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Chapter 8

"Wanna talk about it?" He put a freshly brew cup of tea in front of her.

She shook her head, "No."

He took the stool across from her, stirring honey into his tea. "Was he terribly upset?"

She stared at the tea, nodding slowly.

"He has a right to be. I would be too."

She nodded again. "I know. I should have listened to you. I should have told him."

He smiled, "That's why they call me the Choose One."

She laughed, "Right. So Choosen One, what do I do now?"

Harry tapped his finger on his chin, "You beg for forgiveness and bake him a cake."

She put her head down, "Ugh, I don't think I can beg. And I definitely can't bake."

It was Harry's turn to laugh, "Well then, you're screwed."

She sniffled, "He hates me."

"No he doesnt. Everything will be fine. Malfoy will get over it."

She shook her head. "No. I don't think he will. You didn't hear things he said to me; the way he looked at me."

Harry came around the kitchen island and hugged his best friend. "It's you, Mione. He can't stay mad at you. He never could."

She exhaled heavily, "It's different this time. I really messed up. I almost got my son killed….his son."

Harry nodded, "Yeah….but how were you suppose to know about the ritual?"

Hermione brushed him away, "I should have known. I should have done the research. I was just so…."

"Distracted." He finished.

She nodded. "Did you know?

Harry took a deep breath, "Yes."

Hermione stared at him in disbelief, "Why didn't you say anything?"

He shrugged, "There aren't many pureblood's left. I mean, really there isn't a witch or wizard that isn't half or less. I guess I figured that the pureblood thing with the Malfoys was all talk. I never really believed."

She laughed, "Well I guess you were wrong. They are holier than shit."

"He will forgive you." Harry squeezed her shoulder.

"I wouldn't."

"And Neville?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

She shook her head, "Fucked that up too."

"I hear he's in The States."

"I don't want to talk about it."

"That friends with benefits crap never works. Someone always falls in love. It inevitable."

"I know...I was just so messed up."

The kitchen door swung open, "Poor Hermione Granger. She had two of the Wizarding World most eligible bachelors breaking down her door. Now she has no one. Sad."

"Pansy." Harry warned.

Pansy shrugged her shoulders, "What? Tell me I'm wrong. Little Ms. Perfect has gone and messed up everything. Boo hoo."

Harry stepped in front of her, "Parkinson!"

Pansy scoffed, "Really, Potter? Are we in Hogwarts again? Move." She pushed him aside. "Granger, this is for you. I highly recommend you open it sooner rather than later." She handed Hermione a letter.

Hermione took it. Her name was scrawled on the front in perfect penmanship. She flipped it over to the back. A Ministry seal.

"Do you want us to leave?" Harry asked.

"I'm not leaving." Pansy sneered, "This is my home."

She shook her head, "It's probably just work related."

Pansy laughed, "I seriously doubt it, Granger. Don't you recognize the seal? Probably not, huh? It's the Ministry's Family Court Seal."

The what-yes she knew such a thing existed, but she had never seen the seal. Her heart beat increased. What did they want?

Harry took the envelope and examined the seal. Pansy was right. He received the same envelope and seal when Teddy was left in his care.

Hermione grabbed it back. She took a deep breathe and rubbed her finger over the seal. It jolted to life:

Ms. Hermione Jean Granger,

You are to appear in front of the Ministry on May 13th. You are being summoned to answer for multiple crimes, including but not limited to, kidnapping, child neglect and endangerment. You are also being challenged for sole custody of one, Aldri Granger Malfoy. If you fail to appear on the given date, a Auror will be assigned to bring you in. Thank you and have a good day.

The letter tore itself up and burst into flames. Hermione sat shocked, unable to move. Harry stared at the ashes, too stunned to say anything….Pansy smirked as she walked out of the room, "Someone better clean up that mess."