Chapter 4

You could hear a pin drop in the great hall as everyone took in the shock. That their golden girl, Hermione Granger was somehow blood connected to Voldemort. Hermione was standing next to Harry who had his arms around her as if trying to protect her from the anger that they were waiting for, from their fellow classmates.

"WHAT?!" Ron's voice echoed through the great hall as he watched his best friend hug his other best friend tightly, "wha…How?...When…What" He couldn't get a sentence out only words. Hermione. Sweet, smart Hermione had a blood connection to that sociopath. Wait, he thought, why is not Harry shocked. He looked closer at Harry where he stood hugging Hermione protective, then it dawn to him. "You knew" it wasn't a question, but Harry answered anyway "Yes". It was short but enough for Ron to get mad, no he wasn't mad, he was angry, pissed. She told Harry but not him? Why? Didn't she trust him? Why was he never enough?

More voices was now yelling, asking questions that Hermione didn't want to answer as the other students came out of their shock. She looked over at the one boy she knew would connect her name to something more.

Her honey eyes sought through the crowed for the silvery grey eyes of Draco Malfoy.

And as Draco's silver eyes met Hermione's honey Brown eyes, she felt as if he could see right through her. Like his eyes where caress her skin as his hands had done, that night in the ballroom. Her eyes looked down on his lips as he mouthed the one word that no one else knew except for Harry.

'Princess' He mouthed.

Princess, Princess, Princess. PRINCESS. The word was stuck in his head since the Headmistress said Granger's real name. He felt a cold feeling wash over him as he remembered the ball he attended that summer. The ball of a beautiful Princess, with that exact name.

His eyes looked her over, trying to see of it could be her of course it's her. How many have a name like that, Idiot. He thought angry as his silver eyes met her honey brown. He remembered the feeling of her hand in his. She had been so different that night. Like she was another person, not the muggleborn know-it-all, but as if, she was someone from his world. He knew that the English royal family was the only royal muggle family who held any power in the pureblood society, by the fact that their bloodline went back to King Arthur, the best friend of Merlin.

Many royal family's had power in magical society's but only the English had in the pureblood, not even the royal families with magical blood in them held as much power as the English. And now here the Princess was, 'the brightest witch at age' he thought bitterly.

He shacked his head and looked at her again. She looked small there she stood with Potters arms around her, all vulnerable and weak. It wasn't her. He couldn't wrap his mind around how she looked there she stood. Hermione Granger- or Riddle – was not weak or vulnerable, she was, and he would denial this to anyone who would ask, strong.

His eyes moved up to her face, where they met her bright brown eyes and his lips soundlessly formed the one word who not leave his mind.

'Princess' He mouthed.

Harry hugged Hermione tightly as the others attacked her with questions, he knew this would be hard for her and he was so proud of her for coming forward with it even if it was of all of it. He bowed down to whisper in her ear "we can go to the common room if you want to" When he felt her nod her head against his chest, he took her hand in his and begun to lead her out of the great hall. They were almost at the door when he felt some one grip his shoulder and turned him around. His green eyes met the angry blue one of his best friend Ron.

"How long?" Ron growled as his grip on Harry's shoulder harden. Looking in his eyes, he answered in a calm voice "Since you left". It was low and nobody would have heard it if not every single one of the 8th year students had gone quiet to listen to the fight between the golden trio.

Ron's cold blue eyes turned to Hermione who had been quiet for almost all of the night. "What? Don't you have anything to say to me?" His voice was angry, hard. He was yelling. He could see tears in her eyes, but he didn't care. "Why does he know? Why didn't you tell me?" Why wasn't I good enough? He asked silently in his head.

Hermione didn't want to say it, she didn't want to bring it all up again. She had to tell the truth, all of it. "I couldn't tell…" Her voice was hoarse again. She felt a warm hand lace itself with hers. Harry squeezed her hand and gave her an encouraging smile I'm always here for you it said. "Taking a deep breath she started again "I couldn't tell you because I didn't t-t-trust you." Her voice was shaking. She knew she had to tell him everything before someone else did. Her eyes flicked to Malfoy, he was the only one beside Harry who knew.

Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath. She opened her eyes, let out a deep breath and looked him in the eyes "Can we talk about this later, when we're alone?" She gave him a pointed look as if telling him to back off. There were no reason to tell everyone about the problems between the golden trio.

Coward her mind hissed at her. She knew she would have to tell them all at some point but she wanted to tell Ron alone. She didn't want him to blow up in front of everyone.

"No" his voice were hard, cold. "We will talk about it right here" his voice left no room for disagreements, Ron were cold. A side she knew too well after their time together in that tent, she shivered just thinking about that time. "Fine" she growled, if he wanted everyone to know then everyone would know. "After you left" she spat the 'left' out as if it gave her a bad taste "I told Harry everything about myself. I told him who I was and what I was, he accepted me" She looked up at Harry, he really was like her big brother. "The month I came back from Australia I invited him to come home with me and stay there. He got quite the shock when he came there." A chuckle left both Hermione and Harry's lips as they recalled the first time he had visited her. "Why was it a shock?" a small voice called out from the group who was standing around them all waiting curios to hear what more there was to the golden girl. "Well, as you all now know my real name is Hermione Rosalie Jean Riddle, Voldemort was my uncle and I am the Princess of England" If they had thought Hermione being blood connected to Voldemort was a shock then this was faint worthy, and faint some of them did.

Okay so I am kind of disappointed with this chapter and so sorry for taking so damn long. School is hell right know.

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