A/N: Hey, guys! Here is another chapter for you guys. I'm going to try and get back 2 quickly updating, but after I got back from SP and Florida,I couldn't come up with anything! But then it hit me, and here's some more stuff. I will update my HM/PC story ASAP, okay? But this one has more demands, so...yeah. Thank you guys so much.
"Other identity? Hannah Montana? Performing? Concert?" Harry spat, reading off the words from the letter. I whipped around, my eyes forming slits. "Why did you read my mail?"
Harry ignored my accusation and sneered, "I thought you told me everything. I was the 'only one you could trust.' But I guess I was wrong." Normally, I would be devastated and forlorn in this situation, but I was frustrated and angry with Harry for getting into my personal business, especially some of such importance! Why did he do that? "And I thought I could trust you enough to have some morals and not read other people's personal and private stuff! Is it really that hard?" I fired back, sticking my nose up in the air snottily.
"Whatever, Stewart," Harry scoffed, "but you'd better treat me with more respect. I would hate it for your secret to get out." The color drained from my face, but I didn't let him see. Of course, I was used to having people threaten against me when they found out my secret, but it was worse to hear it from someone who I felt had no right! He barely knew me! He couldn't do that. It wasn't okay under any circumstances.
"That would make you just as filthy and sleazy as the paparazzi I deal with every day," I hissed. "I have no problem handling another slimy little rat like them. Bring it on." He forced an uncomfortable laugh, and I could tell I was majorly intimidating him. "Fine," he said, "but remember—you are just a novice in magic. I could blow you across the planet. Watch yourself."
"I don't need magic," I smirked. "I've been dealing with rats, sleazballs, losers, people with no life, and pathetic jerks for two years without the assistance of sissy magic, and I can handle another one of those without it, too. Only cowards resort to things they cannot comprehend. So goodbye Harry and good riddance. I have a concert to prepare for. The first venue show is this Friday, as in two days."
And with that, I stomped off, leaving Harry, dumbstruck, in the room.
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The next morning, I ate in the Great Hall off by Ginny, a Gryffindor I was comfortable around. Although it was slightly awkward after the whole episode with her brother and his puppy-love crush, we dealt with it maturely. But that morning she was acting majorly odd and distant, as was all of the other people I found closely affiliated to Harry. I assumed he told everybody my secret in his little loser loop, but I didn't care. I would be rid of this school as soon as I pleased. One simple trip to the owl postage area and I'd be free.
"Ginny?" I asked impatiently. "Are you alright?" Ginny shook her head as if to wake herself up from a deep sleep. "Um, yes, I am," she said awkwardly. "Sorry. I didn't get a lot of sleep." I decided to test her excuse. "Oh, really?" She nodded. "So, have you ever heard of Hannah Montana, a famous America singer?" Ginny's eyes bulged. "I don't recall I have…." she mumbled, her eyes looking elsewhere. "Ginny," I whispered, "I know that Harry told you and I know that you know. It's alright. I expected him to spill, and I can handle it. Do you know?"
Ginny nodded discreetly, motioning towards where Harry was sitting, whispering to Hermione and Ron. "I'm sorry," Ginny said, "I should've come straight out and told you I knew. I don't understand why Harry blew up like that. It was your right to keep the secret a secret, considering how life-altering and big it is. I just didn't want you to know someone else knew, for fear it would upset you. Please know that I instructed Harry to not tell anyone besides whom he already told, and he promised not to. And, also, please know that I won't treat you differently or hold it against you."
I smiled. "Thank you so much, Ginny," I said genuinely. "That's probably the nicest thing anyone's said to me since the little 'incident.'" I reached over and gave her a small hug. Just as I was doing so, Hermione sat up and swung her legs over the bench. Then she began walking over to wear Ginny and I sat.
"Um," she murmured quietly, "I just want to say what a pleasure it is to meet you, Han—I mean, Miley. I never said that, and I just am so happy I got the wonderful opportunity. And just so I can remember what a lovely girl you are, may I have your signature on this piece of paper, right by Orlando Bloom's?"
I smiled as if I didn't think this strange. I signed the name "Hannah Montana" in the indicated spot. She stared at it and squealed, then gasped, "How'd you know that I know?"
"It's sort of obvious, as most girls don't say that meeting another girl is a 'wonderful opportunity' and a 'pleasure,'" I pointed out. Hermione smiled uncomfortably. "I'm sorry for what Harry did to you, but please understand that Ginny and I have stopped him from telling anyone, especially Malfoy or any other Slytherins. But I also want you to know how amazing you are and how fascinating I think your secret is! It must be very trying and difficult to keep it under wraps for so long and to decide who is trustworthy enough! And your voice is beautiful, just in case you needed some positive feedback."
I grinned. I wasn't expecting my secret and lying to be accepted to graciously.
"Thanks," I said sincerely. "Thanks a lot."