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I only own my imagination (sad I know...)

Blaise sat in the living room with both of his parents, a cup of tea in his hand. "She hates me, Mum. I was a complete git to her over the years. How do I come back from that?"

"Oh, Blaise, she doesn't hate you." Camilla handed him a biscuit as she placed the plate on the table. "We took her memory blocker off and think she may have remembered Draco, but not by name. Hermione asked who he was, and I told her we didn't remember."

"Where is she now? I brought something that might make her feel better. Remember those matching stuffed owls we got as babies? I kept mine." Blaise laughed to himself as he remembered the time Hermione had lost hers when they were both five.

Liam laughed as he pulled a faded stuffed green owl with an ear missing from the side table drawer. "She left it here a week ago and couldn't find it. I haven't told her yet that I hid it." Tossing the owl to Blaise, he smirked. "Your sister forgets where she leaves it all the time. Ask her where her dragon is and she will deny that it still is in her bed."

From upstairs, they heard a door shut and stopped talking for a moment. Hiding the owl behind his back, Blaise looked toward the stairs.

Hermione slowly walked down the hallway and paused; the door down the hall was open and the light was on. Had Blaise already moved in? She walked toward the door and peeked in. There were clothes piled up on the bed, waiting to be put away.

"Great," Hermione mumbled.

"Maybe she went back to her room," Liam speculated. "Hermione is okay with you being here. We talked to her after Harry left. She's going to try." Liam watched the stairs for another minute before turning back toward them. "How did your aunt take you coming back here?"

Blaise rolled his eyes and groaned. "She acted like she was more important than the both of you. You know how she's always been nasty toward Mum and Hermione. But I need to reconnect with my twin, and she won't stop me."

Sucking at her teeth, Camilla looked disgusted. "She was always nasty toward me. From the day your father started dating me, to the day we got married. If she weren't his sister I would have cast a cruciatus at her."

There was a creak on the stairs, and they all turned to see Hermione eyeing them from around the corner of the railing. A blush covered her neck as she realised they were watching her. "Can I come down?" Her ears tinted pink as Blaise looked straight in her direction.

"Do you want me to leave?" Blaise asked, wanting to make sure he was not upsetting her. "Will that make you more comfortable?"

"No, you can stay." Hermione looked nervous but walked downstairs and over to the couch Blaise sat on. Smiling weakly, she sat down beside him. "You live here too, now."

Their mum had an amused look on her face as Blaise tossed Hermione's owl into her lap. "Blaise was just saying how he moved all of his things in from your aunt's house. Isn't that good news, Hermione? We can finally be a family after eight years."

Her smile faded as Hermione began to tear up. The owl lay face-up in her lap, his one ear being rolled in her fingers. How could her mother act like it was that easy to accept what they had done? Hermione had been the only one in the dark these last seven or eight years. It was hard to accept her memories and the truth of what her 'family' had done to her.

"Was it something I said?"

Hermione shook her head with a sigh, a morose smile on her face. "No, I'm just thinking." A memory of a young Hermione, Blaise, and a boy that reminded her of Malfoy popped into her mind. She had dreamt this memory before - it was the one where they all played together in the yard. "I keep remembering this boy, but I can't remember who he is. He reminds me of someone, but there is no way you let us hang out with that crowd."

Liam coughed and picked up his teacup. "Does anyone need a refill? I will be back."

As he headed toward the kitchen, worry was etched onto his face. He and Camilla were sure about one thing: they would never reveal that Hermione had once been a girlfriend to Draco, or that they were friends with the Malfoys. Now, however, he was questioning this decision. What if Hermione held it against him? No, he decided, she needed to find out the truth on her own.

From the other room, Camilla was looking toward the doorway, sweat starting to form on her forehead. "I don't remember his name, sweetie. You two 'dated' until we left. For years, he was your childhood crush. I'm sure you will remember his name one day."

"So, sister of mine, what else do you remember?" Blaise changed the subject, propping his elbow up on the back of the couch. From the corner of his eye, he watched as his mother slowly calmed and looked relieved. "Since I am older, I can fill you in on anything you can't remember or things that seem off."

"Oh, I remember everything but 'his' name, and I am the older twin, by five minutes." Hermione looked smug as she started to laugh, the memory of their fight over who had been born first, fresh in her mind.

Blaise crossed his arms over his chest and glared. "I'm older. Auntie Cara told me so." He smirked when Hermione looked distraught.

"But Mum told me I was born first. Auntie Cara doesn't like me anyway!" Hermione stuck her tongue out and looked toward her friend, a grin forming. "So what do you think?"

"Well, I think you're right. He's all mouth and no trousers." The boy smirked when Hermione kissed his cheek; she knew he would always agree with her.

Rolling his eyes, Blaise threw a twig at the two of them. "You're only saying that because you're dating my sister. I think we should get mum's opinion on this - she would know."

Hermione blushed slightly as he laughed. "I am always right, Blay. Go see for yourself. I'll be out here gloating."

