AN: It's late so I can't promise that this will be my most amazing
chapter... I thought about it long and hard and I really considered some
different ways these guys could react... And then finally today that I
decided they'd have to react this way for the end of my story to work out.
Yup I have an ending just no middle... BUT! Here without any further ado
the two guest review readers this week (whom I borrowed from Sytherin-Nette
(GO READ HER ABSOLUTELY AMAZING STORIES, A/A: Goblet of Fire and A/A:
Sorcerer's Stone) Draco and Harry!
Me: ::runs over and hugs Draco and Harry::
Draco: Umm hi! Aren't you the one rooting for me and AJ?
Me: Yup, I am.
Draco: Right then... umm why do you have me paired with the MUDBLOOD!?
Harry: ::whines:: Yeah Hermione is MY girlfriend.
Me: Not in this story buddy. Just read the reviews already so I cam give you two back before she realizes your not in her closet...
Draco: Me first me first!
Harry: No you selfish prat ME!
Me: WILL SOMEONE READ THEM?
Both: ::whimpers::
Me: ::groans:: Ugh, Draco since I like you better you go first.
Draco: ::sticks tongue out at Harry and clears throat:: bDanish Girl:/bLisa is glad you like her plot and hopes you will continue reading and reviewing ~__^
Harry: ::mummbles:: Stop flirting, AJ'll get mad. ::grabs next review::bDraco is the man:/b
Draco: Oh I like this person...
Harry: ::ignores Draco:: I guess you'll just have to read and find out. bMary Lee:/bshe was referring to Ginny's first year, not mine. And Lisa is glad that you thought it was funny. She likes funny. Keep reading ~__^
Draco: Now whose flirting? bLittlWitch /band bTKDGirl /b: Lis is getting them out ASAP... her work schedule sucks though, but she tries hard at least!
Harry: bDirty Angel /b: I wish Hermione would be evil, that would make everything much easier for me...
Me: Umm, Harry dear, you're referring to the wrong story!
Harry: Right oh sorry!
Draco and Me: ::rolls eyes::
Draco: bHermione Malfoy3 /band bOtaku /b: Lisa is mean isn't she? She'd make a good Slytherin although I think she knows that already. She updated, she just hopes you guys keep reading.
Me: And thanks to bcuttie-blossom /bfor always reviewing! ::kisses Draco and Harry:: Tell Slyth I said thanks, now GET BACK TO HER CLOSET!
Hehehe anyway without further ado... Chapter 7
Chapter 7... The Hogwarts Express
Hermione had poked her head into several different compartments until she figured she would just walk straight back and hoep they were they usually were. Sure enough, that's where they sat, talking of nothing else but Quidditch.
"Ahem," Hermione said announcing her presence.
"Hermione!" Ron said, "What was with Malfoy on the Platform?" he asked with a twinge of jealousy.
"That's kind of what I came here to talk to you guys about.." she started to say until she looked over at Harry, "Are you alright?"
Harry was currently suffering a burning in his scar, not too bad, but enough for him to flinch every so often, "Hmm?" he asked stupidly, "Oh it's nothing my scar is hurting a bit that's all."
Hermione's face dropped. She had never considered the fact that since she was Voldemort's daughter, she might inflict the same pain in Harry's scar, as her father did. Her eyes, that had been bright blue when she entered, began slowly to lose there color, fading to what would look like a really good worn pair of jeans.
"Blimey Hermione," Ron noticed, "How'd your eyes do that?"
"Right," Hermione said pulling out of her own thoughts, "I wanted to tell you guys something very iimportant. Something that changed my life. Something that I'm not really sure how you guys will react to..."
"You can tell us Mione," Harry said comfortingly.
She drew a deep breath, she had decided on her march down here to go with the direct approach, the absolute truth. "On the morning of my seventeenth birthday, I woke up and I looked like this," she said motioning to herself, "Black hair, chameleon eyes, curves, everything. My mum didn't really think that this was as strange as I did however. When I yelled for her, she calmly brought me down to the kitchen and explained to me that I wasn't really a Granger."
At this the boys exchanged a confused glance between the two of the that Hermione ignored and continued on with her story, "You see, I was adopted. When I found this out I promptly packed my things and left my house. Only to be met by Lucius Malfoy and a lovely binding charm," she said sarcastically, "When I woke up-"
"MALFOY?! Hit you was a binding charm?" Ron and Harry both roared.
