Disclaimer: Sorry, my lawyers said I couldn't have them.

AND NOW ON TO THE STORY—

The Truth be Told

'Adopted? Adopted? Pure-blooded and adopted. Worst off is that I'm pure-blooded, adopted, and the daughter of Lisa Zabini and Dimitri Zabini, and sister to Blaise Zabini, Draco Malfoy's best friend. Can it get more complicated?'

"Hello, Granger."

'Shite, it just did.'

"Leave me alone Malfoy, I'm not in the mood to deal with you right now"

And it was true. As soon as Dumbledore had recited the new information, looking back on her past and her future, Hermione had wanted to escape. The only things that had kept her there had been her love for Dumbledore, and Ginny's hand entangled with hers.

As soon as the meeting ended she quickly disentangled their hands, said goodbye to Dumbledore, and quickly told Ginny to tell Harry and Ron not to use their map to find her. With that she had been gone. She had roamed the school, top to bottom, for the last three hours and planned on doing it once more before retiring to bed. That is, until Malfoy interrupted.

"Oh Granger, I'm hurt. I only found you to bring you something, or should I say someone." With that, Draco pushed his best friend in front of him.

Hermione turned around- and at first though that she was looking in a mirror. Then she noticed that it wasn't her reflection, it was her brother, Blaise Zabini.

"Hello... sis," Blaise stumbled out.

He hadn't known where Draco was dragging him. By the time Draco had finally caught up to Blaise, Draco was drunk. So instead of telling Blaise that Draco knew whom his sister was, he decided to show him. Pushing Blaise, out of the common room, and through the castle, had been an easy job. Especially with Blaise thinking Draco just needed company on his walk.

But half an hour ago when the walk started, Draco had been completely drunk, yet he had also been content. Then he had started to sober up, and was becoming annoyed at not finding his quarry. Just as he decided to give up, they ran straight into Ms. Mya Zabini or Hermione Granger. Whichever you prefer.

The only reply to Blaise was a swift turn around, as she began to walk away. In Hermione's case, she was going to see her "family" in the morning anyway. 'Why talk to them when she didn't have to?'

Draco, on the other hand, was fed up. "Where the hell does she get off, turning away?" And with that Draco used his Quidditch speed to quickly cut Hermione off.

"Malfoy."

"Granger, turn around."

"Why?"

"Because Blaise wants to talk to you, and I'm quickly getting fed up with your bloody attitude, Mudblood."

"Fist off- "my bloody attitude"! Excuse me if I'm short, but maybe if you just found out that your whole life wasn't really yours- you'd have an attitude too. And secondly, stop with that damned name- I mean its getting a little old, isn't it? Prat!"

With that, Hermione turned around once again. Heading straight back to where Blaise was standing shell shocked. No one had ever yelled like that at Draco before. Even with every Gryffindor battling with him, no one had ever turned away so bluntly.

"Hi, my name is... eh... it's Mya Zabini. But I would rather at the moment like to be called, Hermione Granger. It will take me sometime to get adjusted to a new name. Yours is?"

"Blaise Zabini. And I understand about your name, Mya. I mean Hermione. Um. I'm your big brother, by a minute that is."

"Big brother. Huh" She then remenbered the blood pack she had made with Harrylast year, bonding them andmaking him her brother as well "Im going to have to introduce you to my other brother aswell--Sorry but I have to get back to my common room, before Harry and Ron send out a search party." With that she turned around once more, before she reached a fuming Draco. She turned around once more to say, "Oh- and Happy Birthday, Blaise"

With that Hermione left, heading up to her common room. Quite looking forward to a little sleep- then it hit her. She had forgotten to tell Harry and Ron. They would certainly have her up all night explaining to them who she really was.

'Damn, now I won't be able to get any rest tonight,' Hermione thought approaching the Fat Lady.

"Hello, dear. I don't think I have ever seen you before," The portrait said to an irritable Hermione. Before Hermione, could utter the password though, the portrait swung open, missing Hermione by a half and inch.

"Okay, TROOPS! Let's go find 'Mione!" Ron's voice filled the corridor.

'Now or never Hermione, it's now or never.'

With that thought in her head, Hermione stepped away from the side of the portrait entrance into the middle, where she could be easily seen. And she was, as soon as she made the move it seemed as though all the boys in the room looked her way.

"Hello Ron," Hermione said to the group's leader and also her best friend. "Could I talk to you for a minute?" Without waiting for a reply, she took his hand and dragged him through the opening that the crowd made for them.

In the middle of the room, she saw Harry and quickly asked him too if she could have a minute as well.

She took them both to an empty corner.

"Harry, Ron. sit."

They both sat immediately. She quickly informed them of her identity, her transformation, and her whereabouts for the past five hours.

Her friends, who were stunned at finding out this beautiful girl was none other than their own Hermione, started telling her what had happened when she was supposed to be "lost". They all ended up laughing well into the night.

"So, 'Mione tell us, when are we going to speak to your family?" Harry asked.

"Look at the time, Harry, Ron- I'll talk to you tomorrow, night!"

