Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
A/N: I have no idea where this story is going. Well, I kinda do, but not enough to write a summary that is actually good. I got the idea from a song called "Me Against the World" by Halo Friendlies. It is off of Freaky Friday! Anyway, if you have any ideas for this story let me know. What do you want to have happen?
Chapter Two: Mother's Maiden Name
Hermione's POV:
After I had left, I went to My Place. I loved it. The only person who knew about this was Ron. I wouldn't and couldn't ever tell Harry about this place, or anyone else. Yea sure, Ron and Harry were both my best friends, but Ron and me had something else. Our 'relationship' made us even closer friends after it had ended. I could tell Ron about my problems. He understood and would listen. I'm sure Harry would too if he didn't have the rest of the world to deal with, I am not mad at him for not being there for me, but he has had a lot to deal with, I don't want him to have to worry about me also.
When there is something wrong with Harry, he tells Ron or myself. If there is something wrong with Ron he tells me and I tell him. Ron doesn't talk to Harry either. Being a prefect has helped a lot on getting rid of Harry to talk to each other. That sounds bad, I didn't mean for it to sound as if Harry was a burden, because he is not. In reality, he is the one that hold the trio together. Without him Ron and I would not be as close. One reason being we would have nothing to talk about. Harry was the topic more than 75 of the time. Gosh, that sounds mean too. Ok, stopping now.
I had been in My Place for about five minutes when I started to cry. I was crying in front of the fireplace. I was cold, but I didn't dare start a fire. I felt as if I didn't deserve it. Five minutes after that I heard the classroom door open and then the bedroom door open. I knew who it was, and I was glad. I needed to tell someone, but not just anyone. I needed Ron.
He came over to me and placed his cloak on my shoulders. He then proceeded to light a fire. "Hermione?" he asked as he sat down next to me, "you ok?" I answered him by hiding my face into his chest. He was such a great friend. He didn't ask me to explain myself right away; he asked if I was ok. He knew better. He knew that if I had a secret that I didn't want to tell he wouldn't push it. He respects me and takes care of me. I feel comfortable around him knowing that nothing more then friends will ever happen and knowing that he won't do anything to hurt me. Most guys wouldn't ask if you were sure about having sex. He did, and it stopped me from making a big mistake. There I go again. Talking my mouth off.
After about three minutes or so of making his vest soaking wet, I sat up and dried my eyes. "I am now," I said. "Do you want to talk about it?" he asked. I nodded my head and made him swear not to tell a soul about what I was about to say. Then I began.
"Ron, I am not a muggle-born witch. I have known my entire life that I wasn't. I am actually a half-blood. My mother is pureblood, but she is a squib. My father is a muggle. It looks as if I am a muggle-born because of the way we live. In fact most people in the wizarding world don't even know about my mother. She has had no contact with them since Voldemort first came to be almost 20 years ago. She had gone into hiding, which was very easy for her to do since she had no magic. She had married my father who was her High School Sweetheart. He knew about her past and helped her to escape from it all. Then she had me. The only relative my mother had that was still alive was her brother and his wife. They eventually died. So there was no connection to our world until I got my letter a few months before my 11th birthday." I paused here. I needed a breath.
Ron had asked the question that I didn't and did want to answer. I did because it would be a big relief, but I didn't because someone besides my mother, father, and myself would finally know the truth. He asked, "Why did your mother go into hiding?" I could answer this in just a few words. I knew what his reaction would be. I had to tell someone. So with just 6 words, I was able to explain. The six words were, "My mother's maiden name was Potter."
Ron's eyes widened in shock, as expected, and his jaw almost hit the floor. "So-sooo-ss-ssooo, let me get this straight. Harry is your..your..your cousin? Hermione, you need to tell him." "I can't Ron, I…" before I could explain he interrupted, "Mione, he has grown up his entire life thinking the only family he has is those damn muggles he lives with, and know we learn he has an aunt, uncle, and cousin that he doesn't know about. Mione, he could have been living with you all these years."
"Don't you think I know that Ronald? My mother's life and my own would have been in danger if he had lived with us instead of the Dursley's. It has been hard for me to not be able to tell Harry, but my mother wouldn't allow it." "What do you mean by wouldn't?" he asked. "My mother said that since Voldemort was gone that I could tell him but I can't seem to find the way. I love Harry. I don't want to hurt him." "Hermione, he will probably be mad, but he will get over it. He will eventually love it. Trust me. With that little show of your's earlier, he already knows something is up, as well as the rest of the school. It will be great seeing Malfoy's face once he finds out that not only are you not a muggle-born but you are related to Harry Potter." "You're right. I'll tell him, but you're coming with. Lets go."