A/N: Hello everyone!!!! I now present to all of you readers and reviewers the 2nd to the last chapter!

Sad isn't it? Although I really want to make this fic a long one, I can't. Our school will start this week and if I will make this very long I won't be able to concentrate on my studies. So, without any further ado, I would like to present all of you the 11th chapter of Rich in Romance. Enjoy and don't forget to review!!!!!!!

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"Of course he will," Luna said without hesitation when I asked her the same question the next day.

We were pigging out on sundaes at Briar Grangers' ice cream parlor. "Harry is crazy about you, I can tell, and he's even met your dad—you're real dad." She shook her head in amazement. "I still can't believe he thought your father was Grant Granger!"

"Me either." I took a spoonful of my Strawberry Special. "On the hike last night, Harry told me how much he liked Dad and how great it is that he takes his gardening so seriously. I guess Harry thinks he's one of those eccentric millionaires you read about in the papers, the ones who dress shabbily and do their own work."

"Could be," Luna agreed. "But it's not right to let him go on thinking that, Mione. You've lucked out so far, but Harry is bound to learn the truth sooner or later. Wouldn't you rather tell him yourself than have he find out by accident?"

I sighed. "I guess so. The longer this whole thing goes on, the more lies I have to tell, and the worse it makes me feel."

"So be honest with Harry."

"I want to, but—" I bit my lip. "Oh, Luna, I'm so afraid of losing him!"

She reached out and touched my hand. "Wouldn't be easier for you if I told him? I'd be glad to."

"Thanks Luna," I said with a wan smile. "You're a true friend, but I got myself into this mess, and I've got to get myself out. I've been a coward and a liar, but I won't be anymore." I squared my shoulders. "Harry and I are going to rock dance tonight, and when we do, I'll tell him everything."

"Good for you!" Luna exclaimed. "I'm going too, so I can lend you moral support. Believe me, Mione, you won't regret it. Harry cares for you because you're you not because he thinks you're a millionaire's daughter." She sounded so positive that I begun to hope she might be right.

We finished our ice cream, and as we stepped outside, Luna said, "Since you're not working this afternoon, let's poke around in some of the boutiques, ok?"

"Ok, but only for a little while. Dad's coming home early so we can practice our number for the talent show. It's the day after tomorrow, you know."

We were heading for the row of elegant little shops when Luna suddenly grabbed my arm. "I don't believe this!" she muttered. "What's she doing here?"

"Who?"

"Her!"

I followed Luna's astonished gaze, and saw an Asian dark-haired girl coming toward us. "Who is she?" I asked, puzzled by Luna's reaction.

"That girl…" Luna swallowed hard. "That girl is Cho Chang."

Cho had seen Luna by now, and she hurried up to her, arms outstretched. "Luna Lovegood! It is you, isn't it?"

Luna pasted a smile on her face as the two girls gingerly embraced and kissed the air next to each other's cheeks. "It's me, alright. I thought you were in Paris."

"I was, but Mummy and Daddy insisted that I spend some time with them this summer, so here I am."

I couldn't stop staring at Cho. This was the girl Harry's parents wanted him to marry? She was absolutely beautiful! Her dark eyes were fringed with thick lashes and were set in a pale, heart-shaped face framed by glossy ebony hair. Everything about Cho was sophisticated, from her diamond stud earrings to the obviously custom-made shoes on her tiny feet. True, Luna had said that Harry wasn't in love with Cho, but they hadn't seen each other in a while, and I'd always heard that absence made the heart grow fonder….

"Cho, this is my friend Hermione," Luna was saying. "Mione, this is Cho Chang."

As we shook hands, Cho barely glanced at me. "I heard that Harry is here. Is that true?" she asked Luna eagerly.

"Yes—we've run into each other a few times." Luna replied casually.

"Oh, good! I can't wait to see him! We have so much to talk about—it's been ages since we were together. I can just imagine all the girls he's been romancing while I was gone!" she said in a tinkle little laugh. "Well, I must be off now. I expect we'll be seeing quite a bit of each other, Luna. And if you see Harry before I do, don't tell him I'm here. I want to surprise him!"

