Hermione dressed in jeans and a warm sweater as compared to the normal robes she wore at Hogwarts. She was meeting her parents at the train station, and knew that they weren't exactly comfortable with robes, even if she was starting to prefer them to muggle clothes.
She headed down the stairs, barely stopping to say hello to the boys sitting there. She was down the stairs and out the door in the courtyard before she stopped to breathe. She supposed there were advantages to running up and down the stairs all the time.
She paused, taking a deep breath, before heading to the gate. It wasn't a particularly long walk to Hogsmeade, but there was a reason that most of the students rode carriages on weekends they were allowed to go to the village. But she wasn't sure that there would be a carriage ready for her, and she wanted to walk.
She allowed her feet to carry her to the village. While there she practiced what she was going to say.
"Hi Mum. Dad. I asked you here to meet the man who I want to spend the rest of my life with. That won't work. They'll think I'm crazy. I missed you like crazy. And you're missing out on my life. By the way, you should meet my boyfriend."
She shook her head. Each idea sounded weirder than the last. She was sure that they would be supportive of her, the way that they had been her entire life. They wouldn't understand how she had come to be involved with Viktor, and she hoped that she could explain decently.
At the station, she hugged her parents. "It's so good to see you again."
"It's good to see you too," Mrs. Granger said.
"Was this always an option?" Mr. Granger asked.
Hermione found a smile forming on her face. "I go to boarding school dad. Most of the parents don't see their children during the school year. And I didn't even get to go to Hogsmeade until last year."
"I'm just glad that we get to see you now hone," Mrs. Granger said. "How are your classes?"
"Going decently. Professor Snape hasn't seen fit to throw me into detention yet this semester."
"Professor Snape," Mr. Granger mused.
"The potions teacher," Mrs. Granger whispered to her husband.
"That's the one. He really doesn't like Harry. Or Ron, but I'm sure that not liking Ron has more to do with his half efforts in his homework."
"Why don't you show us around honey," Mrs. Granger said. "I'm sure there's a lot to see."
Hermione lead her parents through the streets, explaining the shops and homes there. She told them who to avoid talking to, and who would be kind. She deliberately left out the fact that Honeyduke's was one of her favourite shops. She knew that their dentist sides would kick in, and she'd be in trouble.
When they got to the Three Broomsticks, Viktor was waiting in a booth with what looked like his parents. She gave him a look that obviously meant for him to wait just a moment longer. And had Madame Rosmerta send her parents bags up to their room.
"Come on," she said, "there's someone I want you to meet."
She led them over to the booth where the Krums were sitting and talking in Bulgarian. She cleared her throat to announce her presence, though she knew that Viktor was very aware of the fact that she was standing less than three feet away from him.
"Mr. and Mrs. Krum I presume," she said. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
"It's an honour to meet the girl who has managed to steal our Viktor's heart," Mrs. Krum said in perfect English. "He has mentioned you in every letter home."
Hermione smiled as a slight flush spread over Viktor's cheeks. She was glad to know that he felt that way.
"I would like you to meet my parents."
"I'm Helena Granger, and this is my husband John," Mrs. Granger introduced herself and her husband.
"Ivana Krum. And this is Dimitri."
"It's nice to meet you both," Mr. Granger said. "Hermione seemed rather eager when she told us what she was hoping we'd agree to. Although, I think she was more hoping that we would agree to let her spend the summer with you."
Hermione looked at her mother, a hopeful expression on her face. She desperately wanted to go, though she knew that her parents were very likely to be reluctant. They had barely seen her the last summer, and now she wanted to spend even more time away from them.
"Ve vould let Viktor visit you, but he has vork over the summer," Dimitri Krum said.
"Just how old are you Viktor?" Mr. Granger asked.
"I turn eighteen next veek," Viktor said.
"And what do you do?" Mrs. Granger added.
"Viktor's a seeker on a professional quidditch team," Hermione said. She took his hand under the table. "It's a sport. It's kind of like being a rugby player," she explained to her father.
"Ahh." He seemed appeased. Mr. Granger was a rather avid rugby player in his youth. He still enjoyed watching the sport, and seemed pleased that his daughter was dating an athlete.
"Of course, you two would be more than welcome to come with your daughter," Mrs. Krum said.
"Please mum? Dad?" Hermione said.
"Only if we get to come with you," Mrs. Granger said.
"I think I'd rather like to see one of these quidditch games," Mr. Granger said.
"I vill get you tickets," Viktor said.
"I think you would have done that even if he hadn't asked," Hermione teased her boyfriend.
"It vas best idea I could think of," he said.
All of their parents laughed at that. They could see that the two genuinely cared for each other and wanted the relationship to work out. Nothing they could do would stop that, so they might as well accept it.