AN: In this story at the final battle Voldemort didn't die, he merely disappeared again. Also Snape and Dumbledore are still alive….
Hermione Granger looked at the piece of paper in her hands. Adopted… Pureblood… Zabini? She was incredibly confused, The muggles she had been raised by weren't her real parents…to be honest it made sense, she looked nothing like either of the Grangers but never in her wildest dreams would she have thought she was a pureblood…
"Mione! They're here." Her mu-Jean Granger called up the stairs. She was going to live with her family, the one she actually belonged to. She took one last look around the room she had called her own for as long as she could remember and sighed sadly. She would miss it here in the Granger's home but she was sure she would at least enjoy living in the Zabini Manor. She shrunk her trunk to fit into her pocket and walk out of her room for the last time.
When she saw her real mother, she was stunned to say the least…Mary Zabini was gorgeous. Hermione now saw where her dark hair and curvy figure came from. She was roused from her thoughts by the tight feeling of a warm embrace. She looked up to see tears streaming from the older woman's face. She smiled feeling a sense of completeness she hadn't realized she was missing.
"Hello." Hermione whispered timidly (I know, But she's meeting her birth parents you'd be nervous too!) Mary smiled warmly at her.
"Hello love. It truly is fantastic to see you again." She turned to Jean, "Thank you so much for taking care of her all these years, I can't imagine how hard it is to give her back now, if you want you can come a visit when you like…" Mary trailed off nervously, she was worried the other woman would change her mind and keep Hermione away. Jean smiled somberly and nodded holding back tears.
"I think I'd like that very much."
Hermione was exhausted, after leaving her adoptive parent's home in muggle London she and her mother had apparated to Diagon alley and shopped for hours. She had been less than amused at the outfits she had been pushed to buy but she could see the joy in her mother's eyes and just went along with it. By the time she had even gotten to the manor she thought she would pass out from exhaustion. But was informed she couldn't, tonight there would be a formal dinner with a few other families to reintroduce the long lost Zabini girl.
Hermione sighed, a formal dinner with a bunch of stuck up arseholes….Great! Her ears perked up when she heard a certain platinum blonde slytherin would be in attendance. Draco Malfoy, her secret boyfriend of nearly two years would be there. Suddenly she wasn't tired at all and was enthused at the thought of getting dressed up for dinner. Eagerly she had a house elf and her mother help her get dressed.
She was shocked at what she saw in the mirror when everything was done. She wore a dark navy dress covered in small gems and beads; it has a sweet heart neckline with a fitted bodice ending in a sharp "v". The skirt was just shy of knee length and was made of tulle and had white embroidery in the shape of roses at the hem. She wore minimal make up just mascara, light lipstick, and a tad bit of blue eye shadow. She smiled at her self and slowly stumbled down the stairs.
Mary shuddered at the sight of her daughter's lack of knowledge on how to walk in heels and gently grabbed Hermione's arm in an attempt to keep her from falling. She shook her head with a smile,
"Darling, it seems you have a lot to learn." She whispered gently into Hermione's ear. Hermione simply nodded and blushed when she saw her boyfriend standing at the bottom of the stairs with a smirk.
"How's my girl?" he asked with a hug when she got to the bottom.
"Grea-"
"Oi! You hug Malfoy before your own brother!?" a wild and slightly drunk Blaise Zabini cut her off. She hadn't even known she had a brother, she should have known because of Blaise being in her year but she had never even considered it might be the same family.
"Sorry" she whimpered. She felt bad for incidentally snubbing her brother. She walked over and gave him a stiff hug. He smelled like booze and she didn't like it. "You're drunk!" she whisper-yelled.
"And?" He asked obnoxiously. She could already tell that life in the manor was going to be very different from life with the Grangers…
After dinner the adults had retired to the drawing room for cigars and talk of the upcoming return of the dark lord. The children had been banished to the upstairs so they wouldn't hear anything and Hermione and Draco had taken this chance to be alone, as Blaise had passed out after dinner.
"Can they know now?" she asked as they sat on the loveseat in her room.
"I suppose they can," Draco smirked. And before she knew it his lips and hers were moving in harmony, she had missed this over the summer, being near him, kissing him… they were having quite a nice make out session when they were interrupted by the clearing of a throat. Their heads turned in unison to see three bewildered parents staring at them.
"Draco," Lucius growled, "is there something you would like to tell us?"
"Ummm, me and Hermione are dating," he blurted out quickly.
"And you are in her room why?" Mary asked dangerously.
"We were talking and then…"Hermione squeaked.
Mary nodded slightly miffed. She might as well tell them if they already loved each other, and from they way they looked at each other, she could tell they did. She turned to Lucius and mouthed her question to him, Should we tell them? He nodded with pride.
"Well since you'll find out sooner or later, and we don't have to push you together… I was going to announce this on Hermione's birthday but, I guess now is the right time…I should tell you that you two are betrothed to marry about a month after graduation. " She stuttered. Hermione's face lit up. She was going to marry the love of her life, even if it was a bit early in life. She kissed Draco deeply before running to hug her mother and then a bewildered Lucius and Narcissa. The adults were pleasantly surprised, normally children did no react well to news of a betrothal. They all smiled at each other knowingly, this marriage would be a happy one.
