Harry Potter Veela's Embrace

Harry felt the turmoil in Hermione and he put his arm around her and pulled her closer to him. Then to her parents, "Sir, Ma'am, maybe we could start this again," He once again held out his hand to Hermione's father. "I'm Harry Potter and we...I mean Hermione is definitely not pregnant," This time a much relieved Richard took his hand and shook it. Jean came over and hugged her daughter.

"I'm sorry," Mrs. Granger said looking chagrined "We shouldn't have thought that, but…no we shouldn't have. I'm sorry dear, and to you too Harry," Hermione nodded at her. "Now what did you bring us up here to tell us?"

"Maybe you better have a seat before we tell you," Harry suggested swallowing hard. "Think the bond is better or worse than being pregnant?"

"Definitely better," Hermione answered. "Well until we mention Fleur and Gabrielle."

Richard and Jean took a seat on one of the love seats while Harry and Hermione sat on one across from them. Harry looked at Hermione's parents who were definitely looking relieved, he swallowed and then started. "Uh...can we get you something to drink? Water? Juice? Something stronger?"

"Thank you, but not right now," Jean said. "Now why are we here?"

"Uh...yeah about that. I guess we should start by saying Hermione and I are in love," Harry said as he took Hermione's hand in his.

Though Mr. Granger was not extremely happy about that proclamation, it was much better than the other statement, "I presume you didn't go to all this trouble just to tell us you have a boyfriend princess?" Richard asked his daughter.

"No Dad, it's deeper than that," Hermione answered as she blushed at his nickname for her.

"Er…there is no easy way to say what we need to say, so I'm just going to get it over with," Harry said. "Hermione and I, well our love is bonded, with uh...a magical connection between the two of us."

"Magical love?" Jean asked. "What does that mean?"

"It means our hearts and minds are connected Mum," Hermione answered. "Permanently connected."

The Grangers took a few seconds to digest this before Jean asked the obvious question, "As in you are married? Is that what you're trying to tell us?"

"No, we aren't married, nor are we sleeping together," Hermione said quickly. "But this is permanent, and someday," Hermione turned to look at Harry, "we will be," Then realizing the possible misinterpretation, she quickly added "Married I mean."

"But you are so young, what if this is just a crush?" Richard asked.

"Maybe a demonstration of how we know its love?" Harry suggested. "To let them see our connection."

"That might work."

"Sir, to better answer that question we would like for you to understand something about our bond. Mrs. Granger, could you stay here with Hermione? Mr. Granger could you come with me please?" Harry asked his bond mate's parents. "We want to demonstrate something. We think just saying it won't get the point across."

Harry and Mr. Granger went into his bedroom. "Love, why don't you ask you mother to tell you three things in the room?" then turning to Mr. Granger, "Sir, ask me anything only your daughter would know."

Mr. Granger looked at Harry curiously then decided to play the game. "What color is her room?"

"Love, what color is your bedroom?"

Hermione projected an image of her room to Harry, "but remind him he never painted behind the larger bookcase because it was too heavy to move, it's still pink there."

"Pink?"

"YES Pink, I AM a girl you know."

"Yes, I do know. I was just asking," Harry replied. Then to Mr. Granger. "Sir the color is currently a light blue, but Hermione says to remind you that it's still pink behind the larger bookcase," Harry smiled as Richard Granger frowned. "Try something much more obscure."

Mr. Granger frowned at the fact this boy knew the color of his daughter's bedroom. If the boy wanted to try to prove how well he knew his daughter, he'd make him fail. He pulled out his wallet and showed Harry a picture of Hermione, "If you know my daughter so well, then tell where this was taken?"

Harry sent the image to Hermione, "Well love, looks like that was after our first year. Where was it taken?"

"That was good one, that's the front of my grandmother's house, his mother."

"It's your mother's house sir. Hermione's grandmother," Harry responded to Mr. Granger and smiled again as his jaw dropped.

"There's no way you could know that. How did you do that?" Richard asked.

"We'll discuss it further out there, but first I have to pass your wife's test," Harry replied and heard, "Mother pointed to three things in the room Harry. Guess she thought you might be listening somehow. Her earrings, a book that she then sat on," Harry almost heard Hermione's snort, "and the chair closest to the fireplace."

"Okay, love."

"Shall we join them back in the common room sir?" Harry asked Mr. Granger.

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