"Will you two let me finish?" she asked irately and continued without an answer, "I woke up in a grand old house in a very nice room with a very helpful house elf to help me get ready to meet my father..." she hesitated, "My name is Hermione Rhiannon Riddle. Daughter of Tom Riddle and Rhiannon Wrage."
Just as Hermione had searched for some sort of faltering when she was told she was adopted, Harry and Ron now searched her for it. Ron let out a nervous laugh before asking, "You're joking. She's joking. Hermione please tell us you're joking?"
Hermione sighed heavy, "Ron, I am not joking. I'm a pureblooded witch, I am the daughter of Voldemort."
"But you.... he..." Ron seemed to stutter and then sit and contemplate the matter.
Harry on the other hand, just sat frozen. 'She's his daughter? My best friend is my greatest enemy's daughter. This can't be right...'
"Harry?" Hermione said meekly, "Harry please say something...?"
The silence that filled the compartment with deafening. Ron just stared trying to take it all in and Hermione looked at the non responsive Harry for what felt like hours before he finally said something.
"Get out Hermione," he said lowly, "You don't belong here anymore."
Ron seemed to find his voice again after this, "Harry you can't be..."
"I am Ron," he said turning back to Hermione, "I said get out," he growled.
Hermione looked ready to cry. She knew this was going to happen, and she thought she had prepared herself for the time when she knew she would be rejected by Harry, but she hadn't really expected it to hurt as much as it did. Harry could have ripped her heart out of her chest and played croquet with it and she'd have felt better. She stood up uneasily, not bothering to wipe away the renegade tears, and hugged Harry uncomfortably as he was stiff as a board. She whispered something in his ear and turned her back on her best friends and walked out.
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Draco had been returning to his cabin when he saw Hermione running down the halls in tears.
"I take it the Wonder Boys took it as well as I suspected they would?" he said trying to get her laugh, but all she did was cry a bit harder. He put his strong arms around her and walked her into the compartment, "Comeon Mia, it'll be okay."
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"I still say it's a joke," Ron said finally cutting the silence that filled the cabin since Hermione had left. "Harry? Are you listening mate?"
But Harry wasn't listening. He was staring out the window at the countryside, Hermione's last words echoing in his ears,
'You'll regret this Potter. Just you wait and see....'
Me: ::runs over and hugs Draco and Harry::
Draco: Umm hi! Aren't you the one rooting for me and AJ?
Me: Yup, I am.
Draco: Right then... umm why do you have me paired with the MUDBLOOD!?
Harry: ::whines:: Yeah Hermione is MY girlfriend.
Me: Not in this story buddy. Just read the reviews already so I cam give you two back before she realizes your not in her closet...
Draco: Me first me first!
Harry: No you selfish prat ME!
Me: WILL SOMEONE READ THEM?
Both: ::whimpers::
Me: ::groans:: Ugh, Draco since I like you better you go first.
Draco: ::sticks tongue out at Harry and clears throat:: bDanish Girl:/bLisa is glad you like her plot and hopes you will continue reading and reviewing ~__^
Harry: ::mummbles:: Stop flirting, AJ'll get mad. ::grabs next review::bDraco is the man:/b
Draco: Oh I like this person...
Harry: ::ignores Draco:: I guess you'll just have to read and find out. bMary Lee:/bshe was referring to Ginny's first year, not mine. And Lisa is glad that you thought it was funny. She likes funny. Keep reading ~__^
Draco: Now whose flirting? bLittlWitch /band bTKDGirl /b: Lis is getting them out ASAP... her work schedule sucks though, but she tries hard at least!
Harry: bDirty Angel /b: I wish Hermione would be evil, that would make everything much easier for me...
Me: Umm, Harry dear, you're referring to the wrong story!
Harry: Right oh sorry!
Draco and Me: ::rolls eyes::
Draco: bHermione Malfoy3 /band bOtaku /b: Lisa is mean isn't she? She'd make a good Slytherin although I think she knows that already. She updated, she just hopes you guys keep reading.
Me: And thanks to bcuttie-blossom /bfor always reviewing! ::kisses Draco and Harry:: Tell Slyth I said thanks, now GET BACK TO HER CLOSET!
