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Hall pass

Chapter Four

"Hello, dad," said Ron as he stood up from Arthur's desk. He slowly walked around the desk, where he leaned against the edge with his arms a crossed his chest. Ron's face turned into a scowl, as he stared at his father. "Why did you do that to our family? How can you do that to mom? I can't believe that you did that to Hermione and haven't been helping her raise Rosie? What did mom say? Does she even know?"

Arthur stared at his son in disbelief. He didn't know what he was talking about. Why was Ron talking about Hermione? And why did he bring up Molly? "Son, I have no idea what you're talking about. Honestly."

"Did you cheat on mom with Hermione," said Ron.

Arthur opened his mouth in shock. Why would his son say something like that? He would never cheat on Molly. He sighed before he quickly sat down on the other chair in his office. That hall pass that Molly offered him. That was the only time that he slept with someone else. He slept with a muggle woman, so he knew that he didn't sleep with Hermione. Unless she also went partying disguised as a muggle.

That could be the only explanation that he could think about. Wait... thought Arthur, Rosie; Hermione's daughter shared the same traits with his older children. Is it possible that Rosie is his daughter?

It couldn't be. Hermione was mature for her age and barely went out partying. She wasn't that type of woman who goes out drinking and looking for a one night stand. Besides, there were plenty of wizards that had red hair and brown eyes so Rosie couldn't be his daughter. He was simply too old to be a father anymore, and if he could have more children, than, Molly would still be popping out more. After the war finished they never used protection or calculating methods, they just would have random sex, and never ended up pregnant. How could his son even say anything about him cheating on his wife with Hermione?

Arthur was confused. Really confused. He looked at his son again. "I honestly have no idea what's going on. Where did you hear all this rubbish?"

Ron sighed before he turned around and picked up this morning daily prophet. He handed the newspaper to his father.

Arthur looked over the cover page, as his jaw dropped. On the front cover was a picture of his daughter, Hermione, and a group of their friends at some random bar. The girls were drunk and hanging all over each other. There were bottles of butter beer and full glasses that might have been fire whiskey on the table surrounding them. He scanned the article, before sighing. He threw the paper away from him, and it landed in between him and his son.

Arthur couldn't believe that he had sex with Hermione. Ever since that night, he wished that he could have sex again with that person again. Hell, even Molly wanted that mysterious Muggle to share their bed. He wondered how Molly would react to Hermione being that mysterious person? Would she be pissed at him that he slept with Ron's ex-girlfriend? What would she say about his recent promise towards her? Would she still want to have sex with Hermione, know that she knew who she is?

What about Rosie? Would Molly be pissed that he had another child with a different woman? How could raise another child when all of this other children are grown and having kids of their own?

"Is it true," said Ron, as he kneeled in front of his father. "Did you cheat on mom with Hermione?"

"Son, it's not that simple," Arthur told him. He hoped that Ron wouldn't lose his temper.

"It is simple you cheated on mom. You had sex with a different woman. You got a different woman pregnant. How couldn't it be that simple? How will mom feel when she reads this paper? How will she feel that the man she loves for years cheated on her with a woman who can be young enough to be his daughter? How would..."

"Ron! Enough!" shouted Arthur so suddenly. He was angry. He couldn't stand his son accusing him of being a lousy husband when it wasn't only his fault. After all, it was Molly that wanted him to have a hall pass. "It was Molly's idea in the first place."

"Mom wanted you to sleep with Hermione? Hermione agreed to have sex with you?" asked Ron skeptical.

"No," said Arthur. He didn't want to explain this to his son, but he felt the need to. Arthur took in a deep breath. He didn't feel that comfortable talking about his sex life with his son. "Your mom made me have a one night stand. She thought that I might regret only sleeping with her, even though I told her several times that I wouldn't regret it. It was her idea that I had sex with someone else on the condition that I look like someone else. So I did had sex with someone else, but I didn't know it was Hermione that I had sex with. She looked entirely different. So I had sex with a stranger who I thought was a muggle so your mom and I wouldn't need to worry about running into the other woman."

