Chapter 2

Happy was a bit of a stretch for Harry, he thought the over this was a huge waste of his time; but I made Hermione happy and that was good enough reason to go along with it.

The school was less than 2 blocks away but Emma had insisted to drop them off and meet their teacher. Nothing in their life had been normal and this was something she had dreamed of ever since she knew she wanted kids. It was something she thought she would never get to do. She couldn't help but smile as she loaded them with up with kindergarten supplies for school instead of yellow legal pads.

She could tell that they were in the back seat doing their; 'we not talking aloud thing.' What the conversation was about she could only speculate from expressions.

'I don't like this Hermione'

'I know you don't.'

'Anything to add to that?'

'Thank You?' She smiled at him.

That smile warmed his heart. He had long ago come to terms that what he felt for his younger sister was more then he should. The mourning was his best and worst times of day. He got a kiss, and she always smiled at him. It was the part where she could never be his that was the worst. It was one of them few things they ever argued about. He didn't care he loved her, but she would not accept that. It was improper and illegal for them to be together.

Hermione could tell by his body language that he was thinking about 'IT' again. 'Don't worry harry you will grow out of it, meet and nice girl that I approve of and then this won't come between us anymore.'

'I don't want to talk about it' he sighed mentally nothing had changed since the last time they talked. He loved her, and she him but nothing could or would come from it and they both needed to move on so to speak or that was the plan according to her.

"We are here." Emma interrupted a fight she didn't know was about to start.

The teacher and Emma exchanged words while they stood outside the class room.

While Harry and Hermione stood a few feet apart stealing glance at each other.

'Harry remember why we are here and try to make friends.' Hermione was all but scolding him.

'These people are still developing mentally; we are on a different level no way can I be in an honest friendship. They in no way could give anything real into.

'Harry I know you have never played a game of tag'

'SO?'

'Your six, you should do that. They are kids and they are the instructors here. Who better to teach us about being kids then kids?"

'I don't want to be a kid, I was a kid I got over and now I am not sure what I am but, this is silly.'

'Are you calling my idea silly?'

'When you idea is silly then I feel; as your older brother a need to call you on it.'

'Why are you using the word silly? I feel as if you are using that word to drive home your point.'

'Yes my choice of that vernacular was intentional.'

'You don't want to play scrabble with me Harry.' Hermione taunted him

'Oh miss I know every word that should be known, plus I know you cheat.'

'How do I cheat?'

'I don't know but your tile selection is not random. You get exactly what you want when you want it.'

'It is a gift.' she couldn't help but smirk

'Just like me moving things with my mind is, and is still cheating.'

'It is not like we can play twister any more' She poke an unintentional sore spot.

'The position we found ourselves in was not my fault. My reaction was because of your stimulation to a body part of mine.'

He could help the fact that he got aroused when his sisters body was bent over and gyrating slightly as she tried to hold her position and not fall. Her ass pressed against his penis. Her every mussel twitch it accidently rubbed her vagina against him.

For him it was his most erotic memory, the showers he knew wouldn't actually arouse him tell hormones kicked it but is body still responded to physical stimuli. For her it was her most embarrassing thing she had done, part of that was because of how much she enjoyed the stimuli and the thought of his reaction to it mostly because she knew how wrong both those thoughts were.

Hermione could see the glassy look in his eye; she could tell he was thinking about it a lot more than she ever let herself. '

"Class is about to start you tow should head in." The teacher broke the moment.

Harry was thinking of faking any sort of illness to get out of going into that room. 'This is so stupid.' Harry broadcast to Hermione before turning to enter the class room.

'If this is so STUPID then you can sit by yourself today.' She responded before she turned dramatically and walked in to class.

Harry took a set on the brightly colored carpet. He wanted to slap the person who thought that this was a good decorating idea. Hermione took a set almost opposite to him. She felt something, she only normally felt when she and harry had been apart for the day. The best way she could describe it was a pull. It was easy for her to figure out when it was coming from, it was the red headed boy sitting next to her. It made him fell calm, it was the same felling she associated with harry but none of this dawned on her. It just felt right sitting next to him.

"Ron." The boy stuck out his hand.

"Hermione." She shook it and smiled at him.

Harry didn't like this boy. That was his smile. Sure Hermione smiled a lot for a lot of reason, but that was his mourning smile. It reached her eyes and made the day worth waking up to. She never smiled like that at anyone else before.

