All Mr. Granger could see was Ron's hand.

Hermione and Ron had come to Australia to bring back the Grangers' memories that Hermione had taken away to protect them. He and Mrs. Granger were of course shocked and a little appalled, but at the same time could see her reasoning. Ron and Hermione were currently explaining what they had been doing in the last year.

But all Mr. Granger could see was Ron's hand.

It was on Hermione's knee. Rubbing it in circles like it knew exactly where to go to please her. And Mr. Granger did not approve for one second.

Yes he had come to terms with the fact that these two would be dating and such, but nothing prepared him for his girl to be in a relationship with anything more than kissing. These things should wait.

Of course the two of them had spent months in a bloody tent together. Yes Harry was there too, but the two had explained how one person would be on watch while the others stayed in the tent.

Still, that boy seemed to have more manners than to take a girls virginity quiet enough for their best friend not to hear. Not that Hermione should lose her virginity in anyway. At all. At least until marriage...

Marriage! Oh fuck it, Mr. Granger thought, what if they're already married? That would be why Ron asked for permission last year. Mr. Granger stared at Ron's hand some more. And then at Hermione's. He was looking for some ring line or proof that the two had married.

He felt a sharp sting on the back as Mrs. Granger slapped and scolded him and he tuned back into the conversation.

"And then I suggested that we go help the house elves and then..."

Hermione and Ron shared a look and blushed.

Hermione continued, "And... And then we... Um..."

"Had sex?" Mrs. Granger said in a bored tone.

Ron and Hermione turned beet red.

Hermione yelped, "No mum! We just kissed!"

Mr. Granger was still suspicious and he could see Ronald panicking. "Sir, ma'am, I would never take advantage of your daughter like that. It was an emotional time and it would've been wrong, on top of the fact that we're not ready. I hope you know that."

Mr. Granger relaxed a little, but then fixated his eyes on Ron's hand again. Finally getting the hint, Ron removed his hand and placed both on his own knees. His ears were bright red.

Mrs. Granger put her hand on Ron's, "Darling, we know you're a respectable young lad and would never do anything our daughter didn't approve of. But if you two have had sex, don't lie to us."

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Mum! We have not gone any... Well I mean much- farther than kissing! I'm in love with Ronald but I'm just not ready!"

Ron's head snapped to Hermione, his eyes sparkling in surprise and happiness, "You're- You're in love with me?"

She blushed, "Of course, Weasley! I've only been in love with one boy since I was fourteen years old. And that boy was- and is- you."

Mr. Granger felt like he was intruding a very private moment, but at the same time he was glad he was there, because this declaration would definitely lead to fooling around.

Ronald chuckled a little, "Dammit 'Mione! I thought girls were supposed to be the emotional ones! I've freaking been in love with you since I was thirteen. I love you, Hermione."

Mrs. Granger thought she might fall in love with Ron the way he was speaking, looking, and acting. She would not have put her money on it when he was a boy, but damn he fine.

Hermione was tearing up, "I love you too, Ron."

He gave her that crooked grin that Mrs. Granger knew made her daughter's knees weak, "Wicked."

Mr. Granger saw the desire in each of their eyes. Part of him felt bad for not letting them have their kiss, but the other had a strong urge to send Hermione to a nunnery and Ron to the other side of the planet. The side that comes out of pure love for his daughter said, "I'm going to go make some tea. Princess, will you come assist me?"

As he walked to the kitchen he could hear the sound of their bodies smashing together, but he would not turn back. His daughter was happy, and that's all that matters, right?

And this wasn't a bad kid...

"Granger? Fuck! Granger, snap out of it."

He then realized he had been staring at a tea bag for the past five minutes in contemplation. His wife was yelling over him, causing his face to gather a reddish hue as he finished making the tea. His not so subtle wife was spying on the couple through the door, which he honestly found to be disgusting.

"Why the hell are you watching the bloody children kiss woman?"

She smirked, "Actually I'm watching her give him a blow job. But whatever..."

He knew in his head that she was messing with him, but his heart sprinted into the living room to see the couple holding hands and kissing noses. He didn't know what to having just not so discreetly ran into the room, so like an idiot he just continued running to the bathroom to hide from the kids.

Mrs. Granger laughed extremely hard from the kitchen, ruining any type of moment possibly left for Ron and Hermione. She brought in the tea and once Mr. Granger had come back from "using the bathroom" they finished their story, but now holding each other's hands. Mrs. Granger thought it was sweet, and deep down so did Mr. Granger, though he wouldn't let it show.

Eventually they finished and then the night came, so Hermione said that they needed to return to their hotel. Mr. Granger felt his heart break when she said the word "our," because he knew there was no way in hell that they would be in separate beds.

Before they left, Ron shook Mr. and Mrs. Granger's hands, and Mr. Granger decided to escort them out. Hermione gave her dad one more hug, and then not so secretly grabbed Ron's bum before running to the car. As Ron began to leave he dropped his phone, and when he went to pick it up both condoms and a ring box fell out of his pocket. Mr. Granger didn't know which was worse.

Though he wanted to do a combination of stabbing Ron and throwing up, his love for his daughter turned a blind eye, went upstairs, and fell asleep.