"What are you going to do now?" asked Ron. "There's a ninety percent chance that Rose is your daughter. Are you going to ask Hermione to do a paternity test?"

Arthur closed his eyes. He didn't know what he was going to do right now. He honestly had no idea what he should do. He was aware that he needed to talk to Molly before he spoke to Hermione. He wanted his wife's opinion. She would know what to do.

"I'm going to talk to your mother before I get in touch with Hermione. I want her opinion on what I should do."

"Alright," said Ron as he stood up. He glanced at the clock on the other side of the room. It was getting late, and his lunch break was almost over. He gave his father a sympathetic look before he said, "I'm sorry that I can't stay later. My lunch hour is almost over, and I promised Harry that I would meet him for lunch."

"Alright, son," said Arthur as he gave his son a quick hug. He was glad that Ron was getting over his bouts of random anger when he didn't get his way.

Arthur knew that he couldn't let this new information occupy his mind all day. He walked over to his desk and began sorting through his paperwork and assignments that he needed to get done.

Arthur was so absorbed in his work that he didn't hear his office door opening up. He didn't listen to the locking and silencing spell being cast. He didn't hear the foot steps walking closer to him. He only noticed that someone else was in his office until he looked up from his paperwork and saw Molly sitting in the chair right in front of his desk.

"Molly, what are you doing here?" Arthur asked suddenly before a frown appeared on his face. He looked at his wife and noticed she looked off. "Are you alright? I take it that your read the daily prophet?"

"Yes," she muttered. Her brown eyes looked into his blue ones. "Did you know that it was Hermione that you had sex with?"

"No, I swear it wasn't Hermione that I slept with that night. I thought that woman was a Muggle. There is a high possibly that I did sleep with Hermione."

Molly leaned back into her chair. "Then Rosie might be your child."

"I have a feeling that she might be."

"What do you what to do?" she asked him.

"I don't know," said Arthur, as he ran his hand through over his face. "What do you think that I should do?"

Molly bite her lip. She knew what she wanted to do. She dreamed about something like this happening, but she never had the courage to tell her husband. Molly figured that the muggle woman, Arthur had sex with was Hermione using some kind of polyjuice potion, she grew excited. She was glad that the person was Hermione and not someone like Pansy or Narcissa.

"Do you really want my advice?" asked Molly.

Arthur nodded his head before replying, "What should we do?"

Molly got up from her chair and walked over to her husband. She stood behind his chair, put her hands on his shoulders, and bent her head down to his ear. "Do you remember what you promised me the other night in bed?"

"Yes," whispered Arthur.

"I still want that. I want to see your balls deep in Hermione, while she screams your name. I want to see the pleasure on your face as she cums around your cock. I 'd like you laying beside us in bed, watching us while I'm eating her out, and she begging you to fuck her."

Arthur closed his eyes, his breathing was labored. He knew that his wife wanted to spice up their marriage? He wasn't sure that was something Hermione would be interested in.

"That's what I want. The question is what you what, Arthur."

"I want you happy," he muttered.

"What do you think about having sex with Hermione?"

"She's hot," he said pausing. "She's also the same age as our youngest son."

"She's mature than the boys," Molly responded.

"We're too old for her," he stated.

"She told me about her crushes on her teachers," Molly responded again.

"She was raised as a muggle, Molly, she might not want to be in a triad relationship."

"Then we just need to convince her."

"What will our children think? What will the wizarding world think? Many are already disgusted that I have a child with her."

"I don't care what they think," responded Molly. After the second war with Voldemort, she didn't care what the public thought of her.

"Arthur," said Molly, as she looked into her husband's eyes. "I love you. I want you. I don't want to do anything that you're uncomfortable with. If you don't want to try to be in a relationship with Hermione than that is fine. We can help her raise Rosie. If that is what you want."

"I'm just worried," said Arthur. "I don't know how our children will react if we start trying to court Hermione."

"I think that they will be happy for Hermione and for us," responded Molly.

"You're right," said Arthur.

"If it worries you we can take this one step at a time."