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You can't be serious

. : Chapter 2 : .

"Merlin . . . " Hermione gasped when the portkey arrived at the Zabini Estate. There stood a grand mansion, with multiple acres of land surrounding it. There was also an exsquisit back patio with a large private pool and deck.

"Come inside now dear. Your brother and father are waiting." Seraphyne tapped her wand on the front doors and they opened up, revealing the true beauty of the mansion. They stepped inside, and Hermione looked around, with awe in her eyes. She had only seen the front hallway and she was already impressed. The floor was carpeted dark green, and it went the length Hermione could see of the hallway. Seraphyne pointed Hermione up the stairs.

"Upstairs you'll find you and Blaise's rooms, which are directly across from eachover. Oh and the effects of the polyjuice potion should be wearing off soon, so don't be alarmed."

When she heard that, she abruptly turned around.

"What polyjuice potion . . . ?" She asked, but the French woman was gone. Strange. But Hermione brushed it off. She took a step up the stairs, letting her hand trail on the wood furnished banister. The carpet on the stairs was a dark shade of green, similar to the front hallway. Upstairs, the floors were black, hardwood floors. The walls were the same shade of dark green as the steps. This was truly a Slytherin Household.

When Hermione reached the second floor, she was greeted by a hallway of four pairs of doors. Another door stood alone at the end of the hallway. Okay, Blaise's room and mine. They're right accross from eachover . . . now which? She took a guess on sheer instict, choosing the farthest of the doors. The dents in the knob, the door, they seemed vaguly familiar to her. For some odd reason, they made her feel nice inside. Full, correct so to speak.

She opened up to a hogworts themed room. It had tied all the house colours together into one large, colourful common room. There were four doors, one on each wall of the room. Hermione walked right up to the first room she saw and begged for this to be the right room.

When Hermione opened the door, she smiled.

The room was mainly black, scarlet and gold themed. The walls, including the ceiling, were a deep ruby red. A thin gold border lined the ceiling. The same black wood flooring continued on into the room, but faded into a redish wood. The large, queen sized bed was decorated with a scarlet comferter, black pillows, with gold-yellow throw cusions, stratriejicly placed. On the otherside of the room, which was more like a common room, was a black two person sofa, and a black TV, on a scarlet stand. Different accents of Griffindor Scarlet and Gold, with a bit of black, tied the room together.

She was home.

Hermione reached inside her pocket and pulled out her shrunken trunk, placing it on the ground infront of her. She tapped her wand to the trunk and whispered Finite Incantatem. The trunk shifted a little, and then grew to its original size. Hermione smiled, and returned to the hallway, opening the first door she saw.

The room was the complete opposite of hers. The red and gold theme had been replaced with green and silver.

"A room fit for a snake." Hermione said. Blaise looked up from where he was lying on his bed.

"Oh. Hey Hermione." Blaise said nochalantly. Hermione fumed.

"Hey Hermione? After all these years of constant 'mudblood' sneering, that's all you can say?! And you're supposed to be my brother?!"Hermione poked Blaise in the stomach.

"Hey! Hermione! Don't do that! You'll make a bruise!" Blaise complained, trying to block her.

"Blaise Zabini, you are almost as conceited as Malfoy!"

"The ladies love it." He gave her a sarcastic smirk, Hermione rolled her eyes. "And anyways, my memoiries were replaced to. I was only told about you last year!"

Hermione settled down. She finally understood. The reason why he had let up on the teasing in their 6th year. She slid onto the large bed and laid next to her brother. Her skin connected to his, again feeling the same feeling on familiarity she felt earlier. As if everything was correct.

"So . . . why aren't you wearing a shirt?" Hermione poked at Blaise' chest again.

"Draco's com'n over." He replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. A sarcastic look of shock crossed Hermione's face.

"Blaise! You're gay?! I mean I kinda figured Malfoy was, with all the hair products he usues, I mean, seriously he uses more than all the girls in Griffindor!" She said said with almost laughable sarcasm.

"Gossip isn't a very pretty facial feature Granger."

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