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Hermione was once again sleeping next to Peter with a pillow separating them. That didn't stop him from wrapping a leg protectively around her. She had tried to break away many times only to have him scoot closer to her. A certain part of his anatomy was poking her in the back of her thigh. He was muttering 'Lily' and 'yes'. Hermione was ready to throw up. But she didn't instead she felt a plan brewing in her head. It was dirty and underhanded but she needed to do this to be free. She finally got to sleep when he turned around. When morning finally came around she had gotten only four hours on-off sleep. Peter on the other hand woke up well rested and ready to greet the day…at seven a.m.
"Oh, I didn't think you'd be up so early. No matter, no matter, the earlier we get to the ferry the lesser the chance of the fog rolling in." said Peter cheerily as he got behind the screen and took off his nightshirt.
"Does it roll in often?" said Hermione in a mock pleasant voice. She smiled cheerily and sat up straight.
"Very often, almost didn't make it to Hogwarts a few times. Almost gave Paulette a heart attack the time we got there a minute before the barrier closed. I got to the train only to realize that I was still in my nightshirt." Said Peter as he slipped off into memory lane
"What other funny things happened to you during you Hogwarts years?" asked Hermione amazed at how well she could act. When this was over she would seriously consider becoming an actress.
"Well when I first received my letter Paulette hid it from me, had to convince Zelda to fake a fit so me and Timothy could look for it. Turns out it was inside of the giant vase." Finished Peter with a laugh. After he finished chuckling did he notice Hermione's look of confusion. "Paulette was my C-G that stands for cradle to grave which means that she was a surrogate mother if you will. My real mother was trapped in her own little world of parties and social visits. Zelda was my younger sister who was and still is quite sickly. Though if you asked me nobody ill could scream like that. Timothy was my older brother by three years. He went to Hogwarts too and became a prefect, that's how we got away with most of the things we did. He married my older sister by one year and now they have four children together not count the…err…unmentionable one."
"Unmentionable?" asked Hermione truly fascinated by the picture Peter, no Wormtail, was painting for her.
"She's photosensitive. We can't mention it because Margaretta says it makes it seem like she can't give birth to healthy children. I say we shouldn't be mentioning her other child, Rena.."
"Why not Renna?"
"She starts fires." Said Peter simply as he tied his neck rag in front of the mirror
"Does she live with-"
"With me at the original house? Hell no! Pardon me."
"Just a question."
"Sorry, but the whole idea of me letting someone like her anywhere near Junior is a bit absurd, she's very incorrigible. She once slid down the banister of three floor staircase and broke her ankle. Just because her cousin Toby did it."
"Oh."
"By the way I got you some things." Said Peter as he got the things he bought the previous night
"Thank you." Said Hermione as she picked through the nothing special dresses, these looked much cheaper than the clothes the people in the pictures were warring.
"Sorry about the quality but it's the best you can get on the shores. We'll get you silk petticoats and beautiful dressed that trail behind like a bride's tram. Women like that sort of thing right?"
"Not all women, Junior doesn't strike me as the type."
"Junior breaks every social rule that is put forth. Well almost all of them, at least she wears dresses and goes to the occasional party."
"Ok, I'm dressed should we be leaving now or waiting for Junior?"
"We should be leaving, knowing Junior she probably left long before us."
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