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His Heir

By Avery-88

Chapter 4: Truth on the Hogwarts Express

Hermione came tumbling down with a crash through the barrier. As she stood up, she was knocked off her feet from her flying trunk and was caught by a nice handsome red head.

"Hey, Hermione," he said. "You made one hell of an entrance!"

"Ron!" Hermione squealed with delight. "Thanks for catching me."

"No problem," Ron said before studying her. "Wow, you've really changed, Hermione!"

"How? I'm still short and still got bushy hair."

"Well, your hair isn't that bushy, it's more like nice curls. You just look so grow up, and you also... well...have a figure that actually exists!" '

"Ronald!" Hermione said, a bit annoyed. "Well, you've also changed." Hermione looked at him. He was now around 6'3, had a more sexy tone, and was just an all-around dream guy.

"Yeah, I know."

"Ron, you know, sometimes you are just so full of yourself." Hermione glared. "Where did my trunk fly off to?"

"Here it is!" said a voice. Hermione turned around to see her other best friend. '"HARRY!" Hermione squealed as she ran to give him a hug.

"Wow, you changed!" Hermione said, hugging him. She could feel his rock hard chest. Probably by playing Quidditch all these years. He had grown to around 6'1, but still kept his traditional look: messy black hair, green eyes, glasses, and of course, his famous scar that was still there, even though Voldmort was dead.

"Hey, Hermione!" Harry said, hugging back. "I missed you this summer. The Dursleys were horrible like always. Luckily, I was able to stay at Ron's house for the last two weeks. Lucky me!"

"So, I guess...er...maybe we should find ourselves a seat," Ron said. "Yeah, then maybe you could help us with...er...homework."

"RON, HARRY! YOU DIDN'T DO YOUR HOMEWORK?" Hermione screamed.

"No, it's not like we didn't do our homework, more likely, we need help with the homework we didn't do. See? There's a difference!" Ron said.

"Well, come on then," Hermione said, rolling her eyes.

"What was that for , Hermelle?" Ron said.

"Ron, stop making up nicknames for me!" Hermione said, annoyed. Ron, Hermione and Harry went wandering down the hall of the train looking for a free compartment. Eventually, they reached the end of the train.

"There's none free!" Ron said.

"No duh!" Hermione replied.

"Guys, no fighting," Harry said impatiently, seeing that wherever Ron and Hermione went, there was sure to be a fight.

"I say we go find your sister, Ron. I bet she'll let us sit with her."

"Let's go," Hermione said, leading the way toward Ginny's compartment.

"Hey, Ginny! Mind if we sit here?" Hermione asked nicely. "There's nowhere else to sit."

"Sure, I guess," Ginny replied. "But Neville and Luna are also sitting here, just to let you know."

"That's fine," Harry replied.

Pretty soon, Neville and Luna came through the door holding hands.

"Neville, are you and Luna together?" Ron asked, seeing that he was the first one to notice.

"Ron, where have you been?" Ginny said. "They've been together since the end of last year!"

"Oh," Ron replied, a bit embarrassed.

During the train ride, all six of them went off to their own little worlds. Hermione was begged to help Ron and Harry with their unfinished homework before she got out a book and read. Harry and Ron talked about (what else?) Quidditch before Ginny joined in too, and Luna and Neville were of in their own world, which involved kissing, telling each other how much they loved each other, and so on.

Harry, Ron, Ginny, Neville, and Luna thought Hermione was reading, but she wasn't. Sure, she flipped the pages to make her look like she was reading, but she was really thinking of what her mother and father told her that morning. '

'...As I'm not you real father...'

''...I want you to know that even though you're not my child biologically that you still are and always will be my Hermione. When your mum and I got married you were only 11 months old. I have been wanting to tell you...'

''...You're not a Muggleborn...'

''...Your real father was a pureblood...'

Hermione wondered why her mother pushed her through the barrier when she asked who her real father was. Who was her real father? As she was thinking, she stared playing around with her new necklace with her hands. Since it was sunny out at this moment the glare caught Harry's eye.

"Hermione?" Harry asked. "Hermione?"

"Here, let me!" Ron said, getting up and plugging her nose.

"RON, WHAT WAS THAT FOR?" Hermione yelled after being disturbed from her deep thoughts.

"Harry was calling you and you were too into you book there, so I plugged your nose." Ron said. "And it got your attention!"

"Fine," Hermione grumbled, rubbing her red nose. "What do you want, Harry?"

"Umm...where did you get that necklace?" Harry questioned.

"Oh, my dad gave it to me. It was his great-grandmother's," Hermione replied before she looked down back at her book, trying to recover her thoughts.

"Wouldn't that be your great-great-grandmother's than?" Harry asked. Hermione looked up from her book and answered him, completely forgetting what she was trying to keep a secret.

"Well, not really, seeing as he's not my biological father, since my real father, as well as my mother, were just purebloods-"

"WHAT?" shouted all five people who were really listening to what Hermione had said. Oh, god, why did I just say that here in front of them? Where's my head? Hermione thought.

"You're not a Mudblood?" came a deep male voice from the compartment door. '

"No, I'm not," Hermione answered, her nose in the air. She turned to the door only to see...