Okay. Here's the deal: I had no idea whatsoever what I should do with this story. With either of my stories, at that! So I asked my friends, what should I do? And so I thought…and thought…and thought…my grades went down…and I was still thinking, when I suddenly came up with this! So enjoy! (And once again, sorry…)

Secrets Unveiled:

Yes. He had done it. Ron stood there, shocked to see the face he now looked at.

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I whirled around and looked into his eyes. Why? Why did he defy me? I clumsily grappled with my hood, still looking into his eyes. His beautiful eyes; Ron was shocked, I could tell. Part of me wanted to laugh, and another wanted to run and hide. The later won.

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She wasn't Nicole. She was Hermione.

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I couldn't believe it. My cover…now the death eaters would surely find me. It was bad enough Ginny had found out. I should have known better than to go out with him. My main problem was how many other people saw, and how long I had my hood down. I was running up to the castle, tears streaming down my face.

I was going so fast – too fast – and I ran into none other than Ginny.

"Nicole? What's the matter?"

"I went out with Ron, out to Hogsmeade…"

"So? Good for you!"

"He know, Gin. He knows it's me."

Ginny stared at me in shock, and I continued.

"He pulled down my good, right in front of all those people. I don't know how many saw. Oh, god, Ginny, do you think the death eaters will find me? Will they…again…"

"I don't know, Hermione. I don't know." My best friend held me, still crying, as we walked to the headmistress's office, in a comforting silence.

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"Hey, Ron!"

No answer. What was his problem?

"Helloooo, Ron! Anybody home?"

"She was…she wasn't Nicole."

"You mean you actually went through with that plan of yours? Did it work?"

"Hermione…"

"What about Hermione? What happened, Ron?"

"Ginny knows…Nicole is Hermione."

"But that's impossible, Ron! Now your talking nonsense!"

"I saw her face. Just go and ask Ginny! They'll be in McGonagall's office, no doubt. Those traitors, those…"

"Ron! Shut up! They're not traitors! I understand, now…they were just protecting Hermione. The death eaters are still after her, don't you see? And…other reasons…"

"Me?"

There was only silence.

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Hermione was sobbing profusely now, and I couldn't bear to watch. She had been through so much, and now this.

"Professor McGonagall, perhaps Hermione should stay in the room of requirement, until we've wiped their minds?"

"H-how a-about f-f-forever? P-please?" Hermione stuttered, breaking into another round of sobs.

"Why in the world would you want to stay all cooped up in a dreadful place like that? And forever? I just don't see the point…"

"I do." I whispered. "She can't take it anymore, Professor. She had to date that scumbag, then she got her heart broken, then she got kidnapped, then she was tortured, she can't remember everything from her past, and now this! And by the very person who broke her heart, who, I am very ashamed to say, is my brother, the infamous Ronald Weasly!"

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"Wow, Ron. You were right." I stated in surprise. Ron and I had been listening outside the door the entire time. Ron just looked at me. I could have sworn his eyes held a glint of sorrow and shame, but I couldn't be sure; it disappeared so quickly.

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It seems that everything you know and learn to love disappears so quickly, doesn't it. I think…no, I know.