A/N: As promised, here is the third chapter. As I have said before, I am trying to write as fast as I can, and then come back later and edit the chapters to be longer, fuller and make more sense. However, this seems to be a great route to go to see if anyone actually likes the story before I go through all of that. Thanks for reading!

"You can't be serious!" Rose screeched. She had never had so much disdain for her mother. Ever.

Hermione could do nothing but hand her head.

"Unfortunately, I am serious. However, there isn't much that I can do about it at the moment. It wasn't something that I wanted to keep from you to be cruel, but because I didn't think that it was really something that you needed to know. However, now that I realize how serious the situation really is, I knew that I couldn't keep it from you any longer."

"It's not the keeping it from me part that has me so upset!" Rose yelled. "It's the principle behind the matter. 'Rose, don't get involved with too many boys at once. You're still young'", she mimicked.

"Maybe I want you to learn from my mistakes," was all that Hermione was able to say. She was truly at a loss for words.

"In what way? So that I wouldn't screw my way through school?"

For the first time in her life, Hermione slapped her daughter.

"How dare you talk to me like that! Regardless of how you feel about what happened in my past, it doesn't give you any right to talk to me that way. I am still your mother, whether you like it or not!"

"Or not is the right response! You're horrible and I can't believe you!"

Rose rushed to her room and slammed the door so hard that everything that was up on the walls shook with the force.

She didn't know what to do. Her daughter hated her, though she probably had good reason to, and for the first time in her life, she was truly stumped as to what to do.

She was deep in thought with how she should proceed from where when she heard a loud banging at the door.

Sighing, she went over to answer it. Even in the wizarding world it was considered rude for people to just apperate inside your house.

She gasped in shock as her two best friends, Ginny and Luna, stood on the doorstep waiting to be invited inside.

After a few moments pause, Luna said, "Aren't you going to invite us in? Or are we all going to sit out here for the rest of the afternoon?"

Hermione began to apologize.

"I'm sorry. Please, please come in. Sorry. Rose and I just had a fight, she's barricaded herself up in her room, and I'm not sure what to do about."

Ginny shrugged. "She'll tire of it sooner or later, everyone goes through it. I know I certainly did."

Hermione and Luna kind of looked at each other, as they had both been only children, they didn't' catch meaning that Ginny was getting at.

"My brothers would tease me mercilessly. So I would go to my room, put a hex on the doorknob and just try to let them come in. there were some pretty funny results, and Mum and Dad didn't care for it too much, but after awhile, I just kind of grew out of it."

Hermione shook her head. "It wasn't anything like that." She sighed.

"I told Rose about her father today. Something I had never told anyone, including the two of you, and now she hates me."

"Why?" the both asked together.

"Let me just start from the beginning."

They settled themselves comfortably on the sofa and Hermione offered them refreshments before she began to talk.

"Well, you both obviously know that I had her when I was quite young."

They nodded.

"But what I didn't mention was the fact that, well, I was never quite sure exactly who her father was."

Ginny and Luna were only able to stare at her.

"I know, I know," she continued on. "It was something you never would have suspected of me, right? To be perfectly honest, it was something I never would have suspected of myself, either. That's kind of why I never told anyone exactly what was going on."

Ginny shook her head. "That wasn't what we meant at all! We were just surprised, that's all. You know that we are your best friends and only want what's best for you."

Luna, who had always been known to just speak her mine, regardless of what anyone else thought, was the one to ask, "Well, if you don't know who her father is, do you at least know who it could be?"

Hermione gave a laugh, that everyone, including herself, knew was fake.

"I do. But that doesn't really mean I want to talk about it."

Ginny shook her head, again. "Hermione! We are your best friends. You were just telling us how all this is going on, but you won't tell us? Why? Is it that horrible?"

"Not necessarily, but you might think that I am when you hear about it."

"Just tell us already."

She took a deep breath and began to tell her story.

"Her father is one of three. Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, or Ron, your brother Ginny."

They just continued to stare at her.

"Didn't you hear me?"

"We heard you alright," Ginny said. "But I don't see what the big deal is."

"I just said her father could be your brother! She could be your niece!"

"I know, but it isn't the worst thing in the world. I mean, everyone knew the two of you had a thing for each other."

"So you don't have a single idea? I mean, there isn't one that you suspect a little more than the other?" Luna asked.

"Not really. It was during the summer, and it all happened so fast, that by the time I found out I was pregnant… well, it could have been any of them."

"You do have yourself a problem," Ginny and Luna said together.

"Mamma mia!" all three of them at the same time.