrier and jumped into a three person hug.
When they parted Hermione beamed at them, "Oh Mum and Dad I've never been more excited to see you!"
Mr. Granger saw Hermione give a small wave to a black haired boy with perhaps the ugliest people ever rushing him quietly out of the station. He supposed that was that Harry fellow. Good, he thought to himself, that seems as platonic as can be.
"B-b-bye Hermione!"
Mr. Granger turned around to see a ginger boy with beet red ears waving the most ridiculously enthusiastic wave towards his daughter. He turned to look at Hemione to see her also blushing and nervously playing with her hair. Almost instantly she composed herself and gave a courteous, "Goodbye Ronald. I'll look forward to seeing you next term," though there was still a hint of an enamored smile on her face.
The boy looked at her with this goofy grin that was making Mr. Granger's stomach queasy, "Um...yeah... See you Hermiome."
And with that the boy turned and started walking away with his big ginger family.
Mr. Granger looked down to see his daughter still looking at that family as they walked away. He looked up at his wife with a panicked expression. She looked back at him with a look that said, "Let me handle this."
Mrs. Granger crouched down to Hermione and said, "We're so happy you're back, darling. Why don't we go out to dinner and you can tell us about school. We learned a lot from your letters, but I bet there are more stories."
Mr. Granger glared at his wife. What sort of problem solving was that? He thought to himself. She quickly returned it and subsequently scared away his.
Hermione took only last longing glance at the big ginger family and then smiled up at her mother, "That sounds wonderful mum. I just have to use the loo real fast."
"Ok darling."
As soon as Hermione was out of listening range Mr. Granger exclaimed, "If they're not shagging now they'll be by next term. We cannot let our daughter be "friends" with that boy. Or any boy for that matter. She has no feelings for that other Harry fellow now, but as soon as we take away her red haired flirt she'll be all over him. And another-"
"You shut the bloody hell up right now Granger!" Mrs. Granger put her hands out to hold his and then softly said, "Please calm down, darling. We can't control who she's friends with, but anyways from her letters both of these boys seem like fine gentlemen. Though she wouldn't say who or why, I do believe she was being bullied at the beginning of term. Once these boys started coming into her stories she became happier. And yes, it does seem that Ronald has a special place in her heart and she in his, but they haven't figured it out yet and will not be shagging at least for a long time. Is that alright, darling?"
He looked at her sternly for a long time but eventually sighed with consent, "That's alright, princess. Thank you for calming me down," he lowered his face down to her's and planted a gentle kiss on her lips.
He smirked at her, "Still worried about her spending too much time with her head in her books? Of course, that little scrawny fellow didn't meet the son-in-law Prince Charming you were looking for did he?"
"You know what, I take it back, I hope he's already fucked her against the wall."
"What?" an approaching Hermione peeped.
"Nothing, princess, let's go to dinner."
"Ok!"