A/N: Looks like there was a Ken. Sorry people. I'm probably confusing you
all so much! So how was the last chapter? I wasn't going to be that mean
and let the whole school see Draco nude. Neways, send ideas people. IDEAS!
Ok, I'll shut up and get on with the story. Thank you all my loyal
reviewers! I hope you all like the idea of including the other characters a
bit more! Yay! I have a four-day weekend coming up, so I'm going to try and
get in as many chappies as I can! I know that this was a really long A/N
and I won't do it ever again! By the way, do u guys want A/N's at the top
or bottom? I don't really care either way, but this story is for you guys!
And do you want individual notes? The majority of answers win!
Ok, I'll shut up now and get on with the bloody story!
Draco90: I might make it a disaster, I might not. The ball isn't until next chappie anyways. Thanks for your reviews though!
Kit21: I don't get what you mean by hold out the suspense. Is there any suspense? I wasn't very aware of that and it's my own story. Ah, I'm so stupid sometimes. I'll try and get Draco's pov in more, but I can't really think of much to say for him.
Bigglesthecat: d/w, they'll get together pretty soon, but I warn you. I won't be smooth sailing.
Caramel Kenzie: glad to know you think it's funny. If it starts to get boring, then I'm running out of ideas.
DrAcOLuVeR79: I'll try and update as quick as I can, but on the schooldays, I'll really be pushing it to update even one chapters! All my stories get done on the weekend when I can relax.
Disclaimer: I only own the plot, Hilary, and the Ken I found out did actually exist a little while ago.
~*~*~*~ Chapter 8: Secret's Revealed, Mistakes Concealed ~*~*~*~
HILARY'S POV
I was so happy to be a part of Ron, Harry and Hermione's group. I had always seen them hanging around together, and hoped that they would notice me, but they never did. I was friends with Ginny, but she didn't talk much about them either. Even better than this, I was happy that I was Ron's girlfriend. I had liked him for quite a while, but only Ginny knew that. Ginny and me weren't as close as she was with Hermione, but weren't far behind. I was so happy to be with in their little circle of friends, that I still hadn't told anyone about my little secret. I didn't know who to tell. Ron would most probably hate me if he knew. I knew that Harry wouldn't ever talk to me if he knew. I didn't want to tell Ginny because I was afraid she would tell Harry or Ron. The only person left was Hermione. She was really nice to me, and we could have interesting conversations, but I wasn't sure if she would tell Harry or Ron. I had to get it off my chest. I decided that I would talk to Hermione later.
I walked down the halls of Hogwarts searching for her. Suddenly I was grabbed and pulled into a dark closet. I tried to scream, but someone had their hand over my mouth.
"Shhh. We don't want people hearing us. I have some important news to tell you." He took his hand away from my mouth and the candles burst into flame. I turned around and gasped.
"Dad? What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to tell you of some news. As you know, He Who Must Not be Named has returned to full power. He has recently discovered our heritage. Your mother has been taken away to train to fight the dark side. I will be joining her soon. Now we both know because of our bloodline and background, He Who Must Not be Named is very keen to get any betrayers, such as ourselves."
"But, you told me some time ago that he didn't know about us."
"That's right. He didn't. But he does now. We are in a lot of danger at the moment. I have already spoken with Dumbledore, and all the teachers are on standby and safety precautions have been made to keep you away from harm. Dumbledore will explain what is happening. Now I understand that you are friends with Harry Potter. You need to tell him, and those loyal to him about us. There is till time, but he needs to understand. Now I have to go. I cannot risk being out of our secret place for long. This is a locket. If you ever need to talk to us, you can open it, and you will see our faces. Good luck and be extra careful. Your mother and I love you very much."
"I love you guys too." I hugged him and he went off. He just disappeared. I guessed he had a portkey in his pocket or something. I walked off to Hermione's common room in hopes of finding her.
Knock, Knock. "Who's there?"
"It's me, Hilary. Can I talk to you?"
"Oh, hi Hilary. Come on in. so, what do you need to talk about?"
"Can we go to your room or something? I don't really want to be overheard."
