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Chapter 8: Her Past

Ron finds out the real Iris.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters here…. I don't even own Iris Zabini… I just own the plotline…

(I got Iris Zabini from another HP fic I read at paid for Iris's clothes. She's now dressed in a black tank top, a long black skirt, black boots and a black blazer. No one looked at her since black is a common color in there. They walked along the streets of Diagon Alley.

"Thanks, Ron. Thanks for buying my clothes." Iris said greatfully.

"I hope you don't do anything illegal like drugs or something." Ron jokingly said.

Iris smiled. "Honestly, I don't. My reason for dressing like this is deep."

"How come?" Ron asked.

Iris asked, "Do you really want to know?"

Ron nodded. "If Mom's decision about us is not gonna change, at least let me know something about you, Iris."

"Well," Iris started. "Dad kept getting me engaged with different sons of Death Eaters. I was even offered to Draco Malfoy. But he refused once he saw my get-up and my face. He sorta said something about a Muggle-born girl named Hermione. He said that I look too much like her."

Ron didn't make a reaction. 'It's true. She really does look like Hermione.'

Iris continued. "All of them refused to marry me since I look like a punk."

"I think you're not a punk, Iris." Ron said. "I think that you're a shy, sweet girl who needed to hide to protect herself."

Iris smiled. "That's true. Since I've been treated like something that my Dad needs to get rid off, I dressed like this so no one would accept me until now."

Ron blushed. "I see."

Iris asked, "Do you want to know the real me?"

Ron answered, "If you want me to know."

Iris drew herself nearer Ron. She held his head and kissed his lips. Ron embraced her.

People didn't really mind seeing them like that. They continued on what they were doing.

Iris let him go. "What do you think?"

Ron smiled. "Not bad."

"What did you found out about me?" Iris asked.

"You're a great kisser." Ron answered.

Iris answered, "Is that all you found out?"

Ron answered, "I found out that you're an angel in black. You smell so heavenly."

"You noticed?" Iris asked. "Most guys don't."

"I'm no ordinary guy." Ron said.

"I'm no ordinary girl." Iris said. Iris stared at Ron's eyes. 'Am I starting to fall for this guy?'

I'm an angel, I'm a devil
I am sometimes in between
I'm as bad it can get
And good as it can be
Sometimes I'm a million colors
Sometimes I'm black and white
I am all extremes
Try to figure me out you never can
There's so many things I am

I am special
I am beautiful
I am wonderful
And powerful
Unstoppable
Sometimes I'm miserable
Sometimes I'm pitiful
But that's so typical of all the things I am

I'm someone filled with self-belief
And haunted by self-doubt
I've got all the answers
I've got nothing figured out
I like to be by myself
I hate to be alone
I'm up and I am down
But that's part of the thrill
Part of the plan
Part of all of the things I am

I am special
I am beautiful
I am wonderful
And powerful
Unstoppable
Sometimes I'm miserable
Sometimes I'm pitiful
But that's so typical of all the things I am

I'm a million contradictions
Sometimes I make no sense
Sometimes I'm perfect
Sometimes I'm a mess
Sometimes I'm not sure who I am

I am special
I am beautiful
I am wonderful
And powerful
Unstoppable
Sometimes I'm miserable
Sometimes I'm pitiful
But that's so typical of all the things I am

I am special
I am beautiful
I am wonderful
And powerful
Unstoppable
Sometimes I'm miserable
Sometimes I'm pitiful
But that's so typical of all the things I am
Of all the things I am
Sometimes I'm miserable
Sometimes I'm pitiful
But that's so typical of all the things I am
Of all the things I am

They continued to walk around Diagon Alley. They even passed by the bookstore because Iris was looking for a book she longed to read.

'Just like Hermione.' Ron thought as Iris happily bought the book.

That night, when both of them got home, Mrs. Weasley saw the changes between Iris and Ron. Mrs. Weasley decided not to react about Iris's change of clothes. She gazed happily at her son and fiancée.

After dinner, Ron and Iris decided to walk around the Burrow. There were stars on the sky so they sat by the hill to watch them.

Iris looked at Ron. "Ron, I had a wonderful time with you today."

"I did as well." Ron slipped an arm around Iris's waist.

Iris kissed Ron on his lips again. "I love you, Ron."

"I love you too, Hermione." Ron said.

"What did you say?" Iris stood up.

"Iris, I'm sorry." Ron said.

"You referred to me as Hermione. Why? Because I look so much like her?" Iris asked. "I thought I found someone who loves me and accepted me for who I am." There were tears on her eyes. "But I was wrong."

Iris started to run away and headed back to the Burrow. Ron just sat there and said, "Great. I just blew it. Now, that I found out I love her."

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