In this story, Hermione is Blaise Zabini's twin sister – assume that Blaise looks like Hermione. Takes place in the 4thyear (: Enjoy
Hello there! I am editing this story in a hope that I will reignite my passion for it and to give it a bit of a facelift. Look out for extra details, rewritten sections and hopefully new updates once I get through the next 50,000+ words! As always I thank you for your patience.
Flasback
"Mummy, don't make me go…" Draco cried, wrenching against his mother's arm. Narcissa just smiled, he was always like this – but what six-year old wasn't? Lucius was of the opinion that it was because he was an only child and he was used to having his parents full attention. He had tried convincing Narcissa into having another child but she was having none of it. Draco was all she needed.
"You have to Draco, you can't stay in the house with just the house-elves! What kind of mother would that make me?" Narcissa tittered, pulling Draco along behind her. He'd kick and he'd scream but she knew that when she'd go to retrieve him later, he wouldn't want to leave. He was pulling his heels, kicking stones here and there as he made his discontent apparent. As soon as they reached the driveway, Narcissa could feel the change in him. Suddenly he wasn't pulling her arm anymore, or dragging his feet – he was staring in awe. It wasn't very often Draco saw a mansion to rival the Malfoy's, but this certainly did that. He spent the entirety of the walk now pointing out all the things that they didn't have at their mansion, and asking if they could get one. It was only when she was saying no to his own Quidditch hoops that they finally reached the door, and she lifted her son up to reach the doorbell. The noise echoed around the building, and the door was quickly answered. Draco's feet had barely touched the floor.
A tall blonde woman, draped in the finest silks answered the door, a beam of recognition on her face.
"Oh Narcissa!" She smiled, embracing her. "And look at little Draco! He is the image of his father." She ruffled his head and Draco moved behind Narcissa's back – he never usually was this shy.
"I can't thank you enough for this, Jasmina." Narcissa smiled, stripping Draco of his coat – he'd suddenly turned into resistant Draco again, trying to snag his coat back from the hook. His little legs made it impossible. Had she not been in a hurry, it would have been comical.
"Blaise! Hermione! Look who has come over to play!" Jasmina called up the stairs. Almost instantly, Blaise came rushing down the stairs, his curly hair flying behind him. He was dressed in a pair of dungarees with a shirt underneath, his clothes pristine. His mother caught him when he reached the bottom. "I wish you'd let me cut this Blaise! It's getting unruly." She moaned as he struggled out of her arms and peeked behind Narcissa's back. Narcissa looked at Jasmina smiling. She had always been lucky with Draco. His hair was perfectly straight – just like his father's.
"Tag! You're it!" After tagging Draco, he ran off into another room laughing. Draco looked to Narcissa for permission and laughing herself, she gave it and off he went. Maybe she would reconsider Lucius' suggestion.
"I think that's my cue to leave!" Narcissa smiled, as Jasmina saw her to the door. "Again, I can't thank you enough for this. I shouldn't be too long." She said before apparating.
Draco couldn't find where the curly boy had gotten to and he kept getting lost! He'd find himself in the same room over and over again. Or at least he thought they were the same room – everything looked the same! He tried again and walked into a room that he hadn't been in before.
"You shouldn't be running around in here." A small voice muttered from one of the chairs, and Draco walked over to it.
"Says who?" A small girl stood up from the chair. Her hair was curly like Blaise's and tied up on either side of her head with 2 small purple bows that matched the colour of the dress she was wearing. Her lacy socks even had little purple bows on them.
"I'm Hermione." Draco had a little difficulty with this.
"I'm Draco. Hi Hermen." Her face flushed red and she started to scowl. It wasn't his fault he couldn't pronounce her name, he was only six! Draco took off at a run giggling wildly and she immediately sprinted after him.
Present Day
"Muuuuuuuum! Make him give it back!" I yelled over the bannister. I could hear my mother's heels clicking on the marble floor downstairs, so I knew she was there – ignoring me most likely! That was her usual trick when she didn't want to deal with me. She spent more time ignoring me than anything else. As if today wasn't stressful enough for me anyway! I'd previously attended Beauxbatons, while my twin Blaise had went to Hogwarts. Beauxbatons was, according to my mother,'the only place for girls to learn about being girls', I guess my mother thought me to be more of a lady than I am. I didn't fit in at all. For a start most people were French and the problems just went on and on from there. There's only so many times you can say 'what?' when someone asks you a question before they think there is something wrong with you. So here I was, finally going to the same school as my brother and he'd stolen my wand. Quite childish of him really. We weren't used to spending this much time together, for most of the year we lived in different countries. It was like we were being forced together.
"Hermione dear, if you don't hurry up you'll miss the train." My mum called from downstairs. Not that she was overly concerned about me. More than likely she was rushing off to meet someone and I was delaying that plan, who was it she was seeing now? I'd lost track. All of my stuff was packed; everything was set bar my wand. I needed it back. Right now.
"Blaise! If you don't give me wand back right now, I'll show everyone at Hogwarts your hair when you were younger!" I called and just as I'd expected, my wand flew in through the door and I just say managed to catch it while shouting "Thank you, my little curly-wurly!"No doubt mum's old nickname for him would keep him at bay for a while. Moments later, my mother bustled in the door, applying more bright red lipstick. I was almost going to make a comment which involved the words 'slut' and 'clown' but she beat me to the punch.How much more was she planning on lathering on?
"Come on Hermione, you have to travel with Blaise, I can't come with you to show you what to do – Castor and I are going to Mauritius!" She squealed and I rolled my eyes, grabbing my suitcase.
"Yaaaaay!" I mocked, following my mother out of the room and down to the living room. Blaise was already sat there with his owl, Brutus, in his cage at his feet. I could see my cat, Cleo, was already in her carrying case – thankfully I didn't have to do that myself. I had a quick look around to see who had had the pleasure of placing Cleo in her carrier. The scratches on their arms would have been a dead giveaway.
"We all ready?" My mother smiled, but I could see her checking the time. She couldn't hide her true intentions. Can't be late for precious Castor can we mother? She placed a kiss on each of our foreheads, before thrusting the jar of floo powder at us. We were scrubbing the lipstick off as she got a quick last minute lecture in. "Stick with your brother, Hermione. I don't want to hear of any shenanigans like at Beauxbatons, do you understand me?" I nodded, not really listening; she repeated the shenanigans bit every year. I was bored of it, quite surprised she wasn't – she usually didn't stick with the same things very long. Anyway, I hadn't gotten up to any 'shenanigans'! As far as I could remember, I was an ideal student. Sort of.
I helped myself to a handful of the floo powder, grabbed my stuff and stepped into the fireplace. "Meet you on the other side." I smiled warningly at Blaise before stating my location and whizzing off.