"Um, ok." Hermione looked worried. "Is everything alright?"
"I'll tell you once we get to your room."
"Ok, shoot"
"Well. I have a few things to tell you about my past and heritage. I didn't want to tell Ron or Harry because I was afraid they'd be mad at me, and I thought maybe Ginny would tell one of them. I need you to keep what I tell you just between us, until I feel the time is right for everyone else to know. Will you keep my secret?"
"Yeah, of course Hilary. I won't tell anyone at all."
So I began my story. "My family is a very honoured and respected family. Our generations have been treasured by. some people for a very long time. That is until my mother and father met up. My mother is of the grand bloodline, and father is of a totally different one. I'll make this easier. My mother's family were all descendents of Salazar Slytherin. My fathers line were all descendants of Godric Gryffindor."
"Doe's that mean that you're related to. Voldemort?!"
I sobbed and nodded. "My mother whole family were put in Slytherin, that is until my Grandmother. She became a Gryffindor, and suspicions began to arouse. When my mother was 18 years old, her mother was killed because she refused to join her brothers dark side."
"Hang on. That means that your. No, you can't be his niece?!"
"Yeah, I guess that's what I am. When my mother was 18, she changed her identity, became someone else. When she married, she has me. I was the only child. Our family posed as normal wizards, with no relation to my mother's bloodline. That's why I'm in Gryffindor. My father is a true Gryffindor, and my mother was the glitch in the family, because she wasn't in Slytherin like her grandmother. Now Voldemort didn't know about us for a long time. He now knows my mothers true identity, and we are all in danger. He wants to kill us because we are 'imperfections in his blood.'"
"Whoa. That's a lot to handle Hilary. Does anyone apart from me know this?"
"Yes. The Order of the Phoenix knows. They are training my parents and keeping them safe. Dumbledore said that he's going to put up new measures for me, so I won't be in danger. You can't tell anyone Hermione."
"I won't tell another soul. But I really think you should tell Ginny. She is really a good friend of yours. I promise she won't tell anyone. Ginny doesn't do things like that. If you ever need to talk to anyone, then I will always bee here, ok?"
"I can see why Ron, Harry and Ginny are your best friends. I think I'd better go and talk to Dumbledore now. He wants to go over some safety tactics with me. Thanks for listening Hermione."
"No problem Hilary. Do you want me to walk with you to Professor Dumbledores office?"
"Yeah, ok."
With that we both got up and headed out the common room. It felt so good to finally get that of my chest.
DRACO'S POV (I just recently realised that using the caps lock key is a lot easier than holding down shift and writing in capitals. Duh!)
I knew that I was the hot topic for conversation purposes. I had seen people talking behind their hands to each other when I walked past, or bursting out into giggles. It really did get to me, but I wasn't going to let anyone see that. I was so mad at Granger. I wouldn't talk to her, not that I ever saw her. I had the strangest feeling that she was purposely avoiding me. I really thought that after Granger found out about my father's death that she would be a bit more sympathetic towards me. Who was I kidding? I probably would still act like a jerk to her if her father died. I didn't deserve her sympathy.
"We're here Mr Malfoy."
"Thank you."
I stepped out of the car and into the rain. I knew how ironic it was that it would be raining at my father's funeral. A dark day for a dark man. It fits. I walked into the cemetery and went to find my mother. She saw me coming and held her hand out. I took it and looked at the sleek black box, decorated with flowers. There was a ritual to be performed. I looked around while the chief wizard summoned the past wizards to take him away. There were a fair amount of people with hoods on, and certain disfigurements to their face. I saw one woman drink from a flask. My father's friends, the fools that were Voldemorts followers were standing around, obviously having changed their appearance.
Idiots. Everyone at the ministry was an idiot. They weren't here to take away the death eaters, get rid of some of them. I was still pretty pleased for my father. His fellow death eaters risked their lives to be at his funeral. He would be happy. The service continued on. Once it was over, I stepped back into the car with my mother. We travelled to a small café in Diagon Alley. I spent the rest of the day with her. She was quite distraught about the death of my father. After about 6pm, my mum decided that I'd better go back to school. I hugged her one last time, held onto a fake lollipop, and in a swirl of colours landed in my common room.
