Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Spells, Charms, and... Babies? Oh My! ❯ Meet the Parents: HP Style ( Chapter 5 )

Spells, Charms, and Babies? Oh My!

 

Chapter 5

 

(Disclaimer: I am not affiliated in any way with Warner Bros. pictures or J.K. Rowling. I do not own anything except the idea and the womberry bush. I am such a dork for not remember the disclaimer until now. Hah.)

 

Hermione sighed as she brushed out her hair. She put on her nightgown and went about the tasks of getting ready for bed. Carefully, she watched as the bed curtains around her closed and the sounds of snores reached her ears. Then, as quiet as a mouse, she left the girls dormitory and snuck her way to Harry and Ron's chambers.

 

She found the two already waiting for her. Seamus and Dean were already fast asleep. Their secrets would be safe to share. Without a word, Hermione took her seat beside Ron, on his bed. Ron wrapped his arms around her tightly. Harry rolled his eyes with half a grin. Hermione gave a quiet yawn.

 

“Tired?” Ron murmured.

 

Hermione nodded, “A little.”

 

Gently, Ron moved her until she lay against his chest. He kissed the top of her head and offered a rude gesture to Harry's `whipped' noises. Hermione, obviously tired, just gave the two a muttered `shut the hell up'.

 

Harry chuckled, “So, what is the plan?”

 

“I don't know,” Ron murmured. “What do you think, love?”

 

Hermione yawned and snuggled deeper into Ron's warmth, “I've thought on this a great deal in the past hour.”

 

“Yeah,” Harry prompted, “we get that Hermione.”

 

“Harry, shut up. Go on, love,” Ron said after walloping Harry with a pillow.

 

Hermione shook her head and smiled, “Well, we have three weeks until the holidays. I suggest that we write to our parents and offer to let them stay here, at Hogwarts, for Christmas. We will have to ask Professor McGonagall for permission of course. Then, I figure, we can tell them all together.”

 

“What about your parents being muggles? Will they be able to come into the castle? What if McGonagall doesn't give you permission?” Harry fired, always the devil advocate.

 

“Oh, crap,” Hermione groused, “I didn't think about that.”

 

She sighed, “Then… I don't know. Why don't you think of something?”

 

Ron chuckled and kissed her lightly, “How about we write to your parents and offer to let them celebrate Christmas day at the Burrow?”

 

 

“That makes more sense,” Hermione agreed, “but will there be enough room?”

 

“Of course,” Ron scoffed, “Percy has moved out. Fred and George stay in Diagon Alley. The only people taking up room is Mum, Dad, Ginny, Harry, you, and me.”

 

“Oh, am I invited then?” Harry teased.

 

Hermione threw a pillow at him, “Of course you are, Harry. Now be quiet or productive.”

 

“Fine, fine,” Harry smiled, “If only for you. The things I do for my best friend. Not to mention the hormones.”

 

“Alright then,” Ron interrupted, “tomorrow I will write to Mum. You will write to your parents, love. Harry, you can help pack.”

 

Harry snorted, “I'm sure Dobby would be extremely offended that I help pack in anyway.”

 

Hermione smiled softly at her two best friends, “Goodnight, Harry.”

 

Harry made gagging noises as Hermione quietly sat up to draw the bed curtains. She smiled as she sat on the middle of her fiancée's bed. Ron laid back, his hands laced behind his head. Hermione chuckled and moved to sit over him.

 

“When did you become so calm and smart?” she murmured.

 

Ron lifted his head and sat up until he was merely an inch away. He brushed her hair behind an ear and cupped a cheek in his hand. Hermione closed her eyes as Ron leaned in to kiss her softly. She sighed as Ron moved to lay her back against the mattress. His kiss deepened momentarily before he backed away to speak… and breathe.

 

“I've been hanging around you so long, it was bound to rub off,” Ron teased huskily. “Besides, this could just be one of those moments I should be allowed to have. You have to let me be the man sometimes.”