Harry watched her over the next few hours, while they did normal kid things finger paint and play with toys. He watched her body language shift and she casual touched his arm and laugh at things he said; apparently she thought he was funny because she laughed a lot. She was flirting with him, subconsciously but she was.

By the time the day was over Harry couldn't take it anymore. He had accepted that his sister wouldn't ever give herself over to their unusual relationship; but this was tearing him apart. It hurt him in an emotional way that nothing in his life could have prepared him for. He tried to reason with himself that it was nothing, but that didn't stop it from hurting.

The day was over and parents were coming to pick up their kids. It was the first time since they arrived that Hermione has acknowledged his existence. 'Hermione can we talk?'

'If by take you mean this mind speak thing you do then yes. Wasn't class wonderful? I made such a good friend today. He nice and smart and he tells great jokes he has a lot of older brothers two of them are twins and quite the jokers.'

'Hermione stop.'

She caught the tone in his voice something was wrong; oh she forgot temporally the 'argument 'they were having before class. 'It is ok Harry, she tried to reassure him. I am not mad anymore, thank you for doing this with me.'

'No.'

'No; what?'

Harry closed his eyes and started sending her images of the day for his perspective. She watched her self; it didn't take her long before she caught on to what he was trying to explain to her. 'Oh Harry I didn't even know, but we both knew this day was going to come. I am sorry it hurts, this is a good thing it will help us move on.'

Harry was going to burst. 'Move ON! MOVE ON! I love you, move on. FINE ILL MOVE ON.' She felt his mind stop touching hers.

"Harry." She spoke aloud. "When you have calmed down you can come and talk to me." Then she saw something she thought she would never see in his eyes, pain and she knew that she was the cause. She couldn't do anything about it. It was the right thing to do; at some point it had to be done and he would thank her someday.

When Emma picked her kids up she didn't know if something was wrong or they were speaking in their heads but Harry was facing away from her and Hermione looked like she was conflicted by the look on her face.

When they arrived home; Harry was the first to say anything. "Mom can you get Dad here I need to talk to both of you alone."

"Sure Harry."

Hermione look like she had just been slapped but didn't say anything and left the room.

When Richard enter the kitchen to get and snack; he had no clue about what was going on.'

"Dear Harry wants to talk to us."

Richard looked around for Hermione; they were very not in the same room. "Sure, where is Hermione?"

Emma shot him a glance. "Harry wanted to talk to us alone."

"Oh." The last time Harry said he wanted to talk to him alone was the day he stood by the mail box waiting for a letter that could change their life forever?

(WOOOO FASHBACK)

Dan sat down holding a plain folder in his hands. Was or could he be a father again had his wife cheated on him. Emma stood over his shoulder wondering what this letter could mean for her growing family. He looked up see Harry looking at him in a way that made him shiver.

"Dad we need to talk alone."

Emma looked at her son, and her husband. She wanted to refuse to leave this was a major event that effected her life. When he heard her husband, say something. "Please."

She looked stunned but she left the room anyway.

"Dad, don't open it."

"What?"

"Don't open it."

"Why?"

"You don't want to; nothing you need to know is in there."

"You know what this is right."

"Yes, but you are about to screw it up."

"What?"

"Dad, you are about to ask a question you can't un-ask. You open that you are telling mom that you think she could have cheated on you." Harry paused for a second, "My sister is gowning in Mom; she is a blessing. This family is a blessing. Dad give the letter to me, go kiss Mom tell her you love and accept that Hermione is a blessing and you don't need a test or anything else to tell you that. Assure her you trust her and promise to never open this letter."

Richard's hands were shaking. He was so unsure of what to do when he heard Harry in a pleading voice almost a whispered "Please." he handed over the letter to Harry. It felt like the weight of the world had been lifted off this chest. As he stood up and left the room to see his wife.

Later that night Harry opened it up, he couldn't stand not knowing. His eyes darted across the page. When he saw what he was looking for. Sperm count to low. Tests show that you are not the father. Wrong blood type, D.N.A conforms that you are not this child's paternal father.

Harry destroyed the letter replacing it with a plain sheet of paper. He would take this knowledge to his grave.

(END FASHBACK)

"Mom; Dad I am going to go to America to study, I am going to accept one of the full rides I have been offered." Harry spoke and they both knew it was not a question.

END CHAPTER!

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