A/N:

Here's a small thing I thought up while brushing my teeth / getting ready for bed. Don't ask me how I come up with these things. Even I don't know…

Summary: An encounter with her boyfriend's father leaves Hermione jarred.

Words: 548

Prompts:

Ministry of Magic Discord Group: Hero Says

"Aha, you can't be serious."

"No You Are Not"

Hermione had expected that the first time she met her boyfriend's blood purist father, it would be weird and awkward with a lot of stilted conversation and hidden racist barbs (and possibly not so hidden racist barbs. She had expected him to pick at her flaws and undermine her confidence in herself and in her relationship, causing her to doubt herself, doubt them. Theo had even warned her on how best to grey rock with his father, to not give him emotional control over her.

What she hadn't expected was how adamant he would be about her heritage. He said everything so matter of factly that it left Hermione gaping like a fish and feeling so out of place.

"Is this the...muggleborn you've been talking about, Theodore?" Thoros had asked as soon as they had stepped into the parlour when they arrived. Theo had moved in with her at Grimmauld Place as soon as he could get away from the childhood home of his, and this would be the first time coming home since then.

"Yes father," Theo had replied at the same time Hermione had spoken up, already irritated at the introduction..

"Yes, I am. I am Hermione Granger." She held out her hand for him to take.

Thoros snorted in amusement as he stared into his rocks glass, the remaining dredges of his third glass of firewhisky swirling in its depths.

"No you're not," he said so matter-of-factly that it made Hermione bristle more than his snubbing of her hand. Withdrawing hers, she shot him a glare.

"Yes, I am!" she declared, and Thoros barked out a laugh before looking at her again.

"Not with that hair, you're not!" he declared. As Hermione sputtered, Theo wrapped his arms around her to try to keep her calm. Thoros continued. "That hair is all the Black family...your coloring is from the Fawleys and Shafiqs, and those buck teeth that young Theodore told me about that you had when you were younger are all Dagworth-Granger."

"Aha, you can't be serious," she exclaimed. The glare that Hermione shot Theo at the mention of her early life imperfections had him cowering before her eyes shot to Thoros, her face paling at what he said finally sank in, her thoughts racing as she tried to connect the dots.

"But, my parents are muggles..." she stammered out.

"Take a heritage potion or a lineage test from Gringotts, and then come and tell me to my face that you're not at least a half-blood. Makes me wonder now how many Mudbl-Muggleborn that are out there that are also just Halfbloods?" Thoros drained the remainder of his glass and set it down on the side table, the ice clinking loudly in the resulting silence.

"So, my dear, I hope our next meeting goes as swimmingly as this one. Milly!" he called out to the Nott house elf. The elf appeared before him and bowed. "We are ready for dinner." He stood, leaving to let his son gather up the pieces of his girlfriend now questioning her identity. Thoros grinned to himself on his way out, pleased with the ruckus he's caused. He couldn't care less whether she was a Mudblood or a Halfblood or a Pureblood. He just looked forward to being right.