Secrets Revealed
I would like to remind everyone that I am trying very hard on this, and I'm sorry if it doesn't make sense. Again, I am so available to make stories or whatnot whenever I have the chance. Enjoy!
Hermione knew in a short amount of time that she had to tell her best friends about what was going on between her and Draco, or else they would get even more suspicious on the matter. They already were as it was.
Ron, a few days after Draco had told his secret, had asked the unexplainable question of where she had gone that night. She couldn't say or tell that she had been in the room of requirement while he confessed his Veela dilemma, and that she was his mate because come on… we all know how Ron is going to react. Especially Hermione herself since she dealt with him over 21 and half hours a day.
Harry had asked too, except he was more mannered and patient about it. Hermione knew that deep in the depths of her heart… that she always liked Harry more for that. (LOL, I like Ron how he is, but gods, when it comes to Dramione….)
So since she had stayed at Hogwarts for Christmas, she wanted to wait to see them in person about this. Putting it in a letter and then seeing them wouldn't be too kindly to do in her mind, knowing it would show up at the burrow and almost all the Weasley clan would hear about it. It wasn't like she wanted them not to hear it; it was just the drama she would have to go through in order for all of them to hear her out for once.
So being Hermione, she waited until the train would be coming back with its arrival of students.
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"Hermione! How was your Christmas?" exclaimed Ron as he pulled her in for a tight hug. She rolled her eyes at the maroon sweater he wore. She pulled away from him.
"It was fine Ronald…I'm guessing yours was just as good?"
"It was great! Ginny and Harry got stuck underneath this new exclusive mistletoe Fred and George had made, and let's just say that she was completely embarrassed. I thought it was hysterical."
Hermione wasn't paying a lick of attention as she looked at the plenty of empty compartments, with no sign of Draco anywhere. Had he already left and gone into Hogwarts without her knowing?
"Are you hearing me, Hermione? HERMIONE?!"
Ron's yelling took her out of her reverie, and she looked back to him with Ginny and Harry by his side.
"Do you want to go in? It's bloody freezing out here!" he spoke with chattered teeth, and covered his chest with his arms. Hermione rolled her eyes again.
"Let's go." And they walked up to Hogwarts.
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Hermione sat in the maroon loveseat, and crossed her legs. Ginny, Harry, and Ron as well looked at her in confusion. They all sat down across from her.
"So Herms….what's going on?" Ginny asked, cocking an eyebrow. Hermione cleared her throat in nervousness, and spoke quietly.
"Well, as you all know… I have been Head Girl for some time now...and some things have come up that you all need to know."
"Oh no…" Ron groaned, "It's about ferret boy isn't it?" he asked while rolling his eyes. Hermione scoffed and sputtered.
"Now hold on one second Ronald… I haven't said anything yet that's important, and you expect me to say something about Drac- I mean Malfoy? That's low, even for you."
Harry's eyes widened. "You call him Draco now? Since when did this sudden friendship come up?"
"Could you both give me some time to explain things?! You're both acting like two year olds!" she yelled, and a few students looked at her peculiarly. They both went silent, and looked at her in an apology.
"Now… since Draco and I have been a bit close lately, there is a reason behind all of it, and no Ron, we are not together. Don't give me that look." She spoke harshly as she looked at Ron glaring at her.
"Well you see...I've done some research about it…and he has said a lot of things and we've been studying about it-"
"What are you talking about? Why aren't you telling us the truth, 'Mione? I thought we were your friends. Don't you trust us with a little secret?" Harry asked, tilting his head to the side, and leaning closer.
She scoffed, "Oh trust me Harry. It's not little." And she looked down the ground, ignoring their heavy stares at her.
"Well then, go on and tell us. We won't tell a soul." Ginny replied. Hermione looked back up.
"I think you know what veelas are, right?" she asked. They nodded. Okay Hermione, just tell them, and then walk out. Simple.
"Hesoneofthem." She spoke all in one breath. They all looked at her strangely, but a blush stained her cheeks. Harry was the first to speak to her when her blush had popped on her face.
"Okay Hermione… repeat that, but please say it slower." She took a deep breath, and then said it with as much bravery she could muster.
"He's one of them. He's a veela, and well… I guess you can figure out the rest." She whispered to the end. None of them said a word, but only looked at each other and not at her.
"Alright Hermione. I think I got it. So Malfoy's a veela…and you're his-"Harry tugged at his tie nervously, "Mate?" she nodded slightly. Ron's face instantly turned a shade of red.
"I'll kill 'em! I will!" he shouted, scaring some second years, and Ginny pulling him back into his chair. Ron had angrily got up, and left the room. Hermione's eyes widened. Ginny noticed it.
"Don't worry about him Hermione. He just needs some air to think about this. You know, since he likes you."
Hermione sputtered, and left her mouth open. "He what? When did this happen?"
"Ever since third year I believe. I'm not quite sure. But he doesn't like it one bit. Just leave him be."
Hermione leant back into the loveseat. He fancies me? Ron? My best friend…likes me? Oh poor Ron.
She then realized that thirty minutes had passed by and she had to go see Draco. Where was he anyway?
"Hey Gin…Harry? I have to go. You know-"
"We know 'Mione. Don't worry about it." Harry spoke, picking up his book, and opening it up. Hermione sighed, and got up, opening the portrait one more time before closing it, getting one last glimpse of Harry and Ginny talking.
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Hermione couldn't believe that out of all people, Ronald Weasley liked her. The bushy haired best friend. Crazy, right?
Suddenly, she had been grabbed roughly by the arm into a dark alcove, and a large hand grabbed her over the mouth. She looked right into the crystal grey eyes she memorized, and she instantly relaxed. He released her, but kept her by the wall.
"Thank goodness, Draco. I'd thought you hadn't come back." She replied breathlessly.
"I shouldn't have. I should've just…" he trailed off, looking down to the ground, raking a hand through his hair.
"You should've what, Draco?" she asked softly, and he shook his head. She nodded, knowing fully well that he was not in the mood.
In a moment, she glanced at his clothing, and saw that he was wearing a long sleeved shirt, which he hardly wore. She raised an eyebrow at him.
"What's with the shirt?" she asked, pulling at his ends of it. He pulled it away from her grasp, and she gasped as he moved away from her, and pulled his hands into fists. It was like he was in pain. Agony even. He gritted his teeth together, and shut his eyes, blinking back tears.
"D-Draco…let's get back to the common room, we can sit. Let's go." She grabbed his hand that had unclenched momentarily.
Something fishy was going on, and she was going to get to the bottom of it.
Whatever happened during Christmas?
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"Anderson, I trust you have this all under control?" Voldemort asked. The boy bowed, and sent a smirk.
"Trust me my lord, when I'm done, she'll be mine." And with that, he disapparated, leaving a smiling Voldemort behind him.
"Ah Miss Granger. So proud to see you once again. How are things with… him?"
'He stood, holding his wand at his wrist, soaking up blood from his sheets and his own hand.'
So that's it. I know this may be just a filler , but I also call it a chapter so…
Ron's jealous, Hermione told Harry and the others…but what about...Anderson?
Have any of you found out who he is? If not, hinty hinty…it's someone Hermione's met before.
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-Kyra
