Part 3

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"Harry my parents aren't muggles." Hermione said.

"What??" asked Harry.

"My mom is a witch, and my dad is a........My dad is a death eater."

Harry didn't say a word, he just kept looking at Hermione waiting for her to continue.

"My dad, he...he....he started asking me questions about you. First they started out normal like 'Oh is he a good friend' or 'Are you sure he isn't your friend because you are smart'. And then they started to get weird. He started asking about Voldemort, and personal questions about you. Then he started asking about your dreams that you have, and I quit answering." Hermione stopped for a second as tears started to roll down her cheeks.

"When I wouldn't answer him, he would hit me. Each time he would hit me harder and more often. I got scared and sent a letter to Dumbledore. My dad found out and he...." She stopped now because she barely talk over the crying.

"Hermione it's ok." Assured Harry. "Keep going."

"So my dad came into my room that night and he..he..tried to r-rape me. He almost succeeded when Dumbledore showed up, and took me back to Hogwarts. As we were leaving my dad yelled out the window, that he would always be were I was, and th-that I could never get away from him." She sobbed.

"Harry if I am your friend and you tell me things, ya know like Voldemort things, my dad is going to stop at nothing to find out. That puts both of our lives in danger." She said.

"Hermione you know I will never let anything happen to you. And I think Voldemort is a bigger issue than one of his death eaters, I can handle him." Harry said.

"Harry you don't know him like I do." She said. "He can get inside my head and read my mind, I don't know how, but he has done it before. It scares me, and I don't want to be the cause of something bad."

"Is Dumbledore letting you go back to the house over the summer?" asked Harry.

"No. Mrs. Weasley kindly invited me to stay with her over. I think I will be fine if I just get over flinching when someone touches me." She laughed. "Hermione it's not funny." Stated Harry.

"Sorry" said Hermione. "Harry can you tell Ron for me. I know I should, but I had a hard enough time telling you, and I think he should know. Just make sure no one else finds out."

"Ok." Said Harry. "I was going to go see him before I went to bed anyway, so I'll do it now." Harry started to walk towards the door when Hermione said his name.

"Harry?" she asked. "Yeah?" he replied. "Thank you for always being there."

She walked over to him and embraced him in a warm hug that lasted about a minuet before Harry left to the Gryffindor Common Room.

Common Room

A/N: Ok so I'm a tad bit lazy today. So Ron and Harry are sitting by the fire. Everyone else is asleep, and Harry just told Ron everything Hermione just told him. Get it? Got it? Good...

"Bloody Hell..." Replied Ron "What are we going to do?" Harry could swear he had a few unshed tears in his eyes.

"I don't know." Replied Harry. "She is so afraid rite now. She doesn't want us to tell her anything because she is afraid her dad will do something to me and have it be her fault. The only thing I can talk to her about is our house duties."

"Well maybe we should just lay low for a while, and hope your scar doesn't hurt. I don't want to loose Hermione as a friend. I don't think I could live without her." Said Ron.

The boys were silent for a few minuets, going over thoughts in their heads.

"Well" said Ron breaking the silence. "There is a Hogsmeed trip next weekend, and I asked Lavender."

"What did she say?" asked Harry as he scooted to the edge of his chair.

"She said yes. Of course." Ron added with a laugh.

"I never new you liked her Ron, when did this happen?"

"Well once I got over the fact that Hermione would always have the hotts for you, I decided to go after Lavender." He said.

"W-what did you say about Hermione?" stuttered Harry.

"Come on mate you know I liked her since like first year, but it would never work, she is like a younger sister I never had, and I know you like her, don't deny it."

"What about Ginny? She's your younger sister." Harry said.

"Oh yeah." Said Ron "but she doesn't count. She's just...... annoying."

"How did you know I liked Hermione." Questioned Harry.

"Harry, come on mate I'm not blind. All you do is stare at her, and I bet you the only time you don't think about her is when your playing Quidditch." Said Ron as-a-matter-of-factly.

"That's not true!" Harry defended himself.

"Ok, lets do a test. What's the first thing that comes to your mind when I say......shampoo." Asked Ron

"Strawberry......It's the kind Hermi.....Just kidding!!" Harry caught him self.

"I rest my case." Declared Ron, and he slouched down in the chair, folding his muscular arms over his chest.

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A/N- ok so I know it's boring so far...but it will be good...I promise