(A/N): Hey everyone;; Lieutenant Sarcasm (previously RHartRainbowDinos, and LNLestrangexx, and Lucy's Massacre) is back, with my new Harry Potter story. Dramione FTW. Ginny and Blaise too. Reviews are loved.

YESH; i know the Zabini's are black. I just changed parts a bit and made one parent light and one parent dark. You'll understand later.

Please review, constructive critism is great. Also, ideas for future chapters and jokes are always used, and I'll give you credit as well.

R&R. PLEASE. Even, "please updates!"

As a child Hermione Granger loved playing pretend. As a child, Hermione Granger wouldn't have understood if her parents told her that she was pretending to be someone else. So they just didn't tell her.

Now, 13 years later, her parents are back. Her real Parents.

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You can't be Serious

. : Chapter 1 : .

"Mum . . . ? Why is Zabini here?" Hermione stood in the doorway of the sitting room to see Blaise Zabini, and an older couple that looked similar to him. The man had the traits of a southern Italian, with dark hair, dark eyes, and dark skin with short curly hair, like Blaise's. The woman had jet black hair and olive skin, high cheek bones, and green eyes. The woman perked up when she noticed Hermione.

"Mon bébé, Valentina, ma belle fille!"

The woman practically leaped from her arm chair, scooping Hermione up into a bear hug. Hermione, clearly startled, looked over towards the older Granger female with a questioning look.

"Um, mum? Care to explain?" Jane Granger exchanged a worried look with her husband. She opened her mouth, but the voice came from her husbands.

"Hermione dear, this is Deangelo Zabini, Blaise Zabini" Hermione cast a warning glance at Blaise and reached for her wand.

"And lastly, Se-" The woman let go over Hermione, smoothed down her dress, and smiled.

"Excuse me, where are my manners. My name is Seraphyne Zabini . . ." She cupped a hand around Hermione's cheek.

"Oh . . . how I've missed you so much, my sweet daughter . . . " This startled Hermione.

"Um, I think you have the wrong Hermione. You're not my mother."

"Actually dear . . . she is."

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"So you expect me to believe that my name's Valentina Zabini and that most of the wizarding world thinks I've been Avada'd to death?"

There were many glances passed around the room before someone spoke up.

"Well, it's pretty hard to believe, but when rumors about Lord Voldemort coming back were flying around, muggles where dying everywhere. So we made it seem that you had accidentally been shot with the killing curse. We were going to make it look as if Blaise had died as well, but Voldemort found out about him." Blaise shifted in his chair, but still said nothing. Hermione gave him a guilty look, as if she was sorry for him, which he discarded.

Hermione sat there, taking it all in. She was a pureblood. A pureblood. A freaking Malfoy almost. Wait till Malfoy found out she wasn't, 'the mudblood bookworm', he was going to be so pissed.

"So, no one else knows I'm still alive?" Hermione asked.

"Well . . . no . . . not exactly. A few other pureblood family friends know about your existence and made sure that it was kept secret. The Malfoy's, the Parkinson's, the Weasley's-"

"Wait, WHAT? After all these years of constant torture, Pansy and Malfoy-"

"But their children don't know. All except Bill and Charlie Weasley, and Blaise of course, the rest of their offspring had no idea. We thought it would be better for them to act like Valentina never existed."

Hermione nodded, sitting in her chair, staring across the room. This . . . This is not right . . . she thought.

She felt the seat next to her move, as if weight was being lifted. She looked over to see Blaise, standing up to leave. Deangelo stood up as well.

"We'll be going now, Seraphyne . . . are you . . ."

"I'll stay to help Val-Hermione pack. We'll be home soon." Deangelo and Blaise crossed the room to the hallway, where the familiar sound of apparition rang in Hermione's ears.

"Come Hermione, you must finish packing; you'll be spending the rest of the holidays at the Zabini estate." Seraphyne stood up and held out her slender hand to Hermione, which she took.

"Actually, I've already packed . . . I was planning on spending some time at the Weasley's . . . " Seraphyne smiled.

"Well we should get going then, right?" Seraphyne walked outside, and waited on the porch for Hermione.

Hermione took one last look at the Granger couple; with sad expressions embed upon their faces. Their 13 years together were coming to a close. Hermione gave her adoptive parents each a hug, before heading off to Seraphyne for side-along apparition, which Hermione was dreading. She closed her eyes, waiting for the familiar sensation of apparition, but instead was startled by a voice.

"What would you like us to call you? Hermione or Valentina?"

"Erm . . . I don't really mind. Valentina's alright. Um . . . I . . . " The French woman gave her daughter a gentle smile.

"Valentina, if you're still uncomfertable calling me Mother, call me Seraphyne until you're ready. Mrs. Zabini's much to formal." Before Hermione could answer, she felt like she was being yanked by her navel, hard.

Dammit. Is all wizard transportation this painful?