A/N: Ok, this is the next chappie, hope you like it!
"Your not serious!" Ginny said, placing a hand on Hermione's shoulder. Hermione just nodded leaving her head burried in her hands, tears streaming out her eyes.
"J-just dont tell R-Ron or H-H-Harry!" She said quietly, taking her hands away from her face. "Y-you know what t-they'd do i-if they kn-knew!" Ginny nodded, but her gaze fell suddenly over Hermione's shoulder.
"If they knew what?" Ron asked walking over. "If you need any curses then the Library... my god Hermione! Whats wrong?" Hearing this Harry ran over to his crying friend, who's hands were now covering her face.
"Mione?" he asked carefully. "Mione, whats wrong, you know you can tell us!"
Hermione shook her head, tears leeking through the hands that covered her face.
"Do you want me to tell them?" Ginny asked kindly. Hermione nodded and ran out of the Gryffindor common room, tears still streaming down her face.
Running around a corner, Hermione ran into someone, causing her to fall over. But instead of getting up, she just sat there crying.
"Whats wrong Granger?" a voice said above her. Looking up, Hermione met a pair of eyes, that were also bursting with tears.
"I... I was so stupid!" Hermione said, letting Pansy sit down next to her. "I thought... I thought that... that he actually cared!" Pansy placed a hand on Hermione's shoulder.
"Normally I wouldn't talk to you Granger," Pansy said, getting into a more comfortable position. "But... but no-one else could help me!" Hermione nodded, watching Pansy's eyes.
"I... I just found out that I was adopted... and that I'm not really a Pureblood... I'm... I'm a muggle born, like you," Pansy met Hermione's eyes full on. "And... I'm scared. I want to know who my real parents are!" Hermione nodded again, scanning her memory for any spell, charm, or even potion, that might be of use.
"I think I can help, but It'll take a while for the result," Hermione said, watching Pansy carefully.
"Thank you!" Pansy said, hugging Hermione so tight that she couldn't breathe.
"Uh..." she choked. "Pansy... I have lungs... that need air!"
"Oh, right, sorry," Pansy said, letting go.
"Hey, uh, Hermione?" Pansy asked as they walked through the abandoned corridor. "Why are you helping me? I mean, I've been a complete bitch to you!" Hermione just laughed.
"I guess, it was because of how you were to me," Hermione said. "I've felt a strange feeling towards you for a while, but it's not one of hate. I guess I helped you because, I wanted to give you another chance, and... I kinda wanted to be your friend, if that makes sence,"
"Yeah," Pansy said as they turned the corner. "Yeah, it does, but you never told me why you were crying. Cummon! Spill!" Hermione laughed and nodded.
"Well I think we need to sit down for this, it's a long story,"
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"...So, in the end, I guess I was a bit stupid to think that he cared," Hermione said, finishing her recap.
"Mione, thats so sad," Pansy said, placing her hand of Hermiones. "I'm sorry," Hermione smiled.
"Its not your fault," she said cheerfully. "And to tell the truth, talking to you about it, it really made me feel better!" Pansy stood and took Hermione's hand, helping her up.
"So... are we friends?" Pansy asked hopefully.
"Yeah, I suppose we are!"
