A/N: Well this is the next chapter after I've figured out my attacking strategy. I hope that you like it.
"So are you happy Ron?" Hermione asked when the parents had walked away.
"Yeah, really happy. I can't believe after how bitchy I've been you still got me a present before you apologized. I'm super touched."
"Well I just thought that even though you do act...I'm not even going to finish that sentence." Hermione said not wanting to go through that mess with Ron again.
"Come on tell me." Ron said realizing that wasn't what she had wanted to say to him.
"You don't want to hear it. I know it'll upset you so I won't even start with it." Hermione said getting up to the kitchen to go get something to eat. It was pretty late in the morning now and her stomach was telling her to eat something before she passed out. She fished an English muffin out of the fridge and toasted it loading it with butter and jam. She walked back out and passed one of the halves to Harry.
"Thanks." Harry said quietly
"Your welcome." Hermione whispered back in the same tone.
"Are you going to share with me what you didn't want to share with me in front of the others?" Harry asked once he was done.
"Well it's not really anything truly horrible but you should know seeing as your a part of the family. Our family has a history of having kids to young. It's nothing truly bad but it affects us very much. You see our family has these beliefs a lot of them are strange but I'm used to them by now." Hermione started.
"I still don't get it." Harry said.
"Simply I just have to say that our family history has been hookers which basically translates into sluts."
"But...they're so nice...wait are you talking about your own mother."
"No, I love my mother and she has nothing to do with this except that she's a part of it."
"How exactly?" Harry asked.
"Well let's just say...How old do you think these earrings are that she gave me?" Hermione said holding it out.
"I'm guessing that since it's your great-great-great-great-great-great-great aunt I have to say early 1800's." Harry said.
"Well your wrong. It's about 1896 to be exact."
"How is that possible that would mean..."
"That some girls in my family were pretty lucky pretty early. Yes, that 's exactly what I'm talking about let's see there was age 14,15,16, and the most popular 12 when one of them got raped. That's the only one that I feel sorry for. The rest of them put themselves in that situation. They were sluts all of them and they had horny boyfriends. If they were over 15 most likely their husbands. Kids they had them in and out of wedlock sometimes with other people's husbands. I know your thinking hey 1896 not much can happen like this then but it did. You know Katie my cousin she's from the side of the family that my mother is ashamed of and that's why she called it a disgrace because my great times 7 aunt's sister went and slept with her husband and that's how we have a whole side of a family. Sure we don't talk about it. Why would we talk about it? The last time that we opened all those wounds it was lie WWII within the family. We didn't speak for ages. Of course I wasn't born at that point but my mother told me stories. We just pass it down as a reminder that we should try to be the best we can be. The damage that some of the things our ancestors have caused that still reak havoc today. To not recreate these things. We all manage to keep that whole keeping your own bloke deal and not messing with that that's not yours but that whole no kids till your over 20 or married has never been followed through. Trust me though some of the kids in my family would be disowned if they even tried to pull that one off." Hermione had gone into her long speech and finally finished to take in a long breath even though she had made small pauses inbetween.
"I see do you plan on ending the 'family disgrace'?" Harry asked grinning.
"You know I've never really thought about it like that but I don't really think so." Hermione blushed.
" So you have thought about it!" Harry said.
"No I haven't it's just that I don't think I can keep a promise like that, to myself, to you, to my mother, to...anyone. You know how things are things just don't seem to work the way you want them to. Especially the way we are. We might head in one direction and work towards it but in the end the winds force might blow us down the path it choses for us."
"I thought you don't believe in stuff like fate." Harry said.
"I don't, I believe in facts and that's where it leads me. To what I just said. So what's your opinion it?"
"How old is your mom?"
"34."
"That explains a whole lot. I don't think you'll keep that promise either."iI
"That shows how much faith you have in me." Hermione said kidding. "Now I have to go get changed. See you later."
She waved to Harry.
"Are you going to leave me down here...my myself?" Harry asked.
"Do you want me to believe that your still tired."
"Let's say I was what would you do?" Harry asked.
"It all depends do you want me to lock you in the same room as Crooksbanks when he meets Sophie. You know as well as I do that dogs don't usually like cats."
"No..never mind I'll figure it out."
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The rest of the days of their winter vacation passed. It was now time to go back to Hogwarts. During their left over time Hermione had taken down all of the decorations. Harry chopped the tree and but it in the neighborhood dumpster. She put alll the decorations back into the attic. Dobby insisted on fixing all of their stuff but since they waited last minute to do all their preparations they let him do it. He was gleeful.
"Thanks Dobby." Hermione said yawning,
"Miss is tired?" Dobby asked.
"Very."
A/N: Well I guess I'll end it right here and type up the rest whenever I can before something else goes wrong. Thanks for reading and wow we have passed over the 40,000 mark in words and hits
