Pairings throughout the story: Luna and Hermione. Hermione and Ron. Ginny and Luna.

Warnings: This contains homosexuality. If you disagree with this then stop reading now. This contains some pretty harsh negativity to gays. I'm writing in things that I have heard, I myself am offended by them, but putting them in helps to create certain situations that I need to get this story where I want it.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything having to do with Harry Potter.

Author's note: Okay, I get that the pairings tears them up, but I promise, this IS a Luna and Hermione story. They will end up together. There are just some issues to be resolved along the way. And I will be replying to signed in reviews, so feel free to leave any questions or whatever in there. Also, I so don't know Hermione's parents names. I have her mum as Jane, and her dad as George. If anyone knows the real names (or if there are any, I can't remember at this point), could you please tell me?

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Hermione leaned over the toilet retching out the night's dinner.

Her parents were already in bed, as were her visiting grandparents. The latter were the reason she was locked in the bathroom

"Hermione! Oh, look how big you've gotten!" exclaimed an elderly woman with short gray hair. Behind her came a wrinkled man who winked at Hermione and put down luggage.

"Hello grandmother, hello grandfather."

"Mum, Dad, what took you so long? We were worried. Why didn't you let us pick you up at the airport?"

Hermione turned at the sound of her mother's voice. She was standing in the doorway wearing an apron, a stern face, and hands on her hips.

"Mum, Dad!"

Everyone turned to see Hermione's father come striding in and hug the couple. He then took the bags from the floor.

"Here, now how about this." George Granger said. " Hermione will take your bags to the room where you will be staying. Dad will have a small drink with me in the den. And Mum, why don't you help out in the kitchen? There's a salad that is in desperate need of being made."

Hermione was thrown out of her mind as she choked. Finally she got it out and gasped as she leaned her head down. In one hand she held paper towels that she used to wipe her mouth and spit on; the other hand was against her stomach as she felt her erratic breathing.

It was supposed to be a lovely night. Hermione was enjoying her last week at home before she went to the Weasley's for the rest of the summer. She was sad about leaving her family behind, and moping around the house, when her mother suggested they invite her grandparents to stay. After all, they hadn't seen Hermione since the summer before.

"So Hermione," asked her grandmother over dinner, "How are things at that school of yours?"

She saw her parents exchange looks. While they did not know everything that was going on, they did know that the wizarding world was going through a civil war of sorts.

"It's great, grandmother!"

"Well I'm glad to hear it," she said before taking another bite of dinner.

"And those friends of yours, Larry and Ron was it?"

"Harry and Ron, grandfather."

"Right, yes, of course. How are they?"

"They are…great. They are great! Ron was as excited as ever for the school year to end. They worked us very hard this year. And Harry, well, I suppose Harry was a bit sad to leave the school, like me. We both know our time there is dwindling."

"Any boyfriends?"

"Mother!"

"What Jane? She's not a child anymore. She's old enough to have a boyfriend. And the boys are old enough now to appreciate a bundle of intelligence and beauty." She turned and looked at Hermione. "Well, seeing anyone special lately?"

Hermione felt that she must be beet red at this point. She never spoke of romantic things in front of her father. And her mother had gone over sex and AIDS with her, finishing with explaining in detail how she would be disobeying God if she were to have premarital relations.

"No, not really." Her voice came out in a squeak.

"See, you've embarrassed the girl."

"Oh, I have not!"

Her grandparents argued and Hermione lifted her fork to her mouth.

Dry heaves came out this time as Hermione's head hovered over the toilet. This was not how she planned to spend her last night at home.

She received an owl earlier that day as she was sitting in the garden. Pig, remembering how Hermione yelled at him when he came swooping in at her in a mall parking lot, waited in the tree above her until all nearby muggles were out of sight. The Weasley's were going to pick her up a few days early, and hoped that she didn't mind.

And while she was going to miss out on time with her family, she readily agreed. It would be nice to be around magic again.

It was after dinner and everyone was sitting in the living room. Her mother was quilting at the table a few feet away from where Hermione was curled on a chair. Her grandmother was sitting properly on the couch. And her father and grandfather were walking away from the drink cart. They sat down, her father on a chair and her grandfather on the couch next to her grandmother.

"So, Hermione," started her grandmother, "Any idea of what you are going to do once you leave school? I know that you still have one more year after this one. But it would be wise to start thinking about it now. That way you can have a head start of volunteering or getting a part-time job in that field."

Hermione pulled her legs closer to herself and settled into the chair more. "I haven't really thought about it actually. I've been thinking about a career that helps people somehow. Just how I'm not too sure of. Some sort of relief work, but with a political aspect to it. I don't want to give out just charity. I want to give justice."

"I wasn't aware that there was a difference," remarked her grandmother.

"Well, from what I learned in grade school religion class there is. You see, charity is like giving a man a fish. It feeds him for a day but leaves him dependant upon the help of others for the rest of his days. But justice is giving the man fishing equipment and teaching him how to use it. Now he can feed himself and any family that he might have. Also, since he now knows how to he can teach others from where he lives. He's taken care of for life."

"Well I suppose that makes sense," said her grandmother. "But who pays for the fishing equipment? Certainly not my taxes."

"Hermione, are you alright in there?"

Her head popped up from the toilet bowl as she heard her father's voice outside of the door.

"Yes, Dad. I'm fine. I think I just ate a bit too much a bit too fast."

"Are you sure? You don't have to go tomorrow if you aren't feeling well."

Hermione felt something akin to anger at her dad flare up at that. They never quite understood her need to go the Weasley's in the summer. They saw magic as something their daughter did. Not as something that she was.

"No, really, Dad. I'm fine. I'm going to take a shower and then go to bed."

"Alright, goodnight."

"Goodnight, Dad."

Hermione took a gulp of air as she felt the tears sting her cheeks.

"Hermione?"

"Yes, Dad?"

"They… they just love you so much. And things are different in every generation."

"I know, goodnight."

"Goodnight, Hermione."

She heard him sigh and turn away.

"No granddaughter of mine will be living with a girl!"

"I don't understand the problem. Lot's of people move into apartments with their friends after school. And it's not final anyway. It's just an idea that a few of us girls have thought up. We'll be with people we know and trust. Mum, Dad?"

"Yes, and it makes sense money wise."

"Jane, don't you dare tell me you support this blatant display of…of… homosexuality!"

"Homo… Grandmother! I'll be living with friends!"

"No. You. Won't! It is wrong! It's a sin! Dating someone of the same sex is a sin equal to adultery!"

Hermione stumbled backward at the look on her grandmother's face. She felt like someone slapped her. She wanted to cry, but didn't.

"It's my life. I'll do what I want. And who are you to decide? You're not God. You can't tell me what's right and what's wrong anymore then Crookshanks can. If I want to live with a girl then, well, you can't stop me!"

With that she stormed out, shaking her father's hand off her arm as she went. She stomped to her room and sat on her bed. After hugging her pillow and trying to calm herself down she rushed into the bathroom, locked the door, and vomited.

Hermione flushed the toilet for the final time and turned on the water for the shower. As she stripped of her clothes she wondered why she was so upset.

It wasn't like she was a lesbian. True, she had had thoughts and fantasies about girls. Had a few pictures of pretty girls torn form magazines taped to her walls. But it was natural. She read that most teenagers experience an attraction to the same sex, but it goes away. These thoughts would go away soon and thoughts of boys would replace them. She was just mad at how someone she knew and loved could be so prejudiced.

Hermione stepped into the hot stream and let all thoughts drift away.