"No..." Draco whispered.

The silence was so thick you could cut with a knife and spread it on bread.  Finally, Harry spoke up.

"How long have you known?"

"A month or so," Hermione muttered.  "I don't know, I just guessed.  But... I've been speculating since our visit to Godric's Hallow over the summer.  When we visited your - our, I don't know -  parents house, I found some letters.  I didn't realize what they meant until yesterday when Draco said they were looking for someone that could pose a threat like you did."

"So... we have the same parents?"

"No.  Lily is my mum.  I don't know who my dad is."

"What do you mean?  James is your dad, isn't he?"

"No.  What I got from the letters is that Lily got in a fight with James and spent time with someone else.  Someone she was really close to, and they got so close they had me.  She didn't tell either of them, but my father figured it out.  Your dad never knew, I don't think."

"Oh.  Oh god.  I think I know who your dad is."  Harry said with wide eyes.

"What?  Who?"

"Yeah, who?" Ron questioned.  The two had forgot Ron and Draco were there.

"Well, during the war I saw Severus' memories, remember?  He... he was best friends with my- our- mum.  I think that's who the letters were from.  Severus Snape is... well, I think he's your dad."

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Snape?  Hermione's dad?  Impossible.  Potter must be on something.  That make absolutely no sense!

Although... Draco could see it.  He could see how she inherited Lily's hair and beautiful smile, Severus' brown eyes, but... did he know?  Did Severus know that Hermione was his child?

He probably did but kept it to himself.

"Oh god.  This is why he's after you," Draco said.

"What?!" The boys exclaimed.

"Draco!"  Hermione exclaimed.  If looks could kill, Draco would be dead.

"Hermione!  You're the reason they're doing Heritage Studies?  You're the one Voldemort's after?"  Harry asked worriedly.

"Yeah.  She is.  She told me yesterday," Draco said, hurrying them along.  "If she's Severus' child, Voldemort would definitely be going after her, because he killed him.  But I don't think he knows it's her yet, so we still have time."

"Time to do what?!"  Hermione questioned.

But just then, McGonagall walked into the library. 

"Yes, time to do what?" She asked, eyeing them all suspiciously.  Her eyes lingered on Draco for slightly longer than the rest.  He raised an eyebrow in return, possibly challenging her to question him.

Keeping his eyes in contact with McGonagall's, he answered, "Time to prepare for our Heritage Studies session in a few days."

"Yes, that's a nice thing to have time for.  Perhaps you should actually prepare instead of simply talking about it."

"Yes, we will Professor."

The four sighed a breath of relief when she left, and felt secure.  This is the best time to reveal herself, Izzy decided.

A/N: Sorry this is a rlly short chapter. I had to post this bc I haven't posted in a while and ideas aren't coming to me. I'm hoping if I re-read my story I'll know what to do. thanks to the, like, ten people that read this XD

UPDATE: I just realized that I unintentionally referenced Hamilton... can you catch it?