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Summary: Ron and Hermione are, as you know, madly in love, and desperately want to get married (the proper way). But Hermione's parents are still in Australia, and Ron must ask their permission to marry Hermione. Find out how he does it.

To Charm a Parent

With a small pop, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger arrived in Sydney, Australia, in search of Wendell and Monica Wilkins (Mr. and Mrs. Granger, though they don't remember her). Ron looked bewildered, and asked Hermione, "Do you have any idea where they are?"

"Ron," she said exasperatedly, " I told you, just look for a Blue Ford Anglia, the one I gave them for Christmas last year."

"Yeah, how did they react to that by the way?"

"They told me to stop contacting them and stop sending them potted plants that attacked their toaster," said Hermione sadly.

Ron shook his head and stifled the snort of laughter that would send Hermione glaring at him for days. "And you didn't know that was Devil's Snare?" he said.

"Well, I thought it was just a sweet little present Malfoy gave us to say sorry," she said. "I didn't know Malfoy was still angry – after all we saved his life. If I'd known I'd never have sent it to Mum and Dad…and it looked so pretty!"

"Re-gifter!" Hermione glared at him from under a veil of tears. Hastily, Ron said "Well, anyway we have no idea where we are and we're in the middle of the Australian desert, and now we can't even find our suitcases and I look so stupid in these Muggle clothes and a wombat stole my sunglasses and –"

"Oh, here we are!" said Hermione excitedly, her eyes lighting upon a little house at the end of the way.

"The little bastard," Ron growled. "But you didn't manage to reverse that Obliviate spell you cast?"

"Oh, I thought it would be best," said Hermione, and she shuffled uncomfortably.

"What, why?" said Ron, rather confused. "If my parents had no idea who I was I'd freak out and…well, I'd ask you for help but obviously you'd be useless."

"Don't call me useless," said Hermione irritably, and then her voice turned suddenly uncomfortable and apologetic again. "I just didn't change it because we wanted to get married and you gave me such a nice ring and…well…now, Ron don't take this the wrong way," she said, suddenly careful. "Please don't overreact."

"Come on," said Ron. "When have I ever overreacted to anything?"

"Well," said Hermione, not at all reassured, "it's that, well, they don't like you – oh, look we're here!" she said suddenly, running toward a little house that she had just caught sight of.

"What?" said Ron loudly, following her. "What?"

She ran to the door and rang the bell. "Please don't get mad," she pleaded. "It's just –"

"No, I want to know," Ron demanded. "Why don't they like me? What have you told them?" He gasped suddenly. "Have you told them about how we snog?"

"What? No, Ron, that's awful, I'd never tell them that!"

"Aha! So you admit it's awful."

"No, Ron, that's not what I meant!"

"Oh, just admit it you hate kissing me!"

"No, Ron, please!" She tried to retain patience. "Let's just ask them, alright?"

"No! Ron bellowed, I want to know now! What do you have against my kissing ability? I want to"— Hermione, cutting him off in mid-sentence, pulled Ron towards her and kissed him fiercely. She then leaned away leaving Ron quite dazed who apparently forgot what they were arguing about. Hmm, Hermione thought, Ginny was right. That does work better than magic.

They then walked up to the door and nervously knocked, waiting for someone to open.

A/N: Hope you guys liked it! The other chapter will be up soon.