A/N: I'm writing another chapter before Bix can hurt me.

Chapter 2: Just Between Friends

The next morning was a blur. Nobody knew just how much stuff could be accumulated by just four students. Parchment, quills, books, brooms, robes, and Skiving Snackboxes (Harry and Ron had visited Weasley's Wizard Weezes the day before) littered everywhere from the rooms to the dining room downstairs.

"Hermione! Harry! Ron! Ginny! Get down here NOW! We have to leave!" Mrs. Weasley called upstairs to the flustered teenagers. Mr. Weasley had needed to go into work that morning leaving Mrs. Weasley to do all the rounding up. "Please HURRY!"

Hermione was down first. Not really talking to anyone the night before gave her all the time she needed to pack. Next were Harry and Ron who had paid Fred and George to pack for them the night before. Finally Ginny came scrambling down the stairs with a piece of her toast jammed in her mouth. She had overslept and had just gotten to comb her hair before her mother called.

"Hurry now! We're going to be late! NO Ron you can't drive your father's new car. Why he even tried that again I don't know!" Mrs. Weasley was on the warpath. Stress, annoyance, and lack of sleep had in a very foul mood so Ron didn't dare argue.

The drive to the station was an interesting one. Ron and Ginny argued, Harry refereed, and Hermione sat silently. "What's wrong Hermione dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked, but she just shook her head. "Nothing. I'm just...tired I guess." Mrs. Weasley gave her a suspicious look, but didn't comment again.

Once at the station, everyone clambered to get trolleys. Everyone was in mass confusion and with only five minutes to eleven, no time could be wasted. It was decided to go in a mass group. Hermione, Harry, Ron, and Ginny leaned against a wall, apparently completely amazed by something on the opposite wall. No one noticed when the four melted into the wall. The group ran onto the train and searched for a private compartment as always. No one noticed that Hermione was the one who most wanted a compartment for just them. When Ginny finally noticed, she said "Hermione? Why is it we have to have a completely empty compartment?"

She was trapped. She sighed and said "I have to tell you something. Only the four of you." Rona and Harry looked at each other, then back to Hermione. "Ok…" And with that, Hermione left her trunk with Ginny and hurried off to find a compartment. Harry gave Ron and Ginny a nervous look. "What was that all about?" But Ron just said "No idea. Probably found some rare book and wants to tell us all about how Binns died or something."

Hermione came back. "Come on! I've locked the door so no one can get in but us. Hurry!" She ran off again and opened a door on the right side of the train. "In here." Once everyone was in, the door was shut, and the trunks were put away, Hermione sat down. "Ok…I've got something I need to tell you all about." She said. Looking at her feet, playing with a hangnail, she started. "Yesterday morning, my mum told me something that…well, I got so mad at her for keeping it from me. She walked in, sat one my bed, and said 'Hermione I've got something to tell you that may shock you a little.' I was a little nervous, but I kept listening. Then she said, 'Dear…sixteen years ago, two days after you were born, you father and I adopted you.'" Hermione stopped to regroup herself. No one said a word, but waited for Hermione to continue. Taking a deep breath, she started again. "I was in complete shock, but I didn't get a chance to say a thing because the next thing she said was, 'We met your mother and well…she was a witch. As was your father.' By then I lost it. I started screaming at her things like, 'WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME!' and 'HOW COULD YOU LIE TO ME FOR SIXTEEN YEARS!'" Hermione started breathing quickly. "I hated her for lying to me…So…Well, now you know."

Harry, Ron, and Ginny were all in shock. Ron spoke first. "So...you're pureblood?"

Hermione nodded. "Yup." Harry let out a low whistle. "I can't believe she never told you. Do you know who your parents are?" Hermione shook her head. "Not yet. But I'm going to Dumbledore tomorrow."

Ginny nodded. "You should. He would know. Mum told me once. McGonagall has this quill. Every time a baby is born that shows signs of magic, the quill puts down the name. Then when the kid turns eleven, they get their letters."

Hermione nodded. "Ok…So what do you think?"

The group continued talking for the rest of the journey, but they were unaware of who had overheard the entire story of the previous morning out in the corridor.