The day was spent with Theo, after she had explained everything he went into detail about how odd Dolohov's and Rowles relationship seemed during the death eater meetings. They seemed oddly close; it was speculated that Dolohov was Rowles real father. Seeing as Rowle Sr. was more interested in wands rather than potions if you get the meaning.

It was only when the Dark Lord got word of their relationship did the truth come out, if only to stop him from trying to manipulate their relationship with each other.

After learning about their relationship, the interactions between the two made more sense. The duo spent most of the time going over the notes and the references to see if there was anything else that could be of use for her situation.

After pouring over every text it was obvious there was no help for her situation in texts. Leaning back against the couch cushions Theo shoved the book away in disgust.

"Mia, I can understand not wanting to marry because your father said so but come on. Rowle is not so bad!" Theo smirked at her, grabbing his glass of fire whiskey. "I've even seen his cock in school, I can say, most purebloods are nothing to fight over, but the man was hung. Could rip a lad in two." Theo winked at her, laughing lightly when her cheeks heated in embarrassment.

"Theo!" the indignation rang clear in her voice.

"Oh honestly, Mia! You can't say after all the times that you caught the man with his trousers around his ankles that you never thought what it might feel like to have sex with a beast like that." His smirk grew larger as her cheeks bloomed brighter.

"Theo!" She cried again. "I mean, yeah, but please! Some decorum. The man did try to kill me."

"Yeah," he shrugged, "so did your father apparently. Doesn't stop you from wanting to get to know him."

"I'm not trying to get to know the man, Theo. I just want this to be over."

"Mia, love, you know that's not true. If it were you could have just corresponded with him via letters, instead you went in and saw him, twice, mind you." His voice was sympathetic, and his face displayed a hint of pity.

"The first time was not really a choice as much as a, persuasion, from the Minister." Her argument was weak, and she knew it.

"Mia, you could have had the spell done anywhere. The Minister knowing the truth is enough to give you whatever claim you wanted over the Dolohov inheritance." She nodded slightly, conceding that. "It's nothing to be ashamed of. Your parents died; it only makes sense for you to cling onto the last remaining family that you have." He put a comforting hand on her knee, patting her lightly.

"Thank you." It was quiet but she was glad to have at least one person on her side when it came to getting to know her father. Regardless of her friends understanding when it came to her genetics, she knew they would not understand her desire to get to know her father.

Theo smiled softly, then jumped up suddenly.

"So," he clasped his hands together, "we have a wedding to plan."

"We?" she questioned sardonically.

"Yes. We." He drew the word out. "If you think I am going to miss out on any miserable second of this for you, you're dead wrong. I have grown fond of you in the past couple months, my dear tenant. And I refuse to be left out of the fun."

"Fun." She snorted, "Fun for whom?"

"Me! Of course. I fully expect you to hate every minute of this." Theo laughed outrageously at her incredulous face.

Taking a long drink of her whiskey she bravely poured herself a new one before agreeing. There was no way she was getting out of this one. Between Ginny, Theo, and Molly, if Molly ever spoke to her again, she would have no choice if this were to come to pass.

"Fine, but it needs to be a basic ceremony. I do not want it plastered all over the front page of the Prophet, nor do I want a big to do just because it will be a pureblood/golden trio wedding." Hermione rolled her eyes at the nickname the three had earned during the war.

Theo pouted.

"That's not fair for us Mia. How are we supposed to have any fun if there is no one to have fun with? And don't you want to remember your bonding? For your children?" She flinched, children, she had forgotten all about children.

"No." The answer was shrewd. She was in no way pleased with the outcome of events, she kept resisting the urge to pinch herself to make sure she was not still in her coma. But one could only hope.

With a delicate sigh she softened her tone.

"I am not exactly excited about the turn of events."

"I know that, Mia. But, with the way things are going, this bond is going to be permanent, you'll only get one wedding." he replied with a look of pity.

She nodded, her eyes far away as if she were deep in thought.