Hermione groaned as light flooded into her bedroom. She opened her eyes to see three house elves scurrying around the room. As she sat up the elves stopped what they were doing to bow and then quickly apparated out. Hermione sighed and got out of bed checking the clock, it was 8'o clock in the morning. After how late she had stayed up, it was way too early to be awake. She had sneaked out with Draco to go to a muggle club and they had danced all night only coming home when Hermione was to drunk to walk. No wonder her head hurt so badly, she had lost count at five shots of tequila and two bloody Marys. She hear the telltale pop of apparition and soon heard the scared voice of her favorite house elf Rainbow.
"Mistress, Rainbow thought you might like some of this. It should at least help with your head ache if nothing else." The house elf set a bottle of anti-hangover potion on the bedside table.
"Thanks rainbow." Hermione whimpered as her head whined at the use of sound. She quickly gulped down the potion and she immediately felt better. She put her slippers on and tapped the cowering elf on the head in thanks. And walked down to breakfast, the table was laden with more presents than she had gotten in her entire life. Before anyone could start singing she spoke up. "No singing. I have a headache and I'm not in the mood." Mary huffed and Blaise smirked knowingly.
Hung-over sis? Hermione gasped had Blaise just talked to her telepathically?
Yes. Yes I did! Impressive right? His voice rang out with a hit of plain old obnoxiousness.
Shut up Blaise. And yes I am, very leave me alone. She felt sort of snarkish. Blaise grinned at her and tilted his head.
"What no birthday hug for your twin brother?" He whined.
"Twins? Oh happy birthday Blaise. Why hasn't anyone said anything about this?" Now she was hung-over and angry… No one thought it might be a good plan to tell her Blaise was her twin? That just didn't fly. Hermione stormed back up the staircase and locked the door.
"Mione? Let me in. Please…I thought you and Blaise would get to talking and you would figure it out. I didn't mean to upset you!" Mary yelled through the door. Hermione thought about opening the door but she didn't really see the point, sure she had lived under a different surname for nearly seventeen years and had only been living in the house for a week BUT, having a twin is a pretty big bomb not to drop! She trudged up to the door and opened it. She faked a smile for Mary and gave a half-hearted hug. "Time to start getting ready for your party," Mary winced "The stylists will be here any minute now."
"Okay mum, only if I have too." Hermione groaned dressing up and doing makeup was the bane of her existence and in the past week alone she had done enough to serve her an entire lifetime. For five hours Hermione sat passively as she was covered in gunk, her hair was pulled, and her face lost at least a layer of skin (at least it felt like it). Weren't these torturers here to make her look stunning? When they finally left her to get dressed she was afraid to look in the mirror, did she even have a face anymore? But when she did she was surprised to say the least. Amazingly there was still a face to look at and the change was significant. Her normally bushy eyebrows had been tamed into quaint brown lines on her forhead, and her complexion looked flawless. There were faint traces of makeup but nothing to heavy.
Hermione turned to the dress rack where a solitary hanger held a whit garment bag. To be honest she was scared shitless, what devilish dress had her mother hidden in that big white bag? When she unzipped the bag she was dumbfounded and unsure if she was going to be able to get into the dress on her own. The green silk bodice had a silver snake embroidered onto it and the skirt was layers of grey and green tulle, it was the epitome of a slytherin ball gown. She shook her head, of course it was, what was she expecting red and gold?
"Mum! I might need a little help…The dress has a little more volume than I was expecting." Before she could take another breath her mother had popped into the room eager to help her.
"Arms up." Mary squealed. She quickly levitated the dress over Hermione's head and dropped onto her petite frame. As the dress hit Hermione's hips it began to lace itself. "Come one love, we've got a party to attend." Mary smiled lovingly before leading her daughter to the top of the staircase and released her into Draco Malfoy's loving arms.
Before they were even down the stairs the amount of people present was obvious and unnerving. Most of the people in this room had hated her on principle for the majority of her life one week didn't, in her mind, change much. She plastered the fake smile she had perfected over the past week and continued into the sea of her former enemies. After her fourth glass of champagne Hermione was starting to have fun, the music had turned into pop and the adults were sitting around being boring, leaving the dance floor in the ballroom to the teenagers. She and Draco were dancing I a way that had her mother in a tizzy, Mary was not pleased to see Hermione grinding on a boy, even if that boy was her fiancé. She decide that it would be a good time to call it quits on the party and gently started to dismiss the party guests.
When everyone was finally gone she found Hermione passed out on a lounge chair with a bottle of fire whiskey in her hand. What was wrong with these children? Was life as a pureblood so terrible that they had to get drunk off their asses any chance they got?
AN: I plan to continue this story, would like you (the readers) to help me with it. Constructive criticism and general advice for the story will be greatly appreciated.