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Meet the Parents	By : bigtrw Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 22828 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Meet the Parents

"NO"�ABSOLUTELY NOT!!!"�

mal>Harry Potter glared at his Uncle Vernon with disdain. He'd just asked if it was all right if he
went to Hermione's for the summer, and the pudgy, older man had immediately
exploded.

"Listen, Uncle Vernon, I said that I was invited to a
friend's house for the summer, and that's where I plan on going. You won't have to worry about me at all!"�

"I said no! I will
not let you go traipsing about the country with your strange friends. You get into enough trouble as it is; I
won't allow you to go anywhere."�

At that moment, the doorbell rang, and Harry grinned
inwardly. He'd planned this out very
carefully. He'd even stashed his trunk
near the door, and he'd let Hedwig out the night before.

"Well then, why don't you tell them right now? That's them at the door."� Uncle Vernon's
face contorted in anger, and he growled under his breath.

Meanwhile, Harry's Aunt Petunia had gone to answer the
door. Upon opening it, she saw a young
woman with long brown hair and soft brown eyes. She was dressed in a pair of faded blue jeans and a red
sweatshirt.

"Hello ma'am, my name is Hermione Granger."� To Aunt Petunia,
she looked exceptionally "�normal'.

"My"�such politeness"�what can I do for you?"�

"I'm looking for Harry Potter."�

Aunt Petunia's smile faded instantly, and a look of disgust
appeared on her face. Hermione suddenly
felt very small.

"What do want to see him for?"�

"She's here to pick me up!"� a voice said behind her. Hermione's smile returned when she saw Harry
appear behind his aunt.

"Hi Harry."�

"Hi, just give me a minute, my stuff's right here."� Reaching
into the hall closet, he drew out his trunk and heaved it up into his arms.

"Okay, let's go!"� Harry's aunt was speechless, and she
looked frozen in place so he gently nudged her aside and headed out.

As he walked down the entrance path, Harry saw a van waiting
for them out in the street, and a man who he assumed was Mr. Granger was at the
wheel.

"Hold it, boy!"� a voice thundered. It was Uncle Vernon, and he charged after Harry.

Both of teenagers stopped in their tracks, and Harry put his
trunk down with a loud thud. He could
tell that his uncle was ready to pop, but he didn't care. Hermione looked orvourvously as the elder
man grabbed Harry's shoulder firmly.

"I said that you won't be going anywhere!"�

Harry gave an apologetic look towards Hermione then grabbed
hold of his uncle's hand. Using
strength born of many years of quidditch practice and hard magical training,
Harry forcibly removed the man's hand from his shoulder.

"Would you be so kind as to not do that again?"� he growled
and turned towards his uncle. By now,
Aunt Petunia had followed after her husband, and even Dudley had come to the
door to hear what the ruckus was about.

Uncle Vernon, for the most part, was completely surprised
that Harry had been able to overcome his grip.

"Let me explain this one more time"�Hermione and her family
were gracious enough to invite me for the summer, and I accepted. You don't want me around here, and I don't
care to be here so it fixes both our problems."�

"Absolutely not, you will not go gallivanting off with some
whore that you met at that disgusting school!"�

Hermione was furious!
Harry had told her how bad his aunt and uncle were, but she was not
going to stand by and be insulted like that.
However, someone beat her to the punch.

"Don't you ever call Hermione a whore again, Uncle Vernon!"�

Harry's eyes locked onto the obese man, and a fire ignited
inside them. His power roared to the
surface and stood simmering just underneath his angry exterior. Hermione could feel the magic coming off of
Harry, but to a muggle, he merely looked extremely pissed.

"What is this?"�

Uncle Vernon backed away in horror, and Harry stalked him
back to the house. Aunt Petunia's
bottom lip was quivering, and she clutched at her husband once he was close
enough. Harry continued to advance and
stopped just short of the overhang on the porch.

"I'm leaving now, and that's it! And if you ever call Hermione a whore or anything else, so help
me, I'll make you wish you never met me!"�

The fire in Harry's eyes blazed, and it looked ready to leap
out of his body and scorch his demeaning relatives. The Dursleys scurried back inside their house like a pack of
scared rats and slammed the door.

"�That takes care of that!' Harry said to himself and turned
back around. Hermione just stood there
staring at him.

"What is it?"� he asked with a soft smile.

"You looked ready to blow the whole house up!"�

"Nah, as much as they despise me, I'd never do something
like that."� The smile returned to Hermione's face once again.

"Well, come on, you can meet my dad!"�

Hermione gave him a hand, and the two of them picked up
Harry's trunk.

Upon approaching the van, Mr. Granger exited the vehicle and
walked around to open the rear door for them.
After Harry set it inside, he turned towards the older man. He looked to be in his late thirties early
forties, had sandy blond hair, and hazel eyes.

"Ah, so you're the young man I've heard so much about "� from
Hermione that is."� His daughter beamed with pride, and Harry blushed slightly.

"How do you do, sir, I'm Harry Potter?"� and he extended his
hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you."� Harry swore that he saw a hint of
nervousness flash in the man's eyes.

"I'm John Granger, it's a pleasure to meet you too, Harry,
Hermione's told us quite a lot about you."� The young man's head lowered
slightly.

"Um"�Mr. Granger, I apologize for what you just saw; my uncle
should never have called Hermione something so degrading."�

"Relax Harry, I saw how you defended her, and I thank you
for that. Well, I suggest we get
going."�

"Come on, you can ride in the back with me,"� Hermione
chirped and led him around to the side door.