And with that Hermione, walked up the stairs and into her dorm, only stopping once to change into her bedclothes, then fell into a peaceful night sleep.

The next morning was not so peaceful.

"Mione- get up."

"Ginny, GO AWAY!"

"No, 'Mione, you don't understand, your... family is down in the common room now, just waiting for you."

"WHAT!"

Pushing her covers to the floor, Hermione bolted up. Running to her trunk, she quickly snatched up a silk robe, to cover her teddy and knickers, and her wand. Running past Ginny, she jumped stairs to be greeted with six people not normally seen in the Gryffindor common rooms.

Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, and two others, that she assumed where Mrs. and Mr. Zabini, they did look an awful like Blaise and herself. The last five looked very uncomfortable sitting in the Gryffindor common room.

"Why, hello there Miss. Granger," Dumbledore began, "I thought it would be best to get you and your family acquainted as soon as possible and in a place as comfortable as possible to you."

"Alright Headmaster," Hermione was about to take a seat when Blaise gave her a once up and down then shook his head at her attire. She smiled at him and then plopped into the seat reserved for her, right next to him. She crossed her legs so that her satin robe draped a little, showing off some of her leg.

"Good morning, Mya," Blaise said reaching over her exposed leg, and pulling the satin robe back up. He then smiled but kept his hand there so that it could not fall again.

"Cara," Mrs. Zabini called as she gotten up from her spot on the couch, to pull her daughter into a fierce hug.

Hermione could tell that Mrs. Zabini ate well, although she was not a big woman, she did have a rounded face with chubby cheeks. She looked pleasant enough, but Hermione knew from experience that looks do not tell a thing about the person inside.

"Il mia amore bella," Mr. Zabini now got up for his chance to hug his long lost daughter. Hermione could automatically tell this was where her brother and herself got their looks. The eyes were all their mothers, but the looks are from dad. It was funny, Blaise looked just like their dad: tall, dark, and very handsome. The only difference was that their dad had dark blue eyes, while Blaise and she had crystal blue.

Hermione was a little shocked at their blatant display of love for a child they hadn't seen for years, but hugged back to be polite.

"I have told you all that I know about you yesterday," Dumbledore said taking charge in the meeting, "but I was wondering if perhaps you had any questions?"

"No, professor."

"Well then, the Zabini's were wondering if you would like to go to lunch with them this afternoon? To catch up."

Hermione looking at her "family" and contemplated for a minute before "Yes, I would love to."

"Ok then, you shall meet them in the great hall in five hours. Good day, Ms. Granger."

"Good day professors, Blaise, Malfoy, and…um...—

"You can call us, Lisa and Dimitri, cara," Ms. Zabini said stepping in.

"Oh okay- thank you. Good day, Lisa and Dimitri," Hermione said quickly finishing up her good days.

As the group left the room, Blaise and Draco lagged behind a bit.

"Yes, Blaise?" Hermione asked wondering why two Slytherins would want to stay in enemy terrority.

"Mya. I just wanted to tell you that for lunch you should wear something semi-formal. Mom, wants us to look our best, ya know? Especially if we are going to be in the paper."

"Why are we going to be in the paper, Blaise?"

Blaise smiled but Draco answered.

"Because we always are."

With that, the two turned to leave. But not before Draco turned back to say,

"You missed the prefect meeting yesterday." Draco smirked at the expression of horror that passed over Blaise's sister's face. "We're having a talent show."

And with that they were gone.

Hermione rushed upstairs and into the dorm. Ginny was lying on Hermione's bed, playing with her cat.

"Gin, help me pick out something nice to wear?"

"Why, 'Mione? I mean, where are you off to?"

"Out to lunch with my "parents", Gin."

With that Hermione hopped into the shower. Taking about two hours in there just relaxing was great for Hermione. It seemed to have calmed her down so both mentally and physically, that even Ginny saw it.

"'Mione, I want to talk to you," Ginny said to over-relaxed Hermione.

"What's up, Gin?" Hermione asked while figuring out the correct way she could go about altering her clothing. She would have to go shopping fast, because since she had become shorter and more curvatious pretty much nothing fit.

"Well, you know how last year, I had a crush on Harry?"

"Yes," was Hermione's answer while altering a denim mini skirt and a beautiful blue tunic.

"Well, I stopped." Hermione was now trying on her outfit to find it made her look gorgeous.

"Yes, Gin. I knew that."

"No, Hermione. I stopped liking boys all together."

"WHAT?" Hermione now yelled looking at her friend as though she had grown two heads.

"Yeah, I think guys are cute and all, but I like girls too. I think I'm bi. I'm sorry If I scared you, Mione- I'll just go now..." with that Ginny jumped off Hermione's bed and was walking to the door.

"No, Gin. Stop," Hermione said placing herself in front of the door. "Its okay. I'm sorry, you just threw me a curve ball." With that Hermione threw herself at Ginny, hugging the life out of the one person who she could think of as a little sister, hoping that as her mother would say "it was just a faze".