Her relationship with her parents was great - she saw them every Thursday evening after work, when Richard Granger would cook his world-famous lamb chops. Hermione and her mother would blast show tunes and dance around the house, trading gossip about neighbors’ cousins and coworkers’ dogs. The three of them would crack open a bottle of red at the dinner table, and then rewatch the Sound of Music, until Hermione’s father inevitably interrupted with a sweet reminiscing of Hermione’s childhood and Hermione’s mother gently brushed through the weight of Hermione’s hair. It was lovely and peaceful and sweet. Sure, Hermione might have had to exercise a tad bit more caution at the dinner table when discussing the gnarlier details of her investigations for the Daily Prophet so as not to stilt the conversation, but that was easily done. Hermione could make such small sacrifices to keep the peace.