"Oh, darling, I can't believe we only get to see our little girl for a little while," Mrs. Granger exclaimed as she drove to the station to pick Hermione up for the summer.

"Princess, we get her for most of the summer. She just wanted to go to the World Cup with her friends."

She used her hand to symbolically cast his comment aside with her hand, "I don't even know why she cares about this silly thing!"

He shrugged and crossed his arms, "Probably to see that little pervert boyfriend of hers."

"Oh shut up about that boy! He's done nothing wrong!"

"You shut up-"

"We're here!" She sighed.

They walked silently to the platform, both dealing with their separate sadnesses and problems.

"I'm sorry I called him a pervert, princess, I know he's one of Hermione's best friends and would never do something that would violate or hurt her," he said while they walked.

She sighed, "And they're still very young. I doubt either of them have touched anymore than each others backs on the other sex!"

He grumbled, "Doubt is the key word here..."

"What, darling?"

He stood up straight, "Uh-Uh nothing, princess. Look there's that Harry fellow, she must be coming soon. Oh there she is! With that horrendous cat still... And Ronald. Right next to her."

Mrs. Granger squeaked happily, "Oh, darling, maybe they did finally get together! I mean... Uh... Let's go see her!"

As they approached they saw Ron and Hermione saying goodbye to Harry as those ugly people were approaching quickly to take Harry away to their torture house. 'Poor bloke,' Mr. Granger thought to himself.

As soon as Harry was walked away, Mr. Granger began to move toward Hermione to be the next pick-up but was soon intercepted by Ronald's father asking him about the difference between a television and computer.

Mrs. Weasley was hugging all her children except for Ron while he talked to Hermione letting Mrs. Granger to be able to slip away the men's conversation and hide behind a pillar, spying on the friends' conversation.

"Her-her-hermione?"

"Yes, Ronald?"

He looked down at his feet, "I'm-I'm truly really sorry about being so bloody rude to your... Uh... Cat. And to... Uh... You."

Hermione jumped and put her arms tightly around his neck with her head nuzzled into the crook of his neck. Mrs. Granger saw his face turn extremely red, but within seconds a smile appeared on his face. Hermione said into his neck, "I'm sorry too. Crookshanks could've easily gotten Scabbers. And I'm sorry for all the other stupid quarrels we've had. I missed you during those times, Ron." Her voice began to trail off towards the end until Ron probably was deciding whether the last sentence she said even happened.

Ron smiled for a second but then his face turned into that of a quite panicked one. He immediately let go of Hermione and stepped behind his bags, covering his pants. She heard him whisper, "Oh bloody fell you wanker go away." Hermione stood there blushing as Mrs. Granger prayed to God her husband had not just seen that.

"Princess, is what I just saw real?"

She stared into the distance, not making eye contact with him, "Is what real?"

"That bloody boy our daughter fancies just got a boner from basically dry humping our daughter."

"Oh please it was a hug! You remember being a teenage boy don't you?"

"Shush! I can't here them!"

Mrs. Granger rolled her eyes but shut up because she was equally curious about this conversation.

Both of the children were still blushing.

"Uh... Sorry about that Hermione."

"No, Ronald it's fine. If anything I'm flattered, actually."

"Oh uh ok."

She laughed, "Oh I'm gonna miss you."

"Hermione can I ask you a question?"

"Oh can you at least pretend to try to do your summer homework by yourself, Ronald?"

"No, no bloody hell Hermione terms barely over. I was just wondering... Why is it so much easier for us to talk without Harry?"

She gave it a thought, "Probably because we each have such different friendships with Harry were always fighting for attention like squabbling siblings. When we're alone, it's our friendship alone."

"I like that answer. And I like our friendship. I'm glad we ended up being friends. Oh bloody hell, IM COMING MOM GIVE ME A BLOODY SECOND. I'm gonna get a earful for that one," he gave her his famous crooked grin.

"Well, see you later, Ronald."

"Yeah... Uh... See you. Oh yeah see you for the World Cup! It's going to be bloody brilliant!" He gave her that smile again and Mrs. Granger could've sworn she saw her daughter melt into a puddle.

Hermione scolded him, "Language, Ronald you've been horrible throughout this entire conversation!" Her face softened, "Write ok!"

He smirked, "Like I always do."

"Oh shut it you write a paragraph for every page I send you!" She smacked his arm.

"Well that's because you're bloody brilliant! I don't know as many words as you!"

"But- oh Ron you have to be going. You mother will be fuming."

She went in for a hug, but seeing the evidence of their previous hug she finished with a handshake instead.

They exchanged one more set of goodbyes and then Ron ran off to his angry mother.

"If that doesn't prove that he's a horny little prat I don't know what will."

Mrs. Granger put her arm around his back as Hermione approached, "Oh yes he's a horny little prat, but one day you will be calling that horny little prat 'son.'"