She smirked as Blaise ran toward the house. Being five minutes older definitely made her smarter, she decided.

"I was hoping you wouldn't remember that," Blaise groaned as laughter filled the room. "You two made fun of me for weeks! That was when we were nine and Aunt Cara told me I was older!"

Liam returned to the room, bringing everyone a new cuppa and chuckled. "The look on your face when your mother told you Hermione was actually older, was picture-worthy." He made a face like a child that had lost his pet, imitating Blaise. "She can't be older, Dra-" Looking toward his wife, Liam continued with the same expression. "They won't leave me alone about it, say she was wrong, please?"

Laughing loudly, Hermione covered her mouth. "You begged them not to agree with me? That must be why you looked so dejected when you came back outside. We laughed at you for weeks." Her eyes turned sad for a moment as she thought hard - his name had to be somewhere in her memories. "Who is he? Blay, please tell me."

"Herms, you have to remember some things on your own. That was one reason they had to put the block in. That could be why his name is hard to remember. I don't want to trigger the bad memories." Blaise grabbed her hand and squeezed softly. "You have been through enough already and I don't want to make it worse."

"Stop being nice to me, Blay. I want to stay a little mad at you, but it's getting hard. It won't trigger anything bad. I have to know." Hermione looked thoughtful before smirking. "I do remember you once pretended to be sick so that I would spend time with you instead of him."

Smiled contentedly at each other, their parents quietly left the room to allow the siblings to talk. Their twins were back together and bonding. Hopefully, it continued to go smoothly.

"Look at them, Liam! They are laughing. Do you think it was a good idea to tell her the truth?" Camilla asked, worried that it was too good to be true.

"Stop your worrying, love. I am sure it will work out fine. Look at them." Liam pointed to the couch, where Blaise and Hermione were sitting close and whispering to each other. They had identical grins on their faces as they discussed the memories she remembered. "See? Nothing to worry about."

Tears filled the corners of Camilla's eyes as she smiled. "Maybe things will be good again and, finally, we can all be a family."

Grasping Liam's hand, she leaned her head on his shoulder.

The next few days were spent bonding with her brother and listening to the stories of his life over the last seven years. Some she recognised, and others made her giggle.

"So you and Daphne were caught by Filch! I bet mum wasn't happy to get that owl from school." Hermione laughed so hard, tears were flowing from her eyes.

Rolling his eyes, Blaise looked smug. "We intercepted the owls before they could go out, mum has no idea we shagged in that alcove."

They heard a pop and saw Harry and Ron in the doorway. Ron walked to Hermione and pulled her into a hug. "Mione, are you ready for our date tonight?" He kissed her urgently but quickly.

"Can you save that for the bedroom? No one wants to see Weasley slobbering on your face." Blaise half-smirked before leaning back on the double recliner in the corner.

Hermione narrowed her eyes playfully before taking Ron's hand and walking toward the stairs. "It would be nice if you would shut it, Blay."

Blaise grinned as Hermione stuck her tongue out at him and pulled Ron upstairs. "Make sure you cast a silencio when you get up there. I don't want to hear you two shagging."

Clearing his throat, Harry sat on the other end of the couch. "Zabini...we need to talk about some things, particularly Hermione. She is very important to us and with so much change lately, I want to make sure we are on the same page."

"Look, Potter, I love my sister. I don't see any problems with how she is taking it, twin vibes and all that mess." Blaise looked nonchalant as he spun his wand on his knee.

"Are you going to protect her from all of your Slytherin friends this year? Particularly Malfoy?" He thought about the small scar on Hermione's neck. If Blaise didn't protect her, he would go to Hogwarts and personally take action.

They heard footsteps on the stairs and saw Ron coming to get a drink. Continuing their conversation, Blaise rolled his neck.

Ron stopped by the doorway to the kitchen and looked at Blaise. "If Malfoy hurts one hair on her head, I will make him pay."

Rolling his eyes, Blaise ignored the interruption and waved Ron away. He could tolerate Potter, but Weasley annoyed him. Ron glared at him as he went back upstairs to Hermione's room.

"Look, Potter… Harry. I will always look out for my sister, I just wish I had done a better job the last seven years." He looked disappointed in himself before shaking it off, guilt flickering heavily in his eyes.

Days had gone by before Draco owled Blaise - he had questions. He needed to see her. His heart was aching from knowing she was so close and didn't remember him.

"What the bloody fuck!" Draco swore as he kicked his bed. His Mi was right there, if only he knew where Blaise was living now.

A tap on the window caught Draco's attention. An owl was waiting to come in, and in his talons was a letter. Rushing to the window, Draco took the message from the owl and gave him a treat.

"About time Zabini," he grumbled.

Draco,

I talked to Herms, and she remembers you, but not your name. I don't want to cause any emotional damage by bringing you up any more to her. That was part of a past my whole family is ashamed of, thanks to your father. You already know my take on that. You're my best mate, but my sister will always come first.

I want to start with a disclaimer before I answer your questions. I will not say your name to her, even though she practically begged me to. For some reason, she is remembering the past a lot lately.

