Hermione Voldemort's Daughter

Chapter 15: Slipping

"Hermione why didn't you tell him then!" Ginny whined at breakfast the next morning.

"Tell him what?" I whispered to her.

"That your you-know!" she replied.

"Why should I? I'll tell him when the time says I must." I whispered.

"Hi guys!" Ron said sitting down.

"Go away Ron I'm talking to Mione about important things." Ginny said.

"Why should I? Food is important too." Ron said sitting down. Ginny groaned.

"See, this is why we went to the Hufflepuff's carriage." Ginny said. "Hufflepuff's don't interrupt- apart from Justin."

"That's because Justin knows how you interrogate." I laughed.

"And my interrogation techniques are good." Ginny smiled.

"No they aren't!" I looked at her like she was crazy.

"They get people to spill do they not?" Ginny reasoned.

"If they don't die from the method first," I joked. Ginny sighed.

"What were we talking about again?" she asked. I decided to use the opportunity to slip being interrogated.
"I don't know." I shrugged. Ron looked at me.

"Yes you do. Ginny was interrogating you about stuff." Ron put in.

"Thanks Ron!" Ginny smiled. I glared at him.

"Geez if looks could kill," Ron commented.

"If looks could kill we'd all be dead and you'd be dead twice." I commented, looking towards the Slytherin table.

"True that." Ron shrugged. Talking of the Slytherin table, I saw Blaise Zabini walking over towards us looking really nervous.

"Hey, Gin, look who's coming towards you..." I smirkled devishly. Ginny, I, Ron, Parvati, Lavender, Nearly Headless Nick, Geoffrey Hooper, Lee, Neville, Colin Creevey, his brother Dennis Creevey, Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan and Cormac McLaggan all turned around to have a look at him. He looked at us all and scooted off. I laughed.

"How was he coming towards me? There's about a million people on this table!" Ginny reasoned.

"Because he's Blaise Zabini and that's twice he's scooted like that now," I replied. Everyone looked at me.

"When has he ever scooted like that?" Ginny asked.

"Remember that time just after we talked to Justin, when we saw Malfoy? Well just before that the said two Slytherin's-" I started, but Ron cut me off.

"Wait, Justin's a Slytherin? I thought he was a whatyoumacallit!" he gasped.

"A Hufflepuff, Ron. And not Justin, Zabini and Dr- Malfoy." I slipped, and then I continued. "They were talking, we started walking up and he took one look at us- Zabini, that is, and scampered. He probably fancies you. It's obvious!"

"He could fancy you!" Ginny accused, "We were both there!" Everyone was watching this heated conversation, looking back and forth at the two of us like a tennis tournament.

"I would have worked it out if he fancied me. He never goes red as a Weasley- god, love that simile- when it's just me around." I recalled.

"Oh so YOU fancy him now, do you?" Ginny smirked.
"Slytherin trait!" I gasped before continuing, "How did you get that impression anyway?"

"Well it sounds to me like you've been watching him very closely." Ginny stated, saying the last two words very slowly.

"I'm not him I'm looking at; it's not my fault he's always there whenever I'm gawking at-" I stopped myself before I said Draco's name.

"Gawking at who Hermione?" Ginny asked. I went red.

"Nobody..." I practically whispered. "Hey there's Harry! Hi Harry how are you?" I said louder changing the subject.

"Um nuh-uh missy! It may have worked last time but not this time!" Ginny said.

"What?" Harry asked.

"Harry help me I slipped and now she's trying to peel it out of me!" I cried to him. He just looked at us all.

"Let me just say I am totally confused." he commented.

"Here, Harry, let me get you up to speed," Ron said, starting to explain all that was happening.

"Come on Mione! Tell me! I won't tell anyone!" Ginny whined.

"I know you won't- I'm still not telling you- but all of these guys are listening as well!" I gestured towards the listening Gryffindors.

"Whisper it in my ear then! Tell me Mya I don't like not knowing things!" Ginny sobbed.

"Then you're just going to have to lump it." I said, getting up and walking away.

"Wait we really want to know!" half a million Gryffindor's chimed and followed me out. As we swept past the Slytherin table, I heard Draco side-say to Goyle (or was it Crabbe? I can't tell them apart),

"Since when did Granger get so popular?"