This is another FanFic of mine. I hope you enjoy, and please, please, PLEASE review. I love reading reviews, though as I'm writing this I only have a few. I just love all the great feedback. This is a chapter that I had a lot of fun writing, and for me it was very, very, VERY amusing. ENJOY!

Chapter 2

Hermione woke with a start.

"Get up right now!"

"What?" she asked. "Who is it?"

Hermione heard a sigh. "Seriously, Hermione. Can't you tell my voice from Harry's?" It was Ron. But how did Ron get into her house? Her parents were Muggles; they didn't let anyone in, unless they were her parents' friends or family. So Hermione opened her eyes, but Ron's voice kept hurrying her.

"Hermione! We have to go. Now. It's- well, we'll tell you when we get there. Just HURRY UP!" Ron said, clearly exasperated.

"Ok Ron! I can't get changed when you're looking, though." Hermione told him, and Ron left the room. Hermione changed in a quick fashion, and she summoned Ron back in. He immediately grabbed her arm and pulled her from her bedroom, down the stairs, and out the front door. Hermione checked her watch. "How did my parents let you in at midnight?" she asked in shock. Ron gave her an I-think-you-already-know-that look. "You unlocked it yourself?" she gasped, covering her mouth with her cold hand. Ron nodded. "Just because you are seventeen and can use magic whenever you want, does not mean you can unlock the door to my house and intrude! Come on, Ron. You know better than that. Besides, can't you go through your last year at Hogwarts without using magic outside of school?"

"Hermione Granger! This is special when it's new, you can't make me stop it!" Ron said. "Here it is."

"Here is what? That port key?" Ron rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"Honestly, Hermione. Grab on." Hermione touched the port key, which was in the shape of a Muggle penny, at the same time as Ron, who seemed to be accompanied by Tonks, Lupin, Mad Eye Moody, Fred and George.

They landed approximately three feet from the doorstep of the Burrow. Tonks and Lupin ran in first, Fred and George followed suit quite quickly, Mad Eye Moody walked in behind them, and Ron grabbed Hermione's hand. But before they could enter, Hermione asked, "What's going on?" Ron gave her an apologetic look and answered with, "I actually haven't been told." Hermione sighed.

They walked in, and Ginny let what have been her eight-hundredth sob. "It's not fair!" she said, her crying mixing up the sentence. "How come you never told me?" she asked. Harry was hugging her, and Mr and Mrs Weasley were crying.

"Because, Ginny," started Arthur Weasley. "We never knew. You were adopted, yes. But you were brought to us by someone else. I can't remember the name now, but not them. We didn't know until this morning, when you had the blood test."

Hermione was dying to know what was going on. "Excuse me, but can someone please tell me what is going on?"

Harry looked up at her. "Ginny was originally the sister of your boyfriend." Everyone looked at Hermione. She looked around, her eyes darting from person to person.

"What?" How had Harry got to the conclusion that she was in a relationship?

"Come on, Hermione." Harry said. "Everyone knows about you and," she cut him off.

"I am not in a relationship with anyone, Harry!" she said crossly. "And who are you suggesting? Wait. Tell me privately." She pulled Harry into another room, and glared at him. He repeated, and actually finished what he had started to say a minute ago.

"Everyone knows about you and Malfoy."

Hermione gasped, and ran back into the main room. She grabbed Ron and pulled him upstairs to his room, and pushed him onto his bed. She collapsed on top of him. "It's not true, Ron." She sobbed. "I don't know what got into Harry, thinking that was true." Ron pulled her up to a sitting position beside him.

"What are you talking about?" he asked. Hermione pulled him into a hug.

"He thinks the relationship is… is…" she let out another cry. She didn't think she could say it. "He thinks I'm with…" she buried her head deeper into his chest. "Malfoy." She finally finished.

Hermione felt Ron's heart beat faster and faster. "That little… argh!" she felt him pull her close, and shift so she was in a carrying position. Hermione's eyes were glued together with tears, but she trusted Ron as he carried her downstairs. "Harry, get over here!" He yelled from the kitchen. Hermione rubbed her eyes and managed to open them just as Harry came around the corner.

