**Chapter 1: A Nervous Encounter**

Harry Potter stood outside the Granger's cozy suburban home, taking a deep breath to calm his nerves. He had been dreading this moment for weeks, but Hermione had reassured him that her parents were lovely people and that he would fit right in. He hoped she was right. As he stepped inside, he was greeted by the warm aroma of freshly baked cookies and the sound of Hermione's laughter. Mrs. Granger, a petite woman with curly brown hair and a kind smile, welcomed him with open arms. "Harry, it's so lovely to finally meet you!" she exclaimed, as she handed him a bouquet of flowers. "We've heard so much about you from Hermione." Harry blushed and accepted the flowers, feeling a little awkward. Mr. Granger, a tall, bespectacled man with a friendly demeanor, shook his hand firmly. "Welcome to our home, Harry," he said. "We've been looking forward to meeting you. Can I get you a drink? We've got lemonade, iced tea, or water." Harry opted for a glass of lemonade, and the four of them sat down in the living room. The conversation flowed easily, with Hermione's parents asking him about his studies, his friends, and his interests. Harry was relieved to find that they were indeed lovely people, and he began to feel more at ease. As they chatted, Harry couldn't help but notice the warm and cozy atmosphere of the Granger's home. There were photos of Hermione and her family on the mantle, and a bookshelf filled with volumes on magic and science. After a while, Mrs. Granger suggested that they move to the dining room for dinner. The table was set with fine china and a delicious-smelling roast chicken. Harry's stomach growled in anticipation as they sat down. The dinner conversation was lively and engaging, with discussions about everything from Quidditch to the latest developments in the wizarding world. Harry was having a great time, feeling more and more comfortable with each passing minute. That was when disaster struck. As they were passing the main course around the table, Hermione said, "Daddy, can you pass me the salt, Mr. Granger?" Harry's eyes widened in horror as he realized that Hermione had accidentally used her childhood nickname for her father. He quickly got up from his seat, trying to deflect attention from the awkward moment. But it was too late. Hermione's face had already turned bright red as she hid it behind her napkin. The room fell silent, with all eyes on the embarrassed young witch. Harry's heart sank as he wondered what he had just gotten himself into. Had he made a terrible mistake by coming here? Was he really meant to be a part of Hermione's life?