"An Awkward Introduction"

The day had finally arrived for Harry to meet Hermione's parents. He had been nervous about it for weeks, but Hermione had reassured him that they would love him. As he stepped out of the carriage and onto the driveway of the Granger's home, he couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive. The house was a beautiful, large Victorian-style mansion with perfectly manicured gardens. Hermione greeted him with a warm smile and took his hand, leading him to the front door. As they entered the house, Harry was immediately struck by the warmth and hospitality of the Granger's. Mrs. Granger, a kind-faced woman with a warm smile, greeted them at the door and welcomed Harry into their home. Mr. Granger, a tall, slender man with a friendly demeanor, shook Harry's hand firmly and invited him to join them in the living room. The afternoon was spent chatting and getting to know each other. Harry was surprised by how easy it was to talk to Hermione's parents. They asked him about his work as an Auror and his experiences during the war. Harry was happy to share his stories with them, and they listened with interest and admiration. As the evening approached, Mrs. Granger invited them to join her for dinner. The table was set with fine china and crystal glasses, and the aroma of roasting meat filled the air. Harry's stomach growled in anticipation as they took their seats. The dinner conversation was lively and engaging, with discussions ranging from politics to literature. Harry was feeling confident and relaxed, until disaster struck. As they were passing the main course, Hermione said, "Daddy, can you pass me the salt, Mr. Granger?" Harry's eyes widened in horror as he jumped up from his seat, almost knocking over his glass of water. Hermione's face turned bright red as she hid her face in her hands, mortified. "Harry, please, just sit down," she whispered, but it was too late. In a flash, Hermione had pushed back her chair and was running out of the room, Crookshanks, their fat cat, getting in the way. Harry almost tripped over the cat, but managed to catch himself just in time. He followed Hermione to her room, feeling terrible about what had just happened. When he entered the room, Hermione was sitting on her bed, her face still buried in her pillow. "Baby girl, I'm so sorry," Harry said, trying to apologize. Hermione's shoulders shook as she tried to stifle a giggle. It was a term of endearment that Harry only used when they were intimate, and she couldn't help but feel embarrassed. Harry sat down beside her and gently pulled her into his arms. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart," he whispered into her ear. "I didn't mean to embarrass you. It was just a reflex." Hermione looked up at him, her eyes shining with tears. "It's okay, Harry," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I know you didn't mean to. It's just...I've never introduced you to my parents before, and I wanted everything to be perfect." Harry cuddled her close, feeling a surge of love and protectiveness towards her. "Everything will be okay, Hermione," he said. "We'll get through this together."