Yes, she is staying here from now on. We are all moved in as a family again. I'm truly excited to have my twin back permanently. No, I will not give you my new address so you can try to talk to her. Before you ask, I forbid you to be the first one to bring it up.

Next, she is also going to be attending Hogwarts this coming year with us. She was already sorted, and you won't be happy with the results.

I will be coming by the manor in a week, per usual. You and I have always hung out before the school year ever since I can remember. That won't change. She isn't coming, though, before you ask. She will be with her friends from France that are going to visit.

I will see you in a week. Try to give up pining over my sister. She is off-limits to you, and her boyfriend is still around.

Blaise

Balling up the paper, Draco threw it across the room and groaned. Of course, she was taken. Someone as amazing as his Mi was bound to find a Frenchman to take his place. Sighing dramatically, he left his room and slammed his door shut, heading downstairs. The thought of not talking to her was enough to break any man.

"Draco, dear, I heard that Blaise has reunited with his family," Narcissa said conversationally as he entered the sitting room.

"I don't want to discuss this, mother." Draco sat in a chair by the fireplace and glared at the flames.

Narcissa smiled knowingly, sipping her warm tea. "The word is that the Zabinis hid their identity while in France. Not that you would have known they were there the whole time. Blaise most likely told you, of course."

Rolling his eyes, Draco looked toward his mother. "What are you up to? Awful nosey for someone who helped push them out of the country. I lost the only witch I ever loved that day."

"Oh, is that so, darling? I remember you talking a lot about a 'Hermione Granger'. That, or you just like all witches named 'Hermione'." She put her teacup back onto the saucer and smiled sweetly.

"I never talked about Granger like that. Mi has always been the only one." His ears turned pink as he thought of the similarities between the two of them. The truth was, he liked them both equally, and it scared him.

They didn't often talk about the Zabinis' departure; it had been hard for Narcissa to lose her friend, and Draco to lose his girlfriend. The topic was taboo in the Malfoy household, but it rarely left their thoughts. "It's okay if you've moved on. She can still be in your heart. I love you, Draco, but you need to stop being in denial."

"Enough, Mother. I've told you, I don't like Hermione Granger. If Father were still here, you wouldn't even be bringing this up." Draco huffed, watching as fire danced across the top of a log, the flames moving hypnotically as air swept into the fireplace.

"My dragon, I know you are dealing with a lot right now. I think you need to think about what is more important: a past love or a new adventure?" Narcissa elegantly stood and stepped toward Draco. Placing a hand on his shoulder, she added, "I would support whatever your heart chose."

Draco lay his hand on top of Narcissa's and frowned. He hated when his mother was right. "Thank you, Mother. I want to be alone, please."

Narcissa was astonished to say the least. "I will be in the kitchen if you need me. Chin up Draco, your heart will lead you in the end." She turned on her heel and left the room.

He heard his mother walk away before slouching in the chair, a look of displeasure on his face. What the hell was he supposed to do?

Meanwhile, in the Zabini household, Hermione was showing Blaise some pictures she had taken over the years. It had been a week, and while things were still shaky, they were finally beginning to feel like siblings again.

"When I was about thirteen, I remember telling Mum that I wanted a brother. This would always make her cry, and I never understood why that would create such a reaction. I don't think I could stand losing you a second time." Hermione looked serious as she bit her lip, embarrassment on her face.

"You won't. I'm not leaving the family ever again. Pansy, Daphne, and Astoria will be excited you're back. You should invite them over, but first, ask Mum to fix your features." Blaise wrinkled his nose, a smirk on his face. "You still look like Granger."

Feeling her face, Hermione looked confused. "What do you mean 'change my features'? This is what I look like!" She thought back on her past memories - well, new memories to her - and gasped. Her hair had looked different, and so had her eyes.

Feeling superior, Blaise grinned before picking up his wand. "Accio birthday picture." A picture came flying toward him before he handed it to Hermione. "See the difference? You have darker hair, and your eye colour is different. Unfortunately, you don't look as amazing as me. Even my best-" He cut himself off as soon as he realised he had almost let it slip that Draco was the person she had forgotten.

Camilla walked into the room and greeted her children. "It was a glamour charm, sweetie. Your father and I put one on you every time you visited back home."

"Can you please remove it? For the first time in seven years, I just want to be myself," Hermione requested nervously. "I promise I'm not mad at you. You both did your best to protect me, and I am thankful."

Her mother pulled her wand from her pocket, and with a flick, Hermione felt a tingling in her body, and especially along her scalp as her hair texture changed. The length extending a few inches as the curls turned to waves, her hands running through the now smooth locks. She was afraid to look at the difference, but Harry had told her it was best that she embrace her true self. He had stopped by yesterday and had a talk with Blaise in front of her. A change was happening, and she would not lose her family or friends just because she was a Zabini again.

"Who's hungry? I know someone's favourite never changed. What do you say, Blaise? Want to make us all some lunch?" Camilla smiled at her children, relishing the fact she finally had them both back together.