"I can't believe you said that!" Ron yelled. Harry pulled out his wand. "You worthless-!"

"Stupefy!" Harry yelled. But his aim was a little too low, and the spell hit Hermione.

Hermione woke with her head on Ron's shoulder. "What happened?" she asked sleepily.

"Well, Harry tried to stun me, but it hit you. And then he ran. You aren't that light, by the way. Harry's spell was pretty powerful that time."

Hermione sighed. "I'm not with Malfoy." She said.

"I know Hermione." The train stopped, and students began gathering their belongings and jumping off the Hogwarts Express. The Sorting Ceremony was the same as it had always been. Warning to keep safe from the hat, followed by the actual sorting. The new Gryffindors were very brave-looking. There was Jonathan Grenfell, Georgia Chameleon, Bethany Burris, Mia, Gemma, Samantha and Frank Hobson, and the Wright brothers; Jerry, Caine, Rupert and Drake. Hermione looked over at the Slytherin table whenever a new first year was placed there, and managed to scowl at Draco Malfoy every time, just to prove Harry wrong, even though he was not at the seventh-year end, he was congratulating all the new Gryffindors.

Hermione wanted to stay sleeping for ages once she had woken up in the morning. Annoyingly, Harry and Malfoy were in most of her classes. The only one she had with Harry, but without Malfoy, was Arithmancy. She had no one to scowl at with during that lesson. She got to scowl at Malfoy during Astronomy, though. Malfoy took the seat next to Ginny, and Hermione could tell it would upset her, so she sat next to Ginny, and kept scooting closer to her.

"What's wrong, Weasley? Need a friend to survive me?" Malfoy sneered, with a small chuckle after he had finished.

"Stop it, Malfoy. She's just…" Hermione had never been told whether she was allowed to tell Malfoy about Ginny or not, so she finished her sentence not saying "Your younger sister." but instead, "A bit overloaded at the moment." Hermione saw Malfoy's smirk, and added, "With classes." Ginny gave her a thankful smile. She returned the favour, and shot her best scowl at Malfoy. She knew what would tick him off the most. She had to use his first name.

"How many classes do you have, Draco?" she asked innocently. Malfoy shuddered at the use of his first name; he hated anyone other than his friends and family saying it. "I have eight."

"Eight?" Malfoy said in disbelief. "How do you do it, Granger? I have six. Not too little, but not too many either." Hermione hated being called 'Granger'.

She sighed. "Ok. I'll call you Malfoy if you don't call me Granger." Malfoy smirked.

"Deal." He said. He extended his hand, and Hermione knew how she could amuse not only herself, but Ginny as well.

"No one ever said we had to shake hands!" she exclaimed, slithering her hand back into her lap in mock-disgust, but only someone as thick as Malfoy would think was real, so Ginny smiled at her, clearly holding in a giggle, and Malfoy rolled his eyes. "Honestly, Malfoy. You are so thick."

Malfoy gave her a look of confusion, and she rolled her eyes. "I was toying with you!" Malfoy gave her his own impressive disgusted look, and turned away.

"I'm not thick, Granger." He said. Hermione remembered about the deal, so she said, "Whatever you say, Draco." She had to hold in a huge laugh with less than a smile when he turned around. His face was hilarious.

"I thought we had a deal." He said coldly.

"So did I. But you called me Granger. Every time one of us doesn't obey the deal, the other gets to disobey as well." She said smugly.

"Why did I even bother talking to you?" he muttered. Hermione decided to play with him even more, since they had gotten there fifteen minutes early to get seats.

"I know your secret." Hermione had no knowledge that Malfoy had any secrets, but narrowed it down to see his reaction. "Your secret about me." Malfoy's look of horror was one of the most entertaining things she had ever seen.

"Who told you?"

"Oh, it's obvious, isn't it? The way you look at me, that kind of stuff. That's what told me. Actually, Harry thought we were…" she decided that Malfoy knew what she meant, because his look of horror went back to its original state, after dropping a bit. "It turned out to have a bad ending. He stunned me three days before the train trip, and I woke up a few minutes before we had to get off! We haven't talked to him, Ron and me."

The worst thing Hermione found out was that.

Draco Malfoy had a large crush on her.