Yeah I have no idea about the Blaise equals Italian thing. I'm guessing someone thought that it would be cool to say he was. And then everyone else decided that was pretty cool. And then J.K. got pissed because we were all getting it messed up so she was like "psh ill put this in the effing book. Now they have no excuse." And praying mantiseses bite off their mates penis. And kill them. Black widows…I dunno. They just kill them, I guess. P.S. I wish I had a moo-ing fish
Previously:
Hermione let herself sob on this woman's shoulder. She had only known her for maybe a full minute before she was staining this poor lady's nice dress with her tears. But this isn't just any lady, a voice in her head told her, this is your mom. And surprisingly, Hermione felt at ease.
The two women sat on the floor like that for what seemed like hours but was really just minutes. Finally Hermione pulled away from her mother. She was sitting there next to her wearing a gray silk dress that was now getting wrinkled. Hermione felt guilty but couldn't find the strength to stand, so just sat there looking at her hands.
A soft hand tilted Hermione's chin up. "Darling, what's wrong?" Her mother inquired. She had an understanding look on her face, as though she was prepared for anything Hermione could throw at her.
Hermione had never met this woman before, but she had an unexplainable urge to spill her entire life story to her. She took a deep breath. "I received your letter, and no offense or anything, but I wasn't planning on coming. I wasn't just going to leave my parents." Her mother looked both guilty and sad at the last statement. "But then this morning I went to the store and picked up some breakfast…" her voice faltered. She cleared her throat and tried to swallow down the large lump forming. "When I came back the Dark Mark was over my house and I found both my parents dead in their room." A few more tears escaped her eyes, but that was all. She had no more tears to cry.
Her mother heaved a sigh and sadness flickered over her stunning features. "I'm so sorry, honey," she said. "I don't know if this is the best time to tell you, but our familyare Death Eaters." At Hermione's stricken expression she continued hurriedly, "But we're spies for the Order of the Phoenix. Do you know what that is?" Hermione nodded. "Good. Well then, you know we work with Dumbledore." Another nod. "And, you should know before you decide to stay here that you might be required to take the Mark." The last sentence was said with noticeable apprehension.
Surprisingly, Hermione didn't look shocked at all. She actually had a slight smile on her face. "I can be a spy, too?"
Her mother nodded.
"I'll do it. It's the least I owe to my parents," she said with resolution in her voice.
Her mother smiled at her determination before her bright smile flickered a little. Hermione noticed. "What is it?"
"Nothing. It's just I feel jealous of the Grangers. They got to spend so much time with you while I barely know my own daughter."
Hermione smiled a reassuring smile. "Well, I'm here now. And I'm not going anywhere for a while…Mom."
The woman in front of her was suddenly grinning like a madwoman. She threw her arms around her daughter pulling her close. "I love you so much, Hermione. I knew the day you and your brother were born that you would be an amazing girl."
Suddenly Hermione pulled back. "I forgot! My brother! It's Blaise."
Madison smiled. "Do you two know each other already?"
"Well, not really. I know he's friends with Draco Malfoy, who is definitely not one of my favorite people in the world, but I've never really talked to Blaise."
"Blaise has been waiting so long to meet you. I told you in the letter I sent you that Blaise is connected to your feelings sometimes. There have been times where he's worried himself sick over you. He would write us letters from school saying how distressed he was because he could feel your fear but couldn't do anything to help you." Madison said.
This only made Hermione want to meet Blaise as her brother even more. "Is he here right now?" she asked eagerly, her eyes shining.
"He's over at Draco's house right now, and your father is at work. I'm going to go owl them both telling them to come back. You just make yourself at home, since this is your home now. You're not Hermione Granger anymore. Now you're the pureblood Hermione Zabini." She said before picking herself off the ground to go owl the two men of the family.
"Hermione Zabini," she repeated to herself, still on the floor. "I like it." She slowly got to her feet and started walking around the family room. She walked to the staircase and was examining the beautifully wrought metal railing when she heard the fire roar behind her. She swung around and saw emerging from the fireplace a boy about 6'1" with black hair and blue eyes. She recognized him the moment he looked up. This was Blaise Zabini.
He looked caught off guard. Perhaps Mother didn't get a chance to owl him yet. Suddenly he was running at her. Hermione screamed and put her hands up in a defensive gesture thinking he was trying to attack her, but found herself swept up in the strong arms of her brother. He was twirling her around in the air laughing, his black hair falling in his eyes.
His laughter was infectious, and Hermione found herself laughing, too, as she let herself be swung around the room. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him. He lowered her down, but didn't remove his arms from her. After a full minute or so of standing there Hermione said, "So are you planning on letting me go anytime soon?"
"I'm afraid if I let you go I'll never see you again," he mumbled.
"You don't have to worry about that anymore," she whispered.
He finally loosened his grip on her and Hermione saw over his shoulder their mother leaning on the door frame watching the scene with silent tears coursing down her cheeks and a smile on her face. "I owled your father," she said to them before returning to the kitchen.
Blaise took his sister's hand and led her up the stairs to an enormous upstairs. Hetookher to one of the many doors and opened it. "This is your room," he said with an eager smile and pushed her in the door before following himself.
Hermione gasped. The walls were a light white color with a large king size bed up against the left wall with pink silk sheets underneath a black comforter. There was a closet on the right wall and a changing screen in the corner. To the left of the door was a huge dresser. Against the left wall a few feet away from the bed was another door. She opened it and found a large bathroom. There were two sinks, a Jacuzzi sized bathtub and a shower. Tucked back in its own little room was a toilet. On the far side of the bathroom there was another door.
Blaise seemed to notice where she was looking. "That door leads to my room. So if you need anything I'm just a bathroom away."
She looked impressed. "This house is amazing. It's so big, and everything is so exquisite."
"Yeah, it's pretty fantastic." He paused. "You know, I can't believe I've been wanting to meet my sister for so long and you were under my nose the entire time."
Hermione laughed. "Yeah I was pretty surprised to learn you were my brother, too." Off his look she continued hurriedly, "Not upset, just surprised. You were surprised to see me, too."
"Yeah. I also thought it was pretty funny that the girl Draco's been calling a mudblood for the past six years is not only a pureblood, but my sister. That reminds me, I'll be having a talk with him later." He muttered.
"So," she said, with a smirk identical to her brother's, "who's older?"
He looked proud. "Me. By seventeen minutes and forty-seven seconds."
Chapter 3 is doooone. So obviously they're FRATERNAL twins. Hence the not identical thing…Um…please review?
