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A/N: Hey guys, I was just overlooking my reviews for this story and they inspired me to right more. Its so annoying because I have the whole story in my head with what I want to happen but it is so hard to get on paper. I decided to continue it and the chapters may be really short and not updated constantly but I hope you are happy anyway. I am in year 11 at the moment and have heaps of tests and exams and stuff so it will be hard for me to find time to write but as I have said, you guys want more so I will give you more. Hope you like this chapter even though it is really short and please Review!
Chapter 2
The letter fell to the floor of the carriage as her hands flew to her mouth. Tears soundlessly flowed down her cheeks and she let out a tiny gasp, staring at Blaise who stared back right back, confusion and intrigue dancing in his eyes.
"I'm going to meet her," she said more to herself then Blaise. "I'm going to meet my real mother."
"What?" Blaise asked in shock.
"My real mum. I'm going to finally meet her," Hermione rambled, practically bouncing up and down in her seat. "I have been waiting for this day for years. But what if she doesn't like me, or what if she decides she doesn't want me. What if she doesn't show up?"
"Hermione, slow down," Blaise said sternly, placing his hand firmly on her shoulders and staring into her panicked looked eyes. She slowly calmed down and stopped bouncing in her seat. "What are you talking about? What do you mean by your real mother?"
"I'm not a muggle-bourn," she said seriously. "I have known since before I came to Hogwarts. But I had to suck it up and take it as it came since I wasn't allowed to let anyone know. I couldn't prove it anyway since I don't know who my real parents are, just that they are wizards. But now that I'm going to meet my real mother, maybe I can finally get out of those awful muggles house and move in with them. Maybe I can finally have my own room."
"Your own room?"
"Well I have been living in the attic since I was tree years old. I don't even have a bed, I just sleep on my clothes," she said disdainfully. "But my mother said that we can finally be a family again. But maybe they will put me in the attic to. Victoria said that's where bushy hared, ugly freaks like I belong."
"Oh, Mia-" Blaise stopped suddenly, and they both stared at each other in shock. "Um, I- I just thought, you know, since Hermione is such a mouth full. And I like Mia since its cute and it suits you. I'm sorry, you probably hate it."
"No," Hermione said putting her hand on his knee, and smiled softly at him. " I love it. Ron always calls me Herms, which is awful and sounds like some sort of fungal disease, and Harry calls me Mione, which sounds like his whining. It gets seriously annoying."
"Good. I love Mia to," his face all of a sudden went bright red. "I mean I love the name, not you…. Not that I don't like you, I really like you. I was just…." He buried his face in his hands and groaned while Hermione fell into a fit of giggles.
He looked up and grinned at her, and she grinned back. Hermione's grin dropped however and her eyes squeezed shut as she felt the carriage come to a sudden halt and she was flung across the short length of the carriage and into Blaise's arms. He gave a loud 'oof' as their bodies collided, but quickly wrapped his arms around her waist to prevent her from falling to the floor of the now still carriage.
A/N: Hope you liked it and I will hopefully find time to write the next chapter and post it soon. Please Review!