She hopped into the first row of seats, and Harry sat beside
her as he slid the door shut. Hermione
reached down and took his hand, and he felt all the tension draining out of his
body. Her eyes took hold of him, and her
gaze made his heartbeat accelerate rapidly.

"�Gosh, has it only been a few days? It feels like it's been a year!' Harry
thought silently.

Mr. Granger turned on the engine, and they pulled away from
the Dursleys' home.

"Excuse me, but could we stop for a moment, please?"� Harry
asked about two blocks down the street.

"Sure, is something wrong?"� Mr. Granger asked.

"Did you forget something?"� Hermione added.

"Sort of"�I'll just be a minute."�

Harry climbed out of the van and looked towards a clump of
trees that resided near the Dursleys' house.
He whistled softly and waited. Out
of the grove sprung a snowy, white owl, and Hermione immediately recognized
her.

"It's Hedwig!"�

"Who's that?"� her father inquired.

"That's Harry's pet owl; I was wondering why he wasn't
carrying her with him."�

Hedwig landed on Harry's arm, and he brushed her white
feathers tenderly.

"All right, girl, I'm leaving now. Think you can follow us?"� His owl screeched loudly and bobbed her
head.

"Okay, off you go!"� Harry raised his arm, and Hedwig flapped
her wings. The snowy owl lifted off,
and she swooped around the neighborhood, keeping a watchful eye.

"Thank you."�

Harry climbed back in, and Hermione chuckled.

"I wondered why she wasn't with you."�

"I let her loose last night, and she was waiting for me to
call her."�

"Will she really be able to follow us?"� Mr. Granger asked in
slight amazement.

"Oh absolutely, that's the smartest owl I know!"� Hermione
answered. Harry just grinned. Mr. Granger turned his attention back to the
road, and the trio headed off.

Four hours later, Harry watched, as they pulled up in front
of a beautiful, two-story home. It had
black shingles on the roof, white siding that looked freshly painted, and a
beautiful garden flanking both sides of the entryway.

"Wow, your house is incredible, Hermione!"� His girlfriend squeezed
his hand.

Mr. Granger drove the van up the half-rotary like driveway
and parked near the front door.

"Well, here we are.
Hermione, why don't you take Harry inside; I'll grab his trunk."�

"Are you sure, sir?
Usually, it takes two people to carry that thing!"� Harry objected.

"Don't worry, I'll manage."�

Hermione climbed over Harry and jumped out the door.

"C'mon you! I want
you to meet my mom!"�

Harry grinned inwardly; he'd never seen Hermione like this
before. She looked like she was
floating on air "� and not levitating.
He beamed at the thought of being responsible for making her look so
radiant.

Hermione grabbed him by the hand and practically dragged him
towards the door.

"Hold on, I'm coming!"� he laughed.

"Mom, we're here!"� Hermione called after she'd let them in.

Harry took a quick look around and found that he liked the
interior of the house. From his vantage
point, he could see a living room to the left and a dining room beyond
that. The kitchen was straight ahead
from the front door, and Harry saw what he guessed was a den to the right of
the front door.

"Ah, so you must be Harry!"�

Turning his head, the young wizard saw a woman in her late
thirties coming out of the kitchen. She
had long, brown hair just like Hermione and blue eyes, but they held the same
depth as Hermione's carried.

"How do you do, I'm Harry Potter."� He extended his hand, and
Mrs. Granger gladly shook it.

She eyed him and knew instantly that this was the young man
that her daughter had written to her about.
Hermione had drawn a complete picture for her "� messy, dark hair, tall
stature, and green eyes that could melt lead.

"Nice to meet you, Harry, I'm Melinda Granger."�

"Are you going to keep him in the doorway forever, dear?"�
came a voice behind them. Mr. Granger
stood behind them holding Harry's trunk and looking ready to collapse.

"Sorry about that, honey."� Mrs. Granger quickly had them
move out of the way.

Harry turned towards Mr. Granger and whispered something
under his breath.

"Huh, guess this thing gets lighter the more you carry it,"�
he laughed.

Hermione looked at Harry out of the corner of her eye and
saw him trying to keep a grin off his face.
He was really sweet; he'd put a lightening charm on his trunk to cut the
weight in half.

"Well then, I just finished making lunch so come on in."�

Harry followed Mrs. Granger into the kitchen with Hermione
in tow. Again, the décor captivated the
young man. The cabinets and countertops
were a deep maple color, and he could see several spice ranks hung along the
wall. Hermione had told him that both
her parents worked as dentists, but Harry couldn't argue with their furnishing
taste.

"Is there something that I can do to help?"� he asked.

"Not at all, just sit down at the table."�

"You heard her, Potter, march!"� Hermione ordered. Harry tried hard not to laugh as his
girlfriend shoved him into the dining room.

The two sat down at the oval shaped table, and Hermione
glared at him slightly.

"Harry, you're a guest here; you don't have to do anything."�

"Hermione, I'm gonna be here for the whole summer; I can't
just free-load off your parents; that's rude!"�

"You're too noble for your own good."�

"I'm just being polite,"� he countered.

"Oh really"�"� Hermione leaned closer and whispered in his
ear, ""�then be even more polite and kiss me."�

Back in the kitchen, Mrs. Granger listened to their
conversation in the next room. Her
daughter had not exaggerated when she'd mentioned what a giving person Harry
really was. From what little she knew,
Harry Potter was a legend in the wizarding world; she found it odd that a
person with such fame could be so humble.
Smiling to herself, she decided that it was going to be very interesting
having Harry Potter in her house.
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Meet the Parents