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"Hermione, you're adopted." That statement alone was enough to make her head whirl, but there was more.
"Do you . . . do you know who my real parents are?" Hermione asked tentatively, not entirely certain that she would really want to know the answer to her question for the first time in her seventeen years.
Ana took a deep breath, bracing herself for Hermione's reaction. "I . . . well, yes. I do." She trailed off uncertainly, looking to her husband for support.
"Your parents are Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy," Richard told their adoptive daughter.
That was all she could remember before the world went black around her.
She blinked a few times in the light, and looked about, disoriented.
"Oh, thank Merlin. She's awake."
Sitting up, Hermione saw that company had arrived while she was unconscious. scrambling into a standing position, she shouted. "You!"
"Hermione, please," Lucius Malfoy pleaded, palms extended towards her. "Let us explain."
"And then what?" She spat back, turning to Draco, whom she had just realized was also in the room. "Will you welcome the 'filthy mudblood', and you so fondly called me, into you precious, untainted, pureblood family?" She questioned vehemently.
Draco's head was hung in shame, his normally placid, uncaring face a barrage of shattered hope, and a mirror of the turmoil of confusion roiling inside her. "No," he finally mumbled. "But I want to know my twin sister." He was blushing furiously, his face as red as Ron's hair.
Hermione opened her mouth, then closed it again, repeating the act several times as Draco's words sunk in. "T - twin?" She asked, her confusion seeping into her voice.
"Yes, Hermione," Narcissa told her. "Draco and yourself are, indeed, fraternal twins."
Hermione looked over at Draco, whose face was resting in his hands. "I didn't know!" He wailed, finally raising his face to look at her. "I didn't know, he repeated quietly, sounding so broken - so desperate that Hermione almost felt her resolve against him crumble. Almost.
"That doesn't make it right," she told him. "That doesn't take away years of insults and tormenting."
"I know that," he told her, voice barely over a whisper, his face crumbling even further.
"Richard, would you please draw us some tea. I think that this may be a very long talk. I would offer to move this conversation to the mansion, but I'm sure that Hermione would much rather chat in a home where she's comfortable, considering what happened to her the last time she was in our home . . ." Narcissa broke off, looking ashamed.
Hermione shifted uncomfortably as her father, no, as Richard bustled about, carrying a tray of tea before long. A million questions sprinted through her head.
Lucius broke the silence first. "Now, if I am to be mistaken correct me, but you've probably got a galleon load of questions for us, so, ask away."
Hermione composed herself, carefully deciding which questions were the most important, and which were just pieces of her curiosity. The first was the most basic of them all. "How did it happen?" She asked, eyes closed.
Haha, well here's another cliffie-ish. I'm horrible. I know. ^.^ Reviews, please!