Luna and I watched in silence as Cho walked away.

"I know how you fell," Luna said as soon as she was out of earshot, "but try to think of this as a minor setback, not a major disaster."

"Yeah, right," I scoffed. "Harry will take one look at her and wonder what he ever saw in me. I'm history!"

"Now, Hermione-"

"'Now Hermione' nothing! Cho is not only the girl he's practically engaged to, she's also incredibly gorgeous and super rich, and I'm neither. Where does that leave me, especially if I tell Harry the truth?"

"There are some things that matter more than being beautiful and rich, you know," Luna pointed out.

I rolled my eyes in despair, "Oh, sure. Here comes the part about what a great personality I have!"

"Well you do have a great personality—most of the time anyway. You're also pretty, and you're nice. Harry really cares about you, Mione, I know he does."

"Thanks for trying to cheer me up, but I'm afraid it's not working," I mumbled. "I have to go now. Dad will be waiting for me."

Luna sighed. "Ok. But don't forget that you promised tot ell Harry the truth about yourself tonight

That was B.C.—before Cho, I thought. If he gets her hooks into his this afternoon, I bet he'll forget all about our date.

I tried to concentrate while dad and I rehearsed, but I kept hitting so many wrong notes that he finally broke off in the middle of the song and sat down beside me on the piano bench. "What's the matter, honey?" he asked, putting his arm around me. "And don't tell me nothing, because I know better. Something's bothering you. What is it? Don't you want to be in the show this year?"

I forced a smile. "Of course I do, Dad. I love performing with you—you know that."

"Then what's the problem?"

"It's kind of personal," I said, avoiding his eyes. "I'd rather not talk about it right now, if you don't mind." I struck a chord. "Let's take it from the top again, ok?"

We had no sooner begun the piece when the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it," dad said.

I kept on playing softly while he answered the door. Wondering idly who could visiting us, I heard my father say, "Well, hello. Nice to see you again, young man."

"The pleasure is all mine, sir," said a very familiar voice.

I sprang up from the piano bench and raced to the hallway. "Harry! What are you doing here?" I exclaimed, taking his hand and pulling onto the porch.

"I came to see you," he said as my father disappeared into the house. "Was that you playing the piano?"

I nodded.

"It sounded really pretty. Were you practicing for anything special?"

"Yes—the staff talent show." The minute I spoke, I knew I'd made a big mistake.

"How come?" Harry asked. "You're certainly not staff!"

"Oh, dad and I do it every year anyway—he sings and I play. It's sort of a tradition," I babbled. "Everyone seems to appreciate it."

"You're father quite a guy," Harry said with genuine admiration. "There aren't many men of his stature who would do something like that. I mean, he's so humble and sort of normal for a man who's mastermind behind this whole resort. I'd like to talk to him sometime. I bet he has some really interesting stories about Briar Grangers' early days."

Remembering my promise to Luna and to myself, I summoned all my courage. "Harry, there's something you ought to know about my dad. He's not—"

"Shhh." Harry pressed a finger to my lips. "Tell me later. Whatever it is, it can wait. Bu this can't." he took me in his arms and kissed me. "I've been wanting to so that all day," he huskily whispered. His kiss melted my ironclad resolve. Apparently Harry hadn't seen Cho yet—if he had, I was sure he wouldn't still want to kiss me. I decided to wait to tell him the truth until she claimed him because when that happened he'd drop me anyway. In the meantime I was determined to enjoy every moment we had left. "See you tonight at the dance," Harry murmured into my ear. "I wish I could pick you up, but Mom wants to have dinner with her and some friends."

Probably Cho and her parents, I thought dismally as Harry left the porch, heading for his cabin. The kiss we just shared might turn out to be our last!

