Chapter 2

It was a week after the change. It was the night before Hermione was coming. Harry would come the week after. Ron was desperately thinking of what to say to them. Damn why isn't anything coming to me? Hermione's my best friend though everybody thought she was my… crush.

But the day came quicker than she thought possible. She was ready to cry because of the stress and nervousness. In no time at all…

"Hermione!" cried Mrs. Weasley. She gave the girl the customary hug.

"Hi, Mrs. Weasley. It good to see you, but where's Ron?" said Hermione.

"Ron's upstairs dear, with lots to talk to you," said Mrs. Weasley.

Climbing up the stairs, Hermione called "Ron!"

"Yeah! Come up!" called Ron.

Hermione had already sensed something different this visit. There was a sort of awkwardness as if the Weasleys were keeping a secret. She had sensed that it had something to do with Ron. Ron, I hope you are alright. I know you will tell me what your secret is, but still…I am worried. She reached Ron's top floor bedroom. The door was semi-closed. She knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Hermione entered. The sight that met her was a surprise. Sitting on the bed was an auburn-haired Veela. Hermione had read up on the creatures and seen some at the Quidditch World Cup, but had not been prepared to take in what she was seeing. This Veela did not look like most Veela, which meant that she should either be Royalty or just Elemental. Lesser Veela do not have the same ethereal look, instead they just look beautiful, until they get angry. The Elemental or Royal bloodlines are ethereal when happy and are downright hellish when angry. They have a majesty that the Lesser Veela do not. As Hermione had read, Lesser Veela were supposed to be the lowest of the class system, with Elemental Veela sandwiched in the middle and Royalty at the top, the Queen and her Heiress.

"Oh my god, Ron…you're…how?" asked Hermione stunned and a little disappointed. But I love Ron…the old Ron. She had established that she was in love with Ron a few months ago, but had not admitted it. It seemed that she wouldn't stand a chance against Ron's mate. I can't be with him. If I do anything to separate her and her mate, she will die. I can't do that. Ron's my friend first and the one I am in love with second. I am a Gryffindor. I will brave this out.

"I was adopted," said Ron simply.

"The Veela wouldn't trust others, unless they are of their own kind," said Hermione.

"I was adopted by my aunt. I still can't help, but call her mum. I suppose I have two of each parent, though I can't count on my real father," said Ron.

"Huh? What do you mean? Do you know who you father is?" asked Hermione.

"Here," said Ron. She threw the letter that her mother had sent her. Hermione caught it before it fluttered to the ground. An audible gasp was heard.

"Oh Ron, I am so sorry," said Hermione.

"I thought you would freak out and turn on me," said Ron.

"No, why would I? You're my best friend!" said Hermione. "I know everyone thinks that the sins of a father are passed on to his child, but that's not true. I know you're not like that. I just hope everyone else doesn't mind, though the Slytherins would look at you like you're even more dirt because you are Harry's best friend and Voldemort's kid, since you're literally a blood traitor. Other Gryffindors might think you are a threat to Harry because you are Voldemort's kid. But that means that your mate could either be Gryffindor or Slytherin because of your personality and parentage."

"Thanks Herm."

"No problem Ron."

"My true name was and will be Veritus Pandorae. My mother chose the name by blood. I can never refer to her as my mum. I guess I have two mothers, maybe three…since you have always acted like one."

Not missing a beat, Hermione looked at her friend askance. "Still an idiot," she muttered.

"Come on Herm. I was just joking," said Ron.

"Whatever, Ron," said Hermione.

"Dinner!" called Mrs. Weasley.

"Coming!" called back Ron.