HERMIONE'S POV
I was reading a book about Furns, a furry silver plant, when Malfoy suddenly popped out of thin air in front of me. I yelped and dropped the book in surprise.
"Hang on. It isn't possible to disapperate or apperate within the Hogwarts grounds. How did you do that?"
"Well Granger, there a little wizarding invention which serves the same purposes as apperating called a Portkey."
Of course. I wasn't thinking well today. I looked at Malfoy and realized he was dressed in black. He must have gone to his father's funeral. I gathered up my books and went up to my room.
"DRACO'S POV
She was going up the stairs. I wasn't going to let her get away that easy. I knew how hard she tried to not make a fool of herself in front of me. "Tripicium" I breathed. I saw a small mound rise in front of Granger's foot. She was so determined on getting up the stairs; she didn't see the rise in front of her.
BAM! She fell hard on the stairs and her books fell everywhere. That wasn't the last of it. She had fallen so hard and at such an angle that she began falling down the stairs. What had I done? I didn't know the spell would be this effective.
She landed at my feet. I prodded her a little with my foot. Hm, she seemed to be unconscious. I flipped her over with my foot. There was a cut on her head and a small line of blood was flowing from her mouth. Oh damnit! Why did she have to knock herself unconscious. If I took her to the hospital wing then Pomfrey would probably think I did something to her. Well, it was true, but I didn't want to jeopardise my Head Boy position. She was losing blood quickly. That was strange. There wasn't that much blood coming out of her mouth and head to make her go that white. I turned her over. There was a large pool of blood beneath her and a deep gash in her side.
Shit, shit, shit. What if she's dead? I decided that it would look even more suspicious if everyone found her dead body here, rather than in the hospital wing. I prayed that she didn't hear me mutter that spell. "Locomotor body". She rose up off the ground. I grabbed a large bandage from the first aid cupboard and tied it around her waist. Gees, she was so thin! I quickly guided her through the door and down to the hospital wing. This was going to be a long night.
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A/N: very dramatic chapter. Poor hermione. She might get better in time for the ball, she might not! Hehehe. You'll have to wait for the next chappie to find out!. Oh, and because my story line completely changed here, I'm guessing the ball won't be next chappie. You'll just have to read the story as it goes! Review with answers and feedback.
Draco90: I might make it a disaster, I might not. The ball isn't until next chappie anyways. Thanks for your reviews though!
Kit21: I don't get what you mean by hold out the suspense. Is there any suspense? I wasn't very aware of that and it's my own story. Ah, I'm so stupid sometimes. I'll try and get Draco's pov in more, but I can't really think of much to say for him.
Bigglesthecat: d/w, they'll get together pretty soon, but I warn you. I won't be smooth sailing.
Caramel Kenzie: glad to know you think it's funny. If it starts to get boring, then I'm running out of ideas.
DrAcOLuVeR79: I'll try and update as quick as I can, but on the schooldays, I'll really be pushing it to update even one chapters! All my stories get done on the weekend when I can relax.
Disclaimer: I only own the plot, Hilary, and the Ken I found out did actually exist a little while ago.
~*~*~*~ Chapter 8: Secret's Revealed, Mistakes Concealed ~*~*~*~
HILARY'S POV
I was so happy to be a part of Ron, Harry and Hermione's group. I had always seen them hanging around together, and hoped that they would notice me, but they never did. I was friends with Ginny, but she didn't talk much about them either. Even better than this, I was happy that I was Ron's girlfriend. I had liked him for quite a while, but only Ginny knew that. Ginny and me weren't as close as she was with Hermione, but weren't far behind. I was so happy to be with in their little circle of friends, that I still hadn't told anyone about my little secret. I didn't know who to tell. Ron would most probably hate me if he knew. I knew that Harry wouldn't ever talk to me if he knew. I didn't want to tell Ginny because I was afraid she would tell Harry or Ron. The only person left was Hermione. She was really nice to me, and we could have interesting conversations, but I wasn't sure if she would tell Harry or Ron. I had to get it off my chest. I decided that I would talk to Hermione later.
