Chapter Six: Who Are You

Tanya turned the corner in the big house. She walked down the hall leading to the attic door (located directly above the door leading to one of the guest rooms on the third floor).

"AH!"

"Holy shit!" Tanya jumped back, resulting in her butt meeting the floor painfully.

"Sorry," a deep voice said, offering her a hand to help her up.

She looked up and saw Zelia's cousin, the redheaded one, pull her up.

"Oh, no prob. Thanks." 'Wow, he looks nothing like Zeel.'

"No problem, Tanya, right?" She saw a slight pink come to his cheeks.

"Yeah, um,"

"Ron."

"Right, sorry." Tanya felt some color come to her cheeks.

"So, um, what're you doin' wandering around?" Ron put his hands in his pockets. "I hope you don't tell me that Zelia's gone back to her old ways of pranking."

The two laughed.

"I was actually just looking around for something to do," Tanya explained. "The twins, Shari and Daliah, are at the mall, they have a job at their favorite clothing store, Zelia is trying to help, um, Draco?"

"Harry."

"Oops, sorry. Well, um, yeah, basically everyone is busy." Tanya shrugged lightly. "What're you up to?"

"I was looking for the library to see if I could find a book or something. Zelia said she had a book that might help us."

"Wait, why isn't she the one getting it then?" Tanya asked, ready for the answer.

"I volunteered. I thought she could help calm Harry down." Ron blushed a bit. "I'm not too good in that department, bit of a tendency to be a bit of a hothead."

Tanya giggled. "The library is on the first floor. I'll help you."

The two walked side by side down the hall, no knowing what to say.

"So, um," Ron tried to think of something to say, "where's everyone else?"

"Theo has gone missing, probably in one of the guestrooms though, and Thera and Draco have gone missing."

"What?"

"What?"

"Her-Thera and Draco have both gone missing?" Ron exclaimed.

"Yeah, why?" Tanya turned to Ron, who was frozen to the spot where he was when Tanya told him.

"Because he's bloody Malfoy, that's why!" Ron then realized his outburst and looked at Tanya's shocked expression. "I'm sorry, it's a school-mate rivalry that's been between myself, Harry and Thera and Draco."

"Wait, aren't you cousins?"

"Oh, well, um, our families were never really close," Ron tried to explain to her.

"Oh. I'm sorry." Tanya took his hand and led him to the staircase.

"It's okay," Ron shrugged and began to quicken his pace down the stairs.

"Wait up!"

"Harry, just admit it. You guys are brothers!" Zelia was tiring of the repetitive conversation.

For the past hour Harry had come up with some way around the truth or an excuse for his mother. Zelia hinted to Ron to get a book from the library so she could try to get Harry to stop his continuous thoughts. Ron hadn't been helping too much. He was actually encouraging Harry's crazy thoughts and ideas.

"YOU DON'T GET IT, THOUGH, ZELIA!" Harry jumped up from the bed. "Ma-Draco and I have been enemies since we first met back in first year. He made all of our school lives miserable. His father was a fucking Death Eater!"

Zelia gasped. "No!" She exclaimed.

"Yes!" Harry shook his head as it hung. "I didn't want to te-"

"Harry, I was being sarcastic, sorry." Zelia stood up and put her hand on Harry's arm. "That's actually how we met."

"Wha-how?"

"My father was a member of the Order of The Phoenix," Zelia began. "He went undercover as a Death Eater's friend. My mother was good friends with Narcissa, who assisted us. My father was never initiated as a full fledged Death eater, but that was only because the day before his initiation, You-Know-Who went to pay you a little visit."

"Well I'm glad to know that the death of my parents helped your dad avoid a tattoo," Harry sneered.

"He was risking his life! Y'know what, I know that you don't mean that. You're just upset and that is why you said it." Zelia plopped down onto the bed. "Listen, you have a brother, deal with it. It's not as though you guys are blood related. Your mother didn't exactly sleep with his dad or something, or vice versa."

Harry mumbled something along the lines of "sick and wrong," to that.

"Give him a chance?"

Harry shrugged.

"Let me see that letter you and Ron wrote with him."

"Theo?" Hermione was shocked. Sitting on the bed of the room she was staying in was Theo. "What are you doing here?"

He jumped up from the bed as though it was on fire.

"I-I, I don't know." Theo looked at her. She looked magnificent. He noticed that her face looked a bit flushed, but thought not of it. It was probably because she was surprised.

"W-well, um," Hermione's heart was racing, "please sit down."

"Oh, uh, thanks." Theo shoved his hands into his pockets and looked around the room.

Hermione just stood there, waiting for him to sit. When he did not after several minutes she walked over to him, put her hand on his shoulder and gently pushed him down onto the bed.

She didn't realize until mid-push what she was doing, just that she was doing it.

"I'm sorry," she quickly moved her hand from his shoulder and turned away.

"No," He stood up, put his hand on her shoulder and leaned in. "I should be the sorry one."

Hermione whipped around and looked up at the boy who had broken her heart only a few hours ago. No, wait, she had broken his heart. She was the one who had let him go.

The two stood in silence, just looking at each other. Neither one wanted to make a move, for they were both afraid.

Tears flowed down Hermione's eyes.

"I love you."

"Who are you?"