AN: Hi! Here is the next chapter. There is a bit of OC in the characters but hopefully you will like this chapter. R&R Enjoy. I dont know if I like this chapter.
Everything was too quiet. Hermione wasn't used to this. She had lived with the Weasely Clan and quiet was something unknown to the family of fierce red heads. As she walked through the enormous Mansion, Hermione couldn't help but ogle at the architecture. It was so beautiful. The house out-did Malfoy Manor by a mile. Yet the quiet is what scared her in this place of beauty. Blaise hadn't spoken a word to her since they apparated in the Mansion. It sent chills down her spine as they walked up to an oak door. Little designs were etched into the wood making her smile. Pretty artwork yet it looked old.
"Here's your room," Blaise muttered opening the door. Hermione sighed as she walked in. Words couldn't describe what she was feeling. As she looked around, Hermione could swear that she heard the familiar pop of Apparation, but ignored it. "Is there anything I can get you?" Blaise asked watching her from a distance. He couldn't help but feel happy that she was her in the Manor. She was his sister after all but part of him felt unease at the fact. His enemies could use her against her. After all she had been Hermione Granger, the Gryffindor Princess. All the things he said to her back then; it sent unwanted chills through his body.
"No…wait, do you have an owl?" she asked looking at him. "I need to send somebody a letter." He nodded in compliance. As he was about to walk out, Blaise could feel a hand on his shoulder. He turned to met Maria.
"Yes?" he asked his voice shaking. Blaise was mentally smacking himself at this point. Here he was a Slytherin and he could barely handle his emotions. How obscure was that? As he looked into Maria's eyes, Blaise could see the guilt and anguish that made her eyes sparkle.
"I'm sorry for pushing you away at the Burrow." She muttered wringing her hands. Blaise could see tears began to form. "This is new to me, Blaise. " She looked at him and was surprised. He was watching her with an almost tender look. Blaise smiled and took her hand in his.
"It's alright. This has been unexpected but," he muttered tightening his grip on her hand. "I am glad that you are the one who is my sister. For all I knew, you could have been some snob." She laughed at his playfulness and smiled. "I get enough of those at Hogwarts."
"Especially those Slytherin whores." Hermione muttered with a gleam in her eyes. Blaise laughed and let go of her hands.
"Especially those," Blaise muttered giving her a playful wink. He ran his fingers through his hair as he thought for a minute. Something was bothering him; was somebody supposed to come and visit him? He bit his lip and looked at his sister. Maria was observing the roses that had been placed in a porcelain vase. The roses were charmed so they would never die and the blood red color was never fade after time. It was his mother's favorite flower so they were in almost every room. "I will be back in a minute with my owl. Make yourself at home." Hermione nodded oblivious and listened for the faint click of the door shutting.
Numerous thoughts were running through her mind as she sat in her room. How was she going to get through this? Everything was changing. Hermione Jane Granger was no more; she was now Maria Alessandra Zambini. Chills went though her body as her thoughts ran to the idea of being a Slytherin. Would she have to be resorted? Hermione knew that being a Slytherin was going to be hell for her. Who would accept her? Bloody hell, her life was spiraling out of control.
"Now, who is this?" a familiar drawl muttered making Hermione look up. It took all her control to not jump up. Standing in her door way was bloody Draco Malfoy. Her hands were clutched together as he walked into her room and leaned up against the bedpost. He was claded in all black which didn't surprise her. His blood hair was gelled back making him look like a carbon-copy of his father. His grey eyes, however, gleamed with something that sent chills down her spine.
"Who are you?" she asked playing stupid. Even though it annoyed her, she had to make sure that he didn't know who she was until it was the right time. Play the innocent girl.
"My name is Draco Malfoy," he stated with a smirk. Everything about him radiated pureblood. Her wand hand twitched as he moved closer to her. Oh how she wanted to send a Stinging Hex to somewhere more private on his person.
"There you are, Ares." Blaise muttered spotting his owl on top of his closet. The owl was a gift from his mum; he had received it on his 16th birthday. It was midnight black with eyes the color of amber. It was a special breed; able to detect Dark Magic and those that opposed its Master. It was a great gift for Blaise nowadays. "Come," Blaise ordered holding out its arm. He watched as the owl flew down and landed on its arm. It cooed softly; probably wanting treats. Blaise shook his head as he walked out of his room with the owl. "No treats for you. I have someone you need to meet." The owl cocked its head as they walked down the long hallway that separated his room from Maria's. As Blaise closed distance between Maria's room, Maria talking angrily with another dark male voice. Blaise groaned as he realized who it was. Draco Malfoy....how could he forget that Draco was coming over today??
"Its none of your business why I am here." Maria's voice hissed as Blaise opened the door. Maria was on one side of the bed with her wand out. Draco stood on the other side of the bed with his arms crossed. He probably thought that Maria wouldn't curse him. Blaise laughed at the thought. That would be entertaining.