I walked down the halls of Hogwarts searching for her. Suddenly I was grabbed and pulled into a dark closet. I tried to scream, but someone had their hand over my mouth.
"Shhh. We don't want people hearing us. I have some important news to tell you." He took his hand away from my mouth and the candles burst into flame. I turned around and gasped.
"Dad? What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to tell you of some news. As you know, He Who Must Not be Named has returned to full power. He has recently discovered our heritage. Your mother has been taken away to train to fight the dark side. I will be joining her soon. Now we both know because of our bloodline and background, He Who Must Not be Named is very keen to get any betrayers, such as ourselves."
"But, you told me some time ago that he didn't know about us."
"That's right. He didn't. But he does now. We are in a lot of danger at the moment. I have already spoken with Dumbledore, and all the teachers are on standby and safety precautions have been made to keep you away from harm. Dumbledore will explain what is happening. Now I understand that you are friends with Harry Potter. You need to tell him, and those loyal to him about us. There is till time, but he needs to understand. Now I have to go. I cannot risk being out of our secret place for long. This is a locket. If you ever need to talk to us, you can open it, and you will see our faces. Good luck and be extra careful. Your mother and I love you very much."
"I love you guys too." I hugged him and he went off. He just disappeared. I guessed he had a portkey in his pocket or something. I walked off to Hermione's common room in hopes of finding her.
Knock, Knock. "Who's there?"
"It's me, Hilary. Can I talk to you?"
"Oh, hi Hilary. Come on in. so, what do you need to talk about?"
"Can we go to your room or something? I don't really want to be overheard."
"Um, ok." Hermione looked worried. "Is everything alright?"
"I'll tell you once we get to your room."
"Ok, shoot"
"Well. I have a few things to tell you about my past and heritage. I didn't want to tell Ron or Harry because I was afraid they'd be mad at me, and I thought maybe Ginny would tell one of them. I need you to keep what I tell you just between us, until I feel the time is right for everyone else to know. Will you keep my secret?"
"Yeah, of course Hilary. I won't tell anyone at all."
So I began my story. "My family is a very honoured and respected family. Our generations have been treasured by. some people for a very long time. That is until my mother and father met up. My mother is of the grand bloodline, and father is of a totally different one. I'll make this easier. My mother's family were all descendents of Salazar Slytherin. My fathers line were all descendants of Godric Gryffindor."
"Doe's that mean that you're related to. Voldemort?!"
I sobbed and nodded. "My mother whole family were put in Slytherin, that is until my Grandmother. She became a Gryffindor, and suspicions began to arouse. When my mother was 18 years old, her mother was killed because she refused to join her brothers dark side."
"Hang on. That means that your. No, you can't be his niece?!"
"Yeah, I guess that's what I am. When my mother was 18, she changed her identity, became someone else. When she married, she has me. I was the only child. Our family posed as normal wizards, with no relation to my mother's bloodline. That's why I'm in Gryffindor. My father is a true Gryffindor, and my mother was the glitch in the family, because she wasn't in Slytherin like her grandmother. Now Voldemort didn't know about us for a long time. He now knows my mothers true identity, and we are all in danger. He wants to kill us because we are 'imperfections in his blood.'"
"Whoa. That's a lot to handle Hilary. Does anyone apart from me know this?"
"Yes. The Order of the Phoenix knows. They are training my parents and keeping them safe. Dumbledore said that he's going to put up new measures for me, so I won't be in danger. You can't tell anyone Hermione."
"I won't tell another soul. But I really think you should tell Ginny. She is really a good friend of yours. I promise she won't tell anyone. Ginny doesn't do things like that. If you ever need to talk to anyone, then I will always bee here, ok?"
"I can see why Ron, Harry and Ginny are your best friends. I think I'd better go and talk to Dumbledore now. He wants to go over some safety tactics with me. Thanks for listening Hermione."
"No problem Hilary. Do you want me to walk with you to Professor Dumbledores office?"
"Yeah, ok."