 

Hermione laughed, “I love you. You are all the man I need. It doesn't matter how smart or dumb you are.”

 

“I love you. Now come on, sleep,” Ron smiled, “we are definitely going to need it… Hermione! Quit it. That's how you ended up pregnant. You need to sleep.

 

“You need it more than me,” Hermione grinned mischievously as she obediently snuggled into his side.

 

“What do you mean?” Ron murmured, smoothing her hair back.

 

“Oh, you'll see when you meet my father.”

 

*******

 

(Three weeks later…)

 

“Are you sure your mother is alright with having my parents for Christmas?” Hermione asked for the tenth time that day.

 

Harry started to laugh as Ron let out an exasperated sigh. Ron took Hermione's hand in both of his. Lightly, he brought them to his lips. He smiled at her and earned a small smile back.

 

“I know you are nervous, sweetheart… Shut up, Harry. Relax, Hermione. Mum is curious but she is happy to host your parents for Christmas. Everything will be fine.”

 

“Should I leave my ring off? I know my father will have a coronary, even if he doesn't see the ring. You don't know my father Ron.”

 

“Ssh,” Ron smiled, “it will be fine.”

 

Harry chuckled, “Don't forget, I'm here for you Hermione. If Ron does get murdered by you father, I'll help you take care of the baby. Ow! I was just kidding Ron. Jeez, you both need to relax and enjoy yourselves.”

 

Ron nodded, “We have three days until Christmas. We can plan how to say what we need to. We can even start on planning the wedding. Whatever makes you happy, I will do it.”

 

Hermione smiled, “I thought we could get married at the Burrow. It doesn't have to be a big and spectacular wedding. I want something simple.”

 

Ron smiled, “That sounds great, love.”

 

“Were you both always this sickly sweet?” Harry teased.

 

“Of course,” Ron teased back, “it makes up for your constant BS.”

 

“Ron, leave him alone,” Ginny started as she entered the car.

 

“Why? He started it,” Ron argued as Hermione rested against him, “just because I show the woman I love appreciation, doesn't mean I'm any less of a man.”

 

“Of course not,” Harry answered, “it just means you are in tune with your abnormally strong feminine side.”

 

“If I didn't know you were kidding, I would completely force you to eat slugs.”

 

“Are you sure? Maybe you should aim the jinx at yourself. That way it will backfire in the right direction.”

 

Ron blushed a deep crimson as Harry, Ginny, and Hermione laughed. Ron gave Harry a light punch to the side. This caused Harry's laughter to increase and Harry couldn't truly stop laughing until the train pulled into the platform at nine and three quarters.

 

“Will you shut up?” Ron glared.

 

“I'm sorry… it's just that… your face… it's still… still red,” Harry chortled.

 

“Yeah, well I think he looks adorable,” Hermione glared, “a lot more adorable that when you fell into Buckbeak's droppings last winter.”

 

It was Harry's turn to blush, while Ron laughed hard. The trio, plus Ginny, was still laughing until they heard the familiar voice of Mrs. Weasley. They watched as the always energetic woman bustled towards them.

 

“Oh, Ron! Harry! Ginny! Hermione! Over here!”

 

The four quickly joined the matron of the Weasley household. All of them were swept up into a fierce hug.

 

“How are you, dears?” she asked.

 

“Great Mum! Ron and Hermione… Ow! What was that for Ronald Weasley?” Ginny glared.

 

“Shut up, Ginny… We just want to relax for the holidays.”

 

Mrs. Weasley glared at Ron, “You leave your sister alone, Ronald.”

 

“Yes Mum,” Ron muttered darkly.

 

“Oh, Hermione,” Mrs. Weasley continued, “I wrote to your parents and offered to let them stay until Christmas. I thought that would give you a nice long visit with them. They seemed very eager to see you again, dear. Your mother seemed like a very nice woman and I am sure that Mr. Weasley is getting along famously with your father. He will have so many questions for Mr. Granger.”

