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After the Fact by hermharry
Chapter 3 : A visit from the parents
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“Oh my goodness look at her cute little house Mark! Oh and look how clean it is!” I heard my mother’s voice in the kitchen.

“Monique sweetheart where are you?” My father shouted.

I felt Ron stir under my head and quickly sat up, I knew my parents wouldn’t approve of me sleeping with my boyfriend, even if we did not do anything.

“In here daddy!” I told him standing up from the couch.

My mother ran into my small living room and gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“Let her breath Liz.” Daddy told her.

“Sorry Mark I just missed my only daughter who I haven’t seen for a year!” Mum told him.

Daddy turned away chuckling and looked right at Ron, getting up from the couch.

“This must be your fiancé?” Daddy asked looking back at me.

“Oh yes.” How silly of me to forget about Ron sitting there, “Daddy, Mum, this is Ron Weasley, my fiancé!” I told them going over and standing next to Ron.

“Oh he is so handsome.” Mum told us.

Ron blushed slightly. “Thank you Mrs.-“

“Oh just call me Liz and him Mark.” Mum interrupted.

“Oh, ok thank you.”

“Oh your too cute let me give you a hug.” Mum said.

“Mum stop, your embarrassing him!” I said looking at a blushing Ron.

“Oh it’s ok Mon, I do now see where you get your adorable looks from.” Ron said looking at me. “I would be delighted to hug your mother!” He laughed.

He walked over with open arms to my flustered mother and squeezed her tightly.

“There!” Ron said winking at her.

“Mum, stop stealing my fiancé, he’s mine!” I told her giggling.

“Yea young man, stop stealing my wife, she’s mine!” Daddy told Ron also laughing.

“Ok, sorry Liz, I guess your just a little too mature for me anyway!” Ron told her, trying to sound serious.

“Anyway!” Mum said laughing, “Can you show us where we should sleep?”

“Oh yea, sorry, here let me take the bags.” I said grabbing the bags by the front door and leading my parents to their bedroom.


“Put it there.” I told a struggling Harry. “No wait, under the window, that way when she wakes up she wont have the sun shining in her face.”

“Here?” Harry, holding a heavy crib asked.

“Perfect!” I told him looking at it.

He fell over on the rocking chair, red faced and tired looking.

“Oh I’m sorry hunny, you want a massage?” I asked giggling.

“Please!” Harry said leaning over and sitting on the chair sideways so I could reach his back.

I waddled over to him and massaged his back for awhile.

“Thank you sweetheart, I am the one who is supposed to be massaging you!” Harry said sitting up.

“You deserve it; you carried everything up the stairs and into this room.”

“Herm, I’m a professional quidditch player, I can handle a crib, a changing table, a rocking chair, a dresser, a mirror, and a bunch of toys!” Harry told me.

“Oh my god, Harry we are so stupid!” I said slapping my head.

“Don’t slap yourself!” Harry said making sure my head was okay, the worrier.

“Harry we are wizards, we could have just levitated everything up!” I said laughing.

“Well, don’t you think our muggle neighbors would think we are a little peculiar seeing objects fly across our house?” Harry said, “Besides, I like doing things the hard way.”

“True, but don’t you think our neighbors think we are a little weird anyway?” I asked giggling.

“A little?” Harry said laughing along with me.

“I love you Harry.” I told him, getting very serious.

“I love you too my Hermione.” He said walking over to me and wrapping his arms around my enlarged stomach then bending over and kissing me.

After he kissed me he picked me up and carried me down the stairs.

“Harry I’m probably heavier then all of those baby things!” I told him.

“Hermione, you are still and always will be the thinnest witch I know, even when you’re pregnant!” Harry told me.

“No I’m not!” I told him.

We got down the stairs and he laid me down on the sofa in our living room.

“What do you think we should name her?” Harry asked me, sitting at the end where my feet were. He picked one up and started massaging it.

“Oh that feels good, Harry!” I told him chuckling slightly. “I don’t know, have any ideas yourself?”

“Well I was thinking Harriet!” Harry told me. I stared at him for a long time decided if he was serious, he sure looked it.

“Um, well that is a very nice suggestion but I was thinking along the lines of I don’t know, Harmony, its sort of like both of our names put together.” I told him.

“Harmony, I like that, what about a middle name?”

“How about Harmony Ann Potter?” I suggested.

“Nice, very nice!” Harry said.

“So it is decided, Harmony Ann Potter it is then.”



I was really nervous about meeting Mon’s parents. I was glad my little mock flirting broke the ice.

“How on earth do you keep this place so sparkly clean, Mon, it’s almost neater then our house!” Liz asked Mon.

“I don’t know Mum; I guess I inherited that from you!” Mon said winking at me.

I grinned back at her.

“So, Liz, Mark, do you want to see our sites here in England?” I asked.

“That would be delightful dear, but maybe tomorrow, it would be nice to take a day’s break after traveling so long!” Liz told me smiling.

“Of course ma’am whatever you wish!” I told her returning the grin.

I liked Mon’s parents, they were cool and I’m sure that they will be great in laws.

A/N: Done with chapter three! It’s sort of short again! Sorry about that!

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