"Yes mum. Though it would have broken my heart, I would have," Hermione replied after a few moments of contemplation. "I know you think this is just a school girl crush or a first love, but it isn't. I truly love Harry and I know he loves me. He is my future," She sighed as her eyes locked on her mother's. "I only want you and dad to get to know him, to give him a chance. I know you will love him as well. He never knew his own parents and the only other family he's really known is the Weasleys and with seven kids it's...it's overwhelming sometimes. I'd like him to experience a smaller loving family. I want him to experience my family, because someday..." she shrugged, "someday," She repeated. "If you and dad really want what is best for me, then understand what is best is Harry."
"Of course. From what you've told me, he seems nice enough," Mrs. Granger replied. "I'll make sure your father is fair. Just remember that you will always be his little girl and he wants to protect you."
"Then he should get along fine with Harry since Harry wants to protect me as well. Remember he has already saved my life," Hermione said. "How many eleven year old boys do you know would jump on the back of a twelve foot monster to save someone he didn't really know?"
"What do you mean twelve foot?" Jean Granger asked as she stopped and turned toward her daughter. "That troll thing from your first year? I don't remember you mentioning it being twelve foot. We thought you had exaggerated the danger."
"If I had told you would you've let me go back?"
"Probably not," Mrs. Granger admitted. "So there really was a three-headed dog as well? Was it twelve feet as well?"
"Yes there was, and it stood about as high as that hedge," Hermione said as she pointed to a neighbor's hedge line that rose above their heads. "His name was Fluffy."
Jean stared up at the top of hedge for several seconds before replying. "You definitely shouldn't tell your dad. He'd really fret about you being there, though with all of the things you say is going on, he's going to worry anyway."
"I can take care of myself and if I do need someone, Harry will be there."
"Again not much comfort for your father," Jean said with a small amount of laughter in her voice before turning serious. "Please be careful and write to us often when you go back to school. We really do miss you when you're gone."
"Actually Harry thought of that as well," Hermione replied. "He wants me to still be a part of your lives, he truly does. When we go back to school, he's going to have the other cabinet taken to Hogwarts so I can come see you whenever I want. You see, to him family is everything, something he's always wanted to have. You should have seen his eyes when the subject of children came up. He's going to be a wonderful father."
"Father? Children?" Jean asked. "Hermione are...are you sleeping with him?" The last part was in a very cautious voice.
Hermione studied her mother before deciding to tell her the truth. "I have slept in his bed, but we are not sexually active. I am still a virgin."
"Is he pressuring you though?" Jean asked.
"No, Harry would never do that," Hermione assured her mother, though from the return look she knew her mother wasn't assured. "Mum, we aren't planning on children tomorrow. It was just something that came up. In fact I've already told him that it should be a minimum of three years after we finish school before we think about children. Give us time to settle into our lives."
As Jean Granger studied her daughter in the light of the moon, stars and nearby street lights. she realized that Hermione was more of a young woman than her little girl who always acted older than she was. "I would like to schedule you an OB-GYN exam though and maybe... maybe you should consider going on birth control just in case."
"We have potions that are more reliable with no side effects," Hermione replied. "I need to brew some other potions this summer so I can brew that one as well. I'll be glad to see a doctor, but Harry and I have agreed we're not ready for that yet. I do understand though that it's better to be ready when eventually it does happen."
Jean Granger gave a small sigh of relief. As a dentist, she'd seen too many teenage mothers or soon-to-be mothers in her chair. "Don't mention it to your dad. I think he'd prefer if you waited until you were thirty or at least married."
"I did mum, I did wait until I was married and I'm still waiting," Hermione thought. "We won't rush into it mum. When it does happen, we'll both be ready."
Mrs. Granger smiled. "I'm sure you will. Now you were saying you'd like to take your boyfriend shopping?"
"Yes, the sooner the better," Hermione replied. "We have to go to the Ministry of..." She stopped as a yawn came suddenly, "sorry, it's been a long day. We have to go to the Ministry of Magic tomorrow, but maybe tomorrow evening," She had a hopeful look on her face.
"We can make that work. Does Harry understand what it means to go shopping?" Jean asked her daughter. "Especially for a whole wardrobe with two women?"
"Probably not," Hermione replied.
"Then you better not tell him or you'll never get him to go," Mrs. Granger smirked.
"It wouldn't matter to him."
"A teenage boy not minding shopping for clothes?" Jean asked in surprise. "This I have to see."
When they finally made it into the house, Hermione turned to her mother and said. "I'm going to go pop over and give Harry a good night kiss and then turn in. As I said, it was a long day."
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