 

“Uh…my parents? They are at the… the Burrow?” Hermione stuttered.

 

“Of course, dear. They arrived this morning. They didn't know where to pick you up from, so they elected to stay at the house. They hoped you wouldn't mind.”

 

“Of…course not.”

 

“Ron,” Hermione whispered, “what are we going to do? I…”

 

“Ssh, relax. It will be fine.”

 

“You don't know my father,” Hermione murmured.

 

Ron squeezed her hand, “I think I can handle meeting your father.”

“I hope you're right.”

 

*******

 

“Mum and Dad!” Hermione exclaimed, nervously embracing her muggle parents.

 

“Hermione, darling! Oh, we were so pleased to get an opportunity to meet your friends. Weren't we, Robert?” Mrs. Granger fussed.

 

“Helen, let our little pancake breath,” Mr. Granger smiled.

 

Harry nudged Ron, “Doesn't he look like that bloke from `Meet the Parents'?”

 

“You're right,” Ginny quipped and then giggled, “maybe he even has the same job as in the movie… a secret agent.”

 

Ron gulped, “Surely, it is just a coincidence of looks.”

 

“You look like you're going to hurl,” Harry chuckled.

 

Ron did indeed look a little green. However, the moment of truth cam as Hermione introduced him to the Grangers (after introducing Harry and Ginny). Ron, never being one for words, said the first intelligible thought in his head.

 

“Mr. and Mrs. Granger, I'd like to ask your permission to marry your daughter.”

 

To this day, the inhabitants of the Burrow swear that even the ghoul became silent. Within a matter of seconds, three things happened. First, Hermione smacked Ron upside the head. Second, Mrs. Granger and Mrs. Weasley squealed with absurd motherly delight. Finally, Mr. Granger's face melted into a mask of putrid skepticism and suspicion. Hermione quickly tried to salvage the situation.

 

“Daddy,” she murmured softly, “Daddy, please calm down. Ron and I need to discuss something with everyone. Mrs. Weasley, would you call everyone to the kitchen?”

 

In moments, the Weasley kitchen was filled by Mr. and Mrs. Granger, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Fred and George (who had decided to visit early), Ginny, Harry, Ron, and Hermione. The star couple sat beside on another facing the curious crowd before them.

 

“Hermione and I have decided to get married,” Ron stated quickly, “I assure you, Mr. Granger, this was not a spontaneous decision. I had been planning to ask her for some time.”

 

Mr. Granger glowered, “Do you love my daughter?”

 

Ron looked at Hermione, squeezed her hand, before looking Mr. Granger straight in the eyes.

 

“Yes sir, I love Hermione with all that I am.”

 

The glower dissipated, somewhat. Still, the paternal glare remained. Mr. Granger crossed his arms and lifted a brow. Hermione squeezed Ron's hand almost painfully. Ron kissed the back of the ring adorned hand in response.

 

“What else do you have to say?” Hermione's father interrupted.

 

Hermione bit her lip and looked at Ron. Ron nodded lightly and moved to wrap and arm around her. The young couple presented a united front to both sets of parents.

 

“Daddy,” Hermione whispered, “I'm pregnant.”

 

A gasp from six of the ten people filled the room. Then, there was another moment of technical difficulties in this production's sound department. Silence echoed through the Burrow's halls.

 

(To Be Continued…)

 

 

A/N: And there we have it ladies and gentleman! They have told the parents. Still what is there to expect from the Robert DeNiro look-a-like, Mr. Granger? Who knows??? Well…I do of course, but you will have to wait until next time. Oh well, thanks to my reviewers: Mione-Girl.x, shanelover89, Ron Lover6789, connieewing, Ginny PoshSpice, sarah-keyko, fliengdolphine. I am so glad that you enjoy the story. Until next time, please keep reading and reviewing…

May your lives be blessed.

 

Kittenprophetess

Next Time: “Silent Night in the Burrow”