With that we both got up and headed out the common room. It felt so good to finally get that of my chest.
DRACO'S POV (I just recently realised that using the caps lock key is a lot easier than holding down shift and writing in capitals. Duh!)
I knew that I was the hot topic for conversation purposes. I had seen people talking behind their hands to each other when I walked past, or bursting out into giggles. It really did get to me, but I wasn't going to let anyone see that. I was so mad at Granger. I wouldn't talk to her, not that I ever saw her. I had the strangest feeling that she was purposely avoiding me. I really thought that after Granger found out about my father's death that she would be a bit more sympathetic towards me. Who was I kidding? I probably would still act like a jerk to her if her father died. I didn't deserve her sympathy.
"We're here Mr Malfoy."
"Thank you."
I stepped out of the car and into the rain. I knew how ironic it was that it would be raining at my father's funeral. A dark day for a dark man. It fits. I walked into the cemetery and went to find my mother. She saw me coming and held her hand out. I took it and looked at the sleek black box, decorated with flowers. There was a ritual to be performed. I looked around while the chief wizard summoned the past wizards to take him away. There were a fair amount of people with hoods on, and certain disfigurements to their face. I saw one woman drink from a flask. My father's friends, the fools that were Voldemorts followers were standing around, obviously having changed their appearance.
Idiots. Everyone at the ministry was an idiot. They weren't here to take away the death eaters, get rid of some of them. I was still pretty pleased for my father. His fellow death eaters risked their lives to be at his funeral. He would be happy. The service continued on. Once it was over, I stepped back into the car with my mother. We travelled to a small café in Diagon Alley. I spent the rest of the day with her. She was quite distraught about the death of my father. After about 6pm, my mum decided that I'd better go back to school. I hugged her one last time, held onto a fake lollipop, and in a swirl of colours landed in my common room.
HERMIONE'S POV
I was reading a book about Furns, a furry silver plant, when Malfoy suddenly popped out of thin air in front of me. I yelped and dropped the book in surprise.
"Hang on. It isn't possible to disapperate or apperate within the Hogwarts grounds. How did you do that?"
"Well Granger, there a little wizarding invention which serves the same purposes as apperating called a Portkey."
Of course. I wasn't thinking well today. I looked at Malfoy and realized he was dressed in black. He must have gone to his father's funeral. I gathered up my books and went up to my room.
"DRACO'S POV
She was going up the stairs. I wasn't going to let her get away that easy. I knew how hard she tried to not make a fool of herself in front of me. "Tripicium" I breathed. I saw a small mound rise in front of Granger's foot. She was so determined on getting up the stairs; she didn't see the rise in front of her.
BAM! She fell hard on the stairs and her books fell everywhere. That wasn't the last of it. She had fallen so hard and at such an angle that she began falling down the stairs. What had I done? I didn't know the spell would be this effective.
She landed at my feet. I prodded her a little with my foot. Hm, she seemed to be unconscious. I flipped her over with my foot. There was a cut on her head and a small line of blood was flowing from her mouth. Oh damnit! Why did she have to knock herself unconscious. If I took her to the hospital wing then Pomfrey would probably think I did something to her. Well, it was true, but I didn't want to jeopardise my Head Boy position. She was losing blood quickly. That was strange. There wasn't that much blood coming out of her mouth and head to make her go that white. I turned her over. There was a large pool of blood beneath her and a deep gash in her side.
Shit, shit, shit. What if she's dead? I decided that it would look even more suspicious if everyone found her dead body here, rather than in the hospital wing. I prayed that she didn't hear me mutter that spell. "Locomotor body". She rose up off the ground. I grabbed a large bandage from the first aid cupboard and tied it around her waist. Gees, she was so thin! I quickly guided her through the door and down to the hospital wing. This was going to be a long night.
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A/N: very dramatic chapter. Poor hermione. She might get better in time for the ball, she might not! Hehehe. You'll have to wait for the next chappie to find out!. Oh, and because my story line completely changed here, I'm guessing the ball won't be next chappie. You'll just have to read the story as it goes! Review with answers and feedback.