When I first walked into the ballroom that night, the rock music blasting from the live band almost knocked me off my feet. Colored lights pierced the dimness, pulsating in time to the insistent beat, and kids were dancing up a storm. I'd never seen anything like it, except maybe on MTV. This was definitely not my scene. If I hadn't promised Harry I'd meet him here, I would have turned around and walked right out. I edged my way through the crowd and plastered myself against a wall near the French doors while I searched the room for him. Luna waved at me from the dance floor and I waved back, but if Harry was there, I didn't see him. Although several of the boys I'd met the night before asked me to dance, I politely refused. Harry was the only one I wanted. If he stood me up, I didn't know what to do. I had almost given up hope when I saw him coming towards me. "Mione! There you are! I've been looking all over for you," he said lightly kissing my cheek. "Sorry I'm late again, but one of the people mom and I had dinner with was an old friend, and we had a lot of catching up to do."

Cho, I thought immediately. I searched his eyes, looking for any indication that his feelings toward me changed, but in the dim light it was impossible to tell.

Harry took my hand. "Let's dance—we have to make up for lost time." Luckily the band was playing a slow song now, and I melted into his arms, resting my head against his shoulder. As we swayed in rhythm to the music, Harry said, "I've been telling my mother all about you and your dad, Mione. She wants to meet you both. And by the way, we're coming to the staff talent show."

I stiffened. "You—you are?"

"You bet. When you and Mr. Granger are up onstage, mom and I will be sitting right in the front row."

Oh no! I moaned inwardly. It had never occurred to me that Harry would want to see the show. When dad's name and mine were announced before our performance, it would be the end of my masquerade. Maybe I could talk him out of coming!

"Are you sure you really want to do that?" I faltered. "I mean, most of it's pretty corny."

Harry looked down at me, frowning. "Don't you want me to come, Mione?"

"Of course I do," I lied. "It's just that—well, I'm afraid you and your mother would be bored."

"How could I be bored when I'll be looking at you?" He held me closer. "I wouldn't miss it for the world, and neither would mom."

All too vividly I could picture Harry's reaction when the master of ceremonies introduced John Granger and his daughter, Hermione. He would probably think I'd deliberately made a fool of both him and his mother, and I just couldn't let that happen.

I could pretend to get sick at the last minute and drop out of the show, I thought frantically. But dad was looking forward to it so much that I couldn't bear to disappoint him. Besides, I'd done far too much lying already. I had to tell Harry the truth even if it ended our relationship there and then.

Raising my eyes to his, I started to explain, "Harry, I have to tell you very important to tell you. It's about my dad—" Before I could continue, a boy tapped Harry on the shoulder. "You've monopolized this pretty lady enough, my man," he said. "Now it's my turn." He whisked me away so fast that neither of us had a chance to object. "Meet me on the terrace right after this dance," I called to Harry over the guy's shoulder. "I really have to talk to you!"

But other boys kept cutting in, and it wasn't until three dances later that I was finally able to plead exhaustion and head for the French doors. I was almost there when I saw them—Harry and Cho, their arms wrapped around each other as they danced to a slow song. His head was bent down to hers, and he was smiling as he listened intently to what she was saying.

I stood stock-still, staring at them in a state of shock. Luna came up beside me. "Mione, are you ok?" she asked. "You look kind of pale."

I shook my head. "No, I'm not ok," I whispered around the lump in my throat.

Following the direction of my anguished gaze, she shrugged. "So Harry is dancing with Cho. So what? I'm sure it doesn't mean anything. They're old friends, and—"

"Stop it, Luna!" I burst out. "Look at them! They're two of a kind, the perfect couple. I must have been crazy to think Harry could ever care for me—he was just romancing me to fill in the time while Cho was gone, like she said this afternoon!"

"I'm sure you're mistaken," Luna said. "If you'll just give Harry a chance—"

I didn't stay to hear what she had to say. Half blinded by tears, I ran out of the ballroom, and when I got home, I collapsed on my bed, sobbing.

But even after all the tears were gone, there was still a terrible ache in my heart.