"I know, these kinds of things just never really appealed to me. Even when I was younger. It seems more of a chore than anything."

He pursed his lips. "Okay, what about a traditional bonding? Rather than a full-scale wedding. It will be enough to more than satisfy your father and the blood oath. In fact, they might prefer it." She nodded, it made sense.

"Now! Let us talk guests." He was far too excited. Pulling a quill and parchment out of no where he set it to self-write.

"I am assuming all of the Weasley's-"

"If Molly ever speaks to me again…"

"The Potters," She smirked slightly at that one, it seemed the Slytherins already thought of Ginny and Harry as married. "The Minister, me, of course, Rowles sister and her husband, the Malfoys…" She gave him a barbed look.

"It would be an insult not to invite them. In spite of their current reputation, it would be social suicide in the pureblood circles. And, Rowle hates them, so it would most assuredly piss him off." Hermione was appeased with the last bit; she couldn't give a rat's arse if she wasn't welcome in the pureblood circles. It is not something she planned on being involved in anyways.

"Am I missing anyone?"

"Minerva. I would like her to stand in for my family."

"Mia, I am sure that your father will be there. The bonding requires him to be there in person to make sure the bride is not compromised." She took a large swig of fire whiskey at that one. She hated feeling dependent on anyone and now it was as if she was thrust back into the dark ages, her inner feminist was raging.

"Well, might as well tell the order. No point in holding it in if it is going to get out anyways. I made a right mess of it when I went to the Ministry yesterday. I am surprised its not already in the papers." She stood, finishing the rest of her drink.

"Perfect. That gives me time to talk to my elves. They can cater the event."

"Thank you, Theo. I don't think I would be as calm as I am now if it weren't for you." She hugged him tightly.

"You bloody Gryffindors are too touchy and sentimental." He hugged her back. "Its not a problem, Mia. In the short time we have become reacquainted you are by far becoming the most entertaining friend I have" He chuckled. "And I am friends with the walking brothel that is Zabini."

They both laughed uproariously at that. Blaise was indiscriminate when it came to his sexual preferences. If it had a hole to stick his dick in and a could walk, he was on it like flies on a horse. She had even seen him drunkenly proposition a house elf. The poor thing had popped out of existence before the words had even finished leaving his mouth.

Sighing softly, she was brought back to earth with a sobering thought. It was time to tell the rest of the order. And she might as well do it now. She poured herself one last glass of liquid courage, she knew this was going to be a rough night, and she was already tipsy, she might as well bring it home.

Theo grabbed their cloaks as she finished off the shot, wincing slightly at the burn.

"You're getting too good at that. Ought to be careful that it doesn't become a habit, Mia." Theo was smiling slightly but his tone was firm, showing the seriousness of the situation.

"Yeah, yeah, I am not a lush, teddy bear. I just am going through a hard time is all." She pushed his shoulder lightly with hers.

Walking towards the floo she let Theo go first, cast a glamour, then called out Grimmauld place.

Hermione stumbled through the floo, thinking Theo might have been onto something. That last shot might have been too much. Harry came waltzing into the room snapping her up in a hug as soon as he saw who it was.

Hermione threw her arms around him, her earlier grievances long forgotten in her drunken haze.

"Mione, you know I love seeing you, but we have some people over and now may not be the best time to be around them while inebriated." His eyebrows were furrowed in consternation at her current situation.

Hermione pulled back and glared sloppily at him.

"'Hose 'ere?" The alcohol it seems has finally hit her blood system and that combined with the dizzying floo travel was affecting her speech.

"The Weasleys." Harry answered in trepidation.

"Fantastic." Waving her wand she cast a Patronus. "Kingsy, call an order meeting for right now. And I mean right now, damn you, I want to get this over with."

The otter scuttled off.

A look of confusion briefly crossed his face before understanding took the fore front.

"Mione, are you sure you're ready for this." He questioned her quietly while following her into the dinning room where the Weasleys were currently chatting over a cuppa with some biscuits.

