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Parables, Lullabies, and Secrets

PartII: FINALLY!

"Hermione?" she came back to reality with Ron shaking her awake.

"NO, NO, NO, NO, NO! They're not! Nope, nope, nope…"
"Hermione, it's ok, calm down."
"No, Ron, you calm down! Harry and Malfoy are my bloody brothers! There is no way in hell! At least you knew you had brothers! I punched him! And, OH MY GOD!" Hermione's already racing mind began to speed up.

Oh my god! I had a crush on my brother! That's unnatural! No, no, no, no! Annd I punched my other brother! Shit, I called him scum, thereby making me half scum, and Harry half scum! I never thought I would regret making fun of him and his family. Shit, Shit, Shit!

"Ron, slap me."
"Wh-what?"

"Do it!"
"No!"

"Do it now, or I'll slap you!"

"How hard?"

"Do you have to question everything? Just slap me as much as you love me!" Not realizing this was a bad thing to say, a searing pain spread across her face like a wild fire, as if a white hot metal rod had been pressed to her cheek. "Damn, Ron! That hurt!"

He shrugged his shoulders. "You told me to slap you as much as I love you. I toned it down a bit so I wouldn't send you flying across the room. But, sorry."

Harry walked solemnly into the house. "Did you find out, Hermione?"
"I did."

"What happened to your face?" Harry asked.

"What? Oh, Ron hit me." said Hermione, not thinking of the consequences.

"YOU DID WHAT!" yelled a red faced Harry, as he pounced on Ron.

"H-Har-ry, sh-she t-told me t-to." Said Ron, trying to escape the choke hold Harry had him in.

"Harry, I did." Hermione said, also trying to get Harry of Ron.

"YOU STILL DON'T HIT GIRLS! EVEN IF THEY THREATEN YOU WITH YOUR LIFE!"

"Woah, calm down, Harry." said Bill, racing down the stairs when Harry refused to let Ron out of the head lock. Bill pried Harry off of Ron.

"You need to calm down, mate." said Ron, gasping for breath. "And not take your anger out on me."

"I wasn't taking my anger out on anyone What if I hit Ginny? It's the same thing."
"That really hurt." said Hermione, reflecting upon prior events.

"Well, I really love you. A lot." Ron gasped at this comment as it had slipped out of his mouth without any intentions of doing so.

"You do?"
"DUUUUUUUUH!" Harry shouted. "Now that you've finally confessed your undying love for her in front of the entire Order, can we figure out what we're doing tomorrow?"

Ron and Hermione's eyes snapped up and found the entire Order assembled , including Moody. Ironically, the Order burst out into cheers, and Ron scowled. "Merlin, Weasley, it took you long enough!" Moody growled. "Now, let's get to business. Poter, Granger, what did the traitor tell you?"

"Well, that he's our biological father. In his first letter, he kind of left the little detail that Malfoy and Hermione are my brother and sister. And he told me that my dad- James, I mean- had no clue that I wasn't his, and I'm under a glamour charm that will never come off."

"Did he, now?"

"Yes, but I'm glad he did, I don't want to look like him!"

"Granger?"
"He told me that it happened at the Hogwarts staff Christmas party. They had a bunch of alcohol, and well… three weeks later, they found out I was on the way. The Grangers agreed to raise me before I was even born. As for the way I look, I'm just lucky I didn't inherit my father's appearance." She said slowly, trying not to cry.

"I see, and I assume he didn't tell you about what happened with Miss Narcissa?"

"No." Harry and Hermione said concurrently.

"Well, then is there anything else you'd like to tell us?" Kingsley shacklebolt asked quietly.

"He invited us to meet him at the Leaky Cauldron tomorrow morning. He told us we could bring body guards if need be." Said Hermione.

"I'm going whether you like it or not!" Harry said defiantly.

"Oh no you're not!" Moody snarled.

"Yes I am, and if you try to stop me, it won't work."

"Planning on using that invisibility cloak, eh, Potter?" Moody smirked, while Harry glowered.

"Miss Granger, do you plan on going?" Lupin asked.

"I had planned on it," Hermione said, "But not without the Order's consent."

"Alright, Granger, you can go." Moody said. "You, Potter, may not."

"What? That's so unfair! Just because she's little Miss Perfect Prefect Hermione! I don't care what you say! I'm going! I have just as much right to know about my past as she does!"

"Harry, I believe if you had not so boldly said, 'I'm going whether you like it or not!' and been a little more polite, he perhaps might have given you permission."

"You could learn a thing or two from your sister, Potter."

Through gritted teeth, Harry asked, "May I please go with Hermione to see our father tomorrow?"
"Why sure, my boy, since you asked so nicely." Moody said in the most cheerful voice he could muster.

"That was dumb." Ron said listlessly. "Can we go now?"
"Ronald! Mind your manners!" Mrs. Weasley scolded.

""Molly, I think they've told us all they can." said Tonks.

"Fine. Off with you." Mrs. Weasley said.

The trio bounded off up to Ron's bedroom, and plopped down on his bed.

"It has been a long day."

"I hear you sister."

"Ron?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah?"

"Do you really love me?"

"Yup."

"I love you too."

Ron smiled lightly as his eyelids became increasingly heavy. His last notion before he fell asleep was she loves me.