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Hall pass

Chapter three

"Hermione," whispered Ginny, as she gently shook her best friend's exposed shoulders. Ginny sat down on the edge of Hermione's king sized bed. "Hermione, wake up you're going to be late for work."

"Go away," muttered Hermione, as she snuggled further under her warm blankets before falling back to sleep.

"House elves are finally free," stated Ginny, before sighing. "Harry and I are getting a divorce. Fleur has an identical twin sister who's been screwing my brother while Fleur has been screwing Snape in front of Dumbledore's portrait. Luscious Malfoy became the next minister for magic and his first rule as a leader is topless Fridays."

"What are you muttering about," whispered Hermione before she lifted her messy head up from her bed. She turned to look at her best friend with a frown on her face. "House elves have declared that they're going to give the Malfoy men a lap dance on Fridays, with them only wearing shirts."

Ginny snorted, "That would be funny but sickening. No, I was just saying random shit to make you wake up."

"Are you and Harry getting a divorce?" Hermione asked. She didn't think that her friends would ever get to that point.

"No," said Ginny. "If fact Harry and I have great news."

"Yeah," said Hermione as she sat up in her bed. She groaned as the realized that she slept in her dress from the club last night. Hermione stretched as she realized that she had a stiff neck from sleeping in a wrong direction.

"We're having a baby," said Ginny.

"Congratulations, Ginny," said Hermione before she started frowning. "How long have you known you were pregnant? Weren't you drinking last night?"

"We have known for a week now, and I wasn't drinking any alcohol last night. I handed my glasses off to one of the other women and was drinking apple juice instead."

Hermione's eyes widened as she glanced at her alarm clock, noticing it was past one in the afternoon. She quickly scrambled out of bed, nearly tripping over the high heel shoes that she was wearing last night. "Crap, I'm running late. I have to pick up Rose."

"Rose is in her crib taking a nap. I picked her up from Bill's before I came over here. With the amount of alcohol that you were drinking last night, I knew that you weren't going to be up early."

"How much did I drink?"

"You drank quite a lot last night," said Ginny, hesitantly as she looked at her best friend. She took a deep breath, hoping her best friend wouldn't become offended with her next question. She took another deep breath before she suddenly blurted out, "is Rose my half sister."

Hermione turned around to face Ginny. She opened and closed her mouth several times. It seemed like she couldn't get the words past her lips.

"What?" asked Hermione, as her face pale a bit. She sighed, knowing that she needed to tell her best friend the truth. Hermione sat down on the end of her bed. She folded her hands in her lap. She let out a deep breath before replying, "how did you know the Rosie is your sister?"

"You told Luna and I last night while you were very drunk," said Ginny. "Why did you even sleep with my dad?"

"I didn't know that I had sex with him," said Hermione. "I went to that club looking like someone else. He didn't know who I was and I didn't know who he was either."

"How did you find out then?"

"I had the nurse, on the day that she was born to check who he was, right after you left my room. I was afraid that I might have unknowingly slept with one of your brothers."

"Why would my dad cheat on my mom?" asked Ginny.

"I don't know," responded Hermione. "Maybe it was a one-time thing, or they might do it often to spice up their love life."

Ginny suddenly winced, before she fell back onto my bed. "You slept with my father. You told me all the details of that one night." She sat up on the bed and stared at her friend. "Are you going to tell my father about Rosie?"

"I don't know. I know that Arthur should be aware of her, and she needs her dad in her life. I just don't want to ruin your parent's relationship, especially since he apparently cheated on her with me. What would your brothers think about me then? They would hate me, never talk to me again. I would be breaking up your family, and I don't want to do that."

"Hermione," said Ginny, as she slowly rubbed circles on her friends back. "My brothers won't hate you. They would be surprised that you slept with our father. Ron might be a bit upset at first although he would get over it. My mom, she would love having another baby in the house, she would be surprised at first, but I think that she would get used to the idea of helping raise another child."

"What should I do?" I asked her.

"How about we eat some lunch first since I know that you might be starving. Then we will come up with a plan to tell my father that he has another daughter."

"Alright," said Hermione, knowing that a good meal will help her think of a better plan to tell Arthur that he has a daughter with his daughters best friend.

Arthur smiled as he walked out of the lift at the Ministry of Magic, and made his way down to his office on the second floor. He smiled and waved at some witches and wizards that passed him by, while the middle-aged and up shook their heads at him, and the younger ones smirked. He shook his head realizing that wasn't the usual hi and waves he got.

"Congratulations," said a wizard that passed by him.

Arthur turned his head slightly so he could look behind him; he knew that younger unknown man couldn't be talking to him, except that no one else was there.

"You should be so ashamed of yourself," muttered an older witch before slamming her office door as soon as he was walked by her door. He could have sworn that she muttered something by along the line of, "Poor Molly."

Arthur sighed what was going on? The closer he got to his office there were more and more witches and wizards offering their congratulation's and yelling at him. They were severely confusing him. Why were they congratulations him? He didn't get a promotion, so why were they congratulating him? And why were they calling him a cheater? He didn't cheat. He hated when people cheat, especially their political system.

Arthur shut the door to his office, before leaning against that door and closing his eyes. He took in a deep breath before releasing it.

"Hello, dad," said his son, darkly.