Hehehe anyway without further ado... Chapter 7
Chapter 7... The Hogwarts Express
Hermione had poked her head into several different compartments until she figured she would just walk straight back and hoep they were they usually were. Sure enough, that's where they sat, talking of nothing else but Quidditch.
"Ahem," Hermione said announcing her presence.
"Hermione!" Ron said, "What was with Malfoy on the Platform?" he asked with a twinge of jealousy.
"That's kind of what I came here to talk to you guys about.." she started to say until she looked over at Harry, "Are you alright?"
Harry was currently suffering a burning in his scar, not too bad, but enough for him to flinch every so often, "Hmm?" he asked stupidly, "Oh it's nothing my scar is hurting a bit that's all."
Hermione's face dropped. She had never considered the fact that since she was Voldemort's daughter, she might inflict the same pain in Harry's scar, as her father did. Her eyes, that had been bright blue when she entered, began slowly to lose there color, fading to what would look like a really good worn pair of jeans.
"Blimey Hermione," Ron noticed, "How'd your eyes do that?"
"Right," Hermione said pulling out of her own thoughts, "I wanted to tell you guys something very iimportant. Something that changed my life. Something that I'm not really sure how you guys will react to..."
"You can tell us Mione," Harry said comfortingly.
She drew a deep breath, she had decided on her march down here to go with the direct approach, the absolute truth. "On the morning of my seventeenth birthday, I woke up and I looked like this," she said motioning to herself, "Black hair, chameleon eyes, curves, everything. My mum didn't really think that this was as strange as I did however. When I yelled for her, she calmly brought me down to the kitchen and explained to me that I wasn't really a Granger."
At this the boys exchanged a confused glance between the two of the that Hermione ignored and continued on with her story, "You see, I was adopted. When I found this out I promptly packed my things and left my house. Only to be met by Lucius Malfoy and a lovely binding charm," she said sarcastically, "When I woke up-"
"MALFOY?! Hit you was a binding charm?" Ron and Harry both roared.
"Will you two let me finish?" she asked irately and continued without an answer, "I woke up in a grand old house in a very nice room with a very helpful house elf to help me get ready to meet my father..." she hesitated, "My name is Hermione Rhiannon Riddle. Daughter of Tom Riddle and Rhiannon Wrage."
Just as Hermione had searched for some sort of faltering when she was told she was adopted, Harry and Ron now searched her for it. Ron let out a nervous laugh before asking, "You're joking. She's joking. Hermione please tell us you're joking?"
Hermione sighed heavy, "Ron, I am not joking. I'm a pureblooded witch, I am the daughter of Voldemort."
"But you.... he..." Ron seemed to stutter and then sit and contemplate the matter.
Harry on the other hand, just sat frozen. 'She's his daughter? My best friend is my greatest enemy's daughter. This can't be right...'
"Harry?" Hermione said meekly, "Harry please say something...?"
The silence that filled the compartment with deafening. Ron just stared trying to take it all in and Hermione looked at the non responsive Harry for what felt like hours before he finally said something.
"Get out Hermione," he said lowly, "You don't belong here anymore."
Ron seemed to find his voice again after this, "Harry you can't be..."
"I am Ron," he said turning back to Hermione, "I said get out," he growled.
Hermione looked ready to cry. She knew this was going to happen, and she thought she had prepared herself for the time when she knew she would be rejected by Harry, but she hadn't really expected it to hurt as much as it did. Harry could have ripped her heart out of her chest and played croquet with it and she'd have felt better. She stood up uneasily, not bothering to wipe away the renegade tears, and hugged Harry uncomfortably as he was stiff as a board. She whispered something in his ear and turned her back on her best friends and walked out.
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Draco had been returning to his cabin when he saw Hermione running down the halls in tears.
"I take it the Wonder Boys took it as well as I suspected they would?" he said trying to get her laugh, but all she did was cry a bit harder. He put his strong arms around her and walked her into the compartment, "Comeon Mia, it'll be okay."
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"I still say it's a joke," Ron said finally cutting the silence that filled the cabin since Hermione had left. "Harry? Are you listening mate?"
But Harry wasn't listening. He was staring out the window at the countryside, Hermione's last words echoing in his ears,
'You'll regret this Potter. Just you wait and see....'