"Draco, stop harassing Maria." Blaise ordered watching as Ares swooped over to Maria. " Maria, this is Ares." She held out her arm fluidly watching the owl land on her arm; being used to an owl's behavior, Hermione knew what to do. She had spent many times talking to Hedwig when the boys were off. Crookshanks had developed an independent streak this summer and was off chasing gnomes instead of following his mistress around like he used to do.
"Hello Ares." she cooed petting the owl lightly. Ares hooted in response. He instantly like the new girl. She was like his master. Thw owl looked at Draco who huffed out of annoyance. The blond boy, however, annoyed Ares extremely.
"Why is this wench here, Blaise?" Draco asked sitting on Maria's bed unaware that this was her room. Hermione's eyes bulged when she heard those words.
"Wench?" She growled letting Ares fly to the top of her closet. "Who are you calling a wench, ferret?" Draco looked at Hermione and narrowed his eyes. There was something about her that was familiar. The way she held herself was familiar; she placed her hands on her hip like she was scolding a five year old. Maybe Draco had seen her at Hogwarts. If only she would answer his damn questions!
"What did you call me??" Draco growled. The incident in his 4th year was burned into his head. How dare that man transfigure him into a ferret???? Anger radiated off of him as he got up to face the girl. Blaise continued to watch this scene with great dislike. They were acting like a bunch of first years with their arguing. Blaise rolled his eyes. This was definitely going to be fun; busting Draco's bubble on the fact that his sister was Hermione Granger. So much fun...
"You heard me, you prat!!" Hermione screeched. No one called her a wench. The articles that Rita Skeeter were still burned into her mind. Nobody brought that up in the Burrow after Hermione flipped out. How dare that woman imply that she was dating all those boys??? Being called a scarlet woman wasn't fun for Hermione at all. She watched as Draco pointed his wand at her. Bloody hell...as she was about to muttered a Stinging Hex at Draco's more sensitive area; both of their wands flew out of their wands and into her brother's.
"You two are acting like first-years." Blaise scolded looking at his sister before glaring at Draco. "I will not have you cursing my sister, Draco. Is that understood?" Draco nodded before glaring at Maria. Sister??? The girl did look like a Zambini; her hair and eyes were the Zambini trademark style. They way she held herself, however, was too familiar for Draco to ignore. Who was this girl?? Better not question it now; it was always better to wait for the right moment to ask unwanted questions.
"Blaise...Maria, where are you?" a too familiar voice yelled making Maria smile. Claudia Zambini was home. Her eyes shifted over to Draco who was whispering to Blaise. What the hell was she going to do about him? Draco was smart; it hurt her to think that. Surely with time, Draco would find out who she was. How long though and how was she going to get through this with him breathing down her neck? "Come down to the foyer."
"Here." Blaise muttered instantly giving back their wands. Hermione could see in his eyes that they were supposed to behave while in the presence of their mother. Hermione shivered as a feeling of being watched overcame her. Hermione turned to find Draco leaning against her bedpost watching her with his grey eyes. The way he held himself was intimidating, but Hermione didn't show her discomfort. She was a bloody Griffyndor; they showed no fear. Hermione took Blaise's hand and let him usher her to the foyer. She ignored the chills as they walked into the foyer. They instantly found their mother sitting on the couch with a cup of tea. Her cloak and cane were laying beside her. She must have just arrived for her face was slightly red from the cold air outside.
"There you are. Oh, hello Draco." their mother stated happily. "I forgot that you were coming over today." Maria sat down in an empty chair as Blaise glared at Draco. He smirked at their uneasiness. This was something you didn't get to see everyday; Blaise was never anxious. He was always calm and collected; a true Slytherin through and through. "Do sit down and tell me about your parents." Draco sat down in a chair that was in close prolixity to Hermione, but she didn't show her discomfort, but Hermione could swear that she saw Blaise tense up.
"Mother and Father are doing fine. They are actually holding a ball this weekend." Hermione watched as he pulled out a long, ivory white envelope and handed it to her mother. Her eyes grew big at the random thought that ran through her head. She would have to go to Malfoy Manor, a place where the Dark Arts weren't prohibited and publically welcomed. She shook her head at the thought. Her life was going to hell. She really need Harry and Ron right now. "They would be overjoyed if you could make an appearance."
"We will come, of course." Lady Zambini stated placing the envelope on the table. Her eyes returned to Hermione and a bright smile appeared on her face. There was something about how her mother was looking at her and Draco that made Hermione want to throw up. "I see that you have met my daughter, Maria." Draco's eyes flitted over to Hermione before smiling.
"Yes, we have met. My parents will enjoy meeting her." Draco stated getting up from the eyes grew big at the thought of meeting the Malfoy's. Hell would freeze over before she set foot in that god-forsaken manor. Draco looked at Blaise who was watching him intently. "Guess we will go to Diagon Alley another day." Blaise nodded. "Till next time, Maria." he muttered looking at her. Hermione scowled at the thought and watched as Draco raised his wand and apparated out of the foyer leaving them alone for the first time since they had met.