Mrs. Granger was putting on her makeup in the bathroom while Mr. Granger adjusted his tie in the mirror.

"Why isn't the other boy going again, princess?"

"Apparently Harry's guardians are horrendous. So it's just Ronald today."

"Now are you sure they're not dating?"

Mrs. Granger sighed as she applied her lipstick, "Of course not- she would've told me by now."

He took the lipstick out of her hand abruptly causing a smear to run across her face.

"Sorry, princess, I-"

She snatched the lipstick back back and exclaimed, "What the hell, Granger?"

He already had a wet cloth ready which she grabbed with equal anger.

"I'm sorry I just need you to look at me and tell me you have no doubts. I mean she's so excited for this little brunch thing we're taking him to him to."

She finished reapplying her lip stick and then put her hands on his shoulders and caressed his ears, "Darling, they are simply very good friends. Yes, maybe she's harboring a crush for him but also maybe not. They haven't seen each other all summer. Let it go for our baby's sake."

He leaned down and kissed her, "Why are you so much smarter than me?"

"Mmm... Why are you such a better kisser than me?"

"No I think you've got me beat there too."

"Well maybe I'll have to prove you wrong," she jumped up onto him with her legs around this back and starting fiercely snogging him.

The doorbell rang.

"Dammit Ronald!" Mr. Granger yelled.

Mrs. Granger jumped off of him and pecked him on the cheek one last time.

"Later, darling, later."

They ran downstairs to see Hermione one pace in front of them. Hermione's face lit up as Mr. Granger opened the door.

Before him stood a lanky ginger man wearing a worn out suit curiously looking around the room and a smaller lanky ginger boy wearing a suit that obviously didn't fit staring at Hermione in her Sunday dress and newly straightened hair. Mr. Granger shook the man's hand and introduced himself. Mr. Weasley then excused himself saying he'd love to talk more with a muggle man like himself, but he had to run off to the Ministry.

"Pleasure to meet you, sir!" pipped the boy with with his hand shaking in front of him.

Mr, Granger was taken aback but did not let his face show it. He shook the boy's hand firmly and greeted him back. Then Mrs. Granger guided everyone into the sitting room to talk before going off to brunch.

Ronald sat stiffly on the couch next to Hermione, "Thank you for inviting me to your summer brunch, Mr. and Mrs. Granger."

Mrs. Granger patted him on the knee, "Oh not a problem, dear. We always invite all our friends to this brunch and we thought why not invite Hermione's friends into this celebration. Now if anyone asks, you met at boarding school in Hog City, America. Got it?"

"Yes Professor McGo- I mean yes, Mrs. Granger. Oh bloody hell. I mean- um sorry."

Ron hung his head in shame and grew extremely red in the face. Hermione gave him a scowl. Mr. Granger smiled at this, knowing that his daughter was not being drawn into the foolish ways of teenage boy. His smile faded as Hermione let her scowl go into a slight grin.

Mrs. Granger just chucked, "Oh no matter. You're fine, Ronald. Everyone slips up from time to time. Darling, can you go make us some drinks? We have a half hour until we have to be there. Ronald darling what would you like?"

Ronald regained his composure, "Pumpkin juice please, ma'am, sir."

Mr. and Mrs. Granger shared a puzzled look, but out of the corner of his eye Mr. Granger saw Hermione whisper into his ear, "That's a wizard thing, Ronald. Just ask for lemonade, you'll like it."

Ron's face grew even redder, "This is a bloody disaster."

"Ronald, language. But anyway, I am enjoying myself. I once read that-"

Ron cut her off, "Sorry, lemonade please."

Mrs. Granger smiled and threw her hands in the air, "Well that's a splendid idea! Darling, how about you make a pitcher for all of us."

Mr. Granger walked off, "Yes, princess."

The three of them sat in an uncomfortable silence for a few minutes. Then Mrs. Granger stood up, "Well I'm going to go see how the lemonade's coming."

As soon as she left the room she heard the friends immediately start talking and laughing. She smiled at this.

"So, darling, how's the lemonade coming?"

He answered with a question, "That boy is fine. I just don't like where his eyes are looking and what his mouth is saying."

"Oh bloody hell, Granger! He's a teenager. I was fucking cussing all over the place by 10!"

"Ten! Isn't that a little-"

"The point is, darling, that he is trying his very best to restrict himself. And oh no he recognizes there's some beauty in her! It's not like he's been ogling her breasts all night! Grow the hell up!"

He sighed and looked at the children from the kitchen window. They were just talking, everything was fine. And then-

Mrs. Granger whispered, "What the fuck is he doing!"

Ron had reached over and hugged their daughter. He was not letting go. Then in a voice just loud enough for them to hear he said, "That's for not hugging you when you came back from the hospital. I was an embarrassed tool and I'm sorry."

She blushed causing him to blush too.

Mrs. Granger just looked at his angry face with her panicked one. They stared in the moment until almost at the same time they started laughing.

"What the fuck are WE doing, darling?"

He hugged her, "I think we're overanalyzing our daughter's nonexistent love life."

"I think so too."

"Wait what did he say about a hospital-"

"Shhhh... Let it go. She's fine now and they'll know we were listening."

"Fine but if anyone says the word hospital one more time-"

"Ok, darling."

When they got back from the brunch Mr. Weasely was already waiting with one of the ministry's cars. Everyone parted after a twenty minute conversation about lawn animals between the Grangers and Mr. Weasley. During that time Hermione and Ron talked about all sorts of things, but eventually the time came to part.

"Well, bye Ronald."

"Bye Hermione."

She went in for another hug leaving Ron's ears bright red.

"One more thing- Don't tell Harry about the suit!"

"Of course not!"

"Or the hug- or how about we just don't tell him about any of this."

Hermione looked a little dismayed at this but still agreed.

He gave her a crooked grin and Mrs. Granger saw her daughter's knees buckle, "Thanks Hermione."

As the Weasleys left the Grangers walked inside. Hermione went inside her room to do homework and the Grangers went upstairs to their bedroom. As soon as the door slammed Mrs. Granger smirked and went, "Now where were we?"