"Yes, 'Arry. Mm cert'n" Hermione swayed on her feet slightly as she came to a stop. "'Ello, e'ryone."

It seemed the whole family was in town, including Charlie. The boys looked at each other, concerned. No one had ever seen Hermione this far into the sauce before, Charlie was grinning wryly. It was going to be an interesting night if Hermione was already trashed.

Standing up he opened his arms wide, inviting her into his bear hug. Squeezing her tight his voice boomed in the now silent room.

"How've you been, love? Taking a self-care day I see." He put her down so she could see him winking.

"No' now Char'ie. Mm makin' a 'nouncement when e'ryone gets 'ere." Her words slurring as she took the cup from Harry, it was coffee. Seemed he was trying to sober her up.

She took the chair next to Charlie and sipped at her cup, ignoring the curious faces around her. Leaning into Charlies side she dozed slightly, falling into a meditative state with the soft buzzing of voices around her.

It was sometime later when she was woken up by Charlie, his arms still holding her securely to his chest he woke her gently so as not to frighten her.

"'top it."

"Come on Mione, its time to wake up, Mums just been itching to yell at you, ever since you came in drunk, you're lucky Harry held her off this long. And you have some confused guests that have shown up."

Hermione bolted up right, she had forgotten all about the order meeting she had called in her alcohol induced haze. Glancing around her she saw that almost the entire order had arrived, there were just a few members trickling in from outside.

To her left sat Luna, the glazed look in her eyes was always in such contrast to the girls insightfulness.

"Hiya, Hermione." She smiled serenely at her.

"Hey, Luna. How are you?"

"I'm good, thanks for asking. It seems those Wrackspurts have been in your head again Hermione. Some positivity will clear that infection right up, don't you know."

"Thank you, Luna. I'll be sure to clear those right up." Hermione rolled her neck, feeling a little embarrassed to have caused such a scene as she had earlier.

Standing up she addressed the room.

"Is everyone here?" There was only a slight buzz of chatter from everyone, the stiffness in the room put a strain on the friendly chatter that would normally fill the space.

Kingsley nodded slightly at her in affirmation. A voice from the back spoke up, it was Fred.

"Oi, Kings, what's all this about then?" Several other voices spoke up expressing their concern for the sudden meeting.

"This is Ms. Dol- Gran-Hermione's meeting." He seemed to be struggling with what to call her. She couldn't help but chuckle at the usually very articulate Minister.

"Firstly, I would like to apologize for the abruptness of the assembly. I know that it is getting late and many of you already had plans, but I feel I needed to get this out in the open before it ends up in the Prophet." Even without knowing the nature of the meeting several heads nodded in agreement, many of which had been on the wrong end of Skeeters quill.

"Some information has recently come to light and I want you all to know it was just as, if not more, shocking to me as it will be to you all. And it changes nothing."

"Well, come on then 'Mione, what is it?" Charlie asked encouragingly after a long pause.

"We found my birth certificate…. My magical birth certificate." There were several gasps around the room, not looking up she continued. "I am not a muggleborn. My magical name is Ailia Hermione Dolohov." It took several seconds for the information to sink in, but once it had all hell broke loose.

Molly Weasley seemed to be the worst of them all.

"You- You- BITCH." The words seemed to spew out of her mouth. "How dare you parade yourself around acting like you're better than everyone. Always have to be the smart one, the one constantly showing off. You're nothing but a dirty, death eater whore's bastard."

Hermione was stunned. She knew some people would react irrationally at the news, but this was just beyond anything she could have ever expected. Especially when it came to someone who mothered everyone. Including herself.

She stood suddenly, her hand lifting before she even knew what she was doing. The deafening sound of skin on skin before the shriek of pain and outrage had the room silenced. Without even looking back she quickly gathered herself and marched out the room. She was in her sitting room, closing the floo down before anyone at Grimmauld Place had even had a chance to process what had just happened.