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Blood Ties	By : Beloved_Enemy Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 17628 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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I’m trying really hard to keep everyone in character as much as possible and if I stray from it all, please let me know so I can fix it!
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Despite having been exhausted when she had gone to bed, Hermione woke up shortly after seven the next morning. No matter how late she had gone to bed, she had always been an early riser. She grabbed her toiletries and went to the private bathroom that adjoined her room. After her morning bathroom ritual, Hermione rummaged through her trunk for the day’s attire. It was supposed to be scorching outside today, though that was no surprise for the end of August, so Hermione settled on a purple tank top, her favorite pair of denim shorts, and a pair of black strappy sandals. Every item of clothing that she owned had had to be altered to fit her new...attributes. She’d had to take in all her tops and bottoms and she’d had to let out her bras. She pulled on her shirt and shorts and noticed that he shorts now went to her upper thigh, rather than to just above her knees like they had before. When she had undergone her ‘makeover,’ she had grown about five inches as well. Some people had longer torsos and some people had longer legs; Hermione definitely had longer legs. Hermione absolutely loved her legs, she just wasn’t sure that she wanted to show that much of them off. She pulled her shorts down to cover more leg, but then they were riding very low on her hips and showing off way too much of he stomach. She absolutely refused to alter her favorite shorts anymore than she already had, so she made her shirt longer and saw that it now looked like a dress. Groaning, Hermione altered the length of the shirt again and then pulled her shorts up a bit more so that they stopped at her mid thigh and she only showed off a sliver of her stomach. Pleased with the results, Hermione grabbed a silver butterfly hair clip that her mom had given her for her last birthday and pulled back the top layer of her hair and locked it into place with the clip.
She smiled at her reflection and then frowned; how the hell was she going to tell her friends about this? She was going back to school the day after tomorrow and she just knew that all hell would break loose. She had to tell them before Sunday so that they would have at least a little time to adjust before seeing them again. She knew Harry would be at the Burrow and she thought about going there to tell them in person, but the whole reason for her coming here was so that she could spend a little time with her new found parents before she had to go back to school. It looked like the best choice would be for her to write a letter to all of them. That settled it; after breakfast, she was going to excuse herself long enough to write a letter to Harry and the Weasleys and then she would be able to relax a bit and spend some quality time with the Zabinis.
Hermione went downstairs and saw everyone in the dining room; it seemed that they were also early risers; she was pleased to see Felix there as well. He looked up from the table and smiled when he saw her. He got up and went over and gave her a hug.
“I’m so sorry that I wasn’t here last night when you arrived.”
“It’s ok; mom told me that you had an emergency at the Ministry.”
Rachel smiled at the sound of ‘mom’ coming from Hermione lips.
“Yes, she told me that she told you all about what I do.”
“She did, and it sounds fascinating. I would love it if you could tell more about it some time.”
Felix smiled, “Of course, my dear.”
Hermione joined everyone at the table and dug in to her breakfast. Just as they were finishing up, a bird flew through the window and perched itself on Hermione’s chair. She immediately recognised it as a Hogwarts’ owl and she scratched it’s head and took the letters. One was addressed to her and the the other to Blaise. The owls always had instructions to deliver the letters to specific people and the owls always seemed to know exactly where to go; it never ceased to amaze her.
She took the letters and scratched the owl again. It hooted pleasantly at her and then took off though the window again. Hermione handed Blaise his letter and she opened her own. When she pulled out the letter, a shiny badge fell out. She examined it and squeeled with glee.
“I made Head Girl!”
Rachel and Felix both grinned and congratulated her.
Blaise held up one of his own, “Head Boy.”
Now their parents were extatic; the jumped up and engulfed their kids in hugs.
“I’m so proud of you both; congratulations! Now you with both get the chance to spend more time together and really get to know each other!” Rachel gushed.
Hermione and Blaise smiled at each other and Hermione blushed, “I was afraid that Malfoy was going to be named Head Boy. Insufferable prat or not, he is brilliant.” She shot Blaise a look, “If you tell him that, I’ll vehemently deny it and then curse you into oblivion.”
Blaise smirked at her, “He may be ‘brilliant,’ but I am clearly more so.” He held up the badge to prove it.
Hermione scanned over her letter.

Dear Miss Granger,
Welcome to your final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! I am pleased to announce that you have been chosen as this year’s Head Girl. Enclosed, you will find your Head Girl badge as well as a list of all your required books and supplies.
I also ask that you change into your uniform before you board the train as I will request your presence in the prefect’s compartment as soon as the train leaves the station.
Congratulations and I will see you soon!
Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Hermione held up her letter, “Did she ask you to meet her in the prefect’s compartment as well?”
“Yes, and she asked me to put on my uniform before leaving for the station; I loathe those uniforms.”
“Sounds like we will be busy before we even get to school.”
“Can’t wait.” Blaise’s voice was dripping with sarcasm.
Rachel looked at the clock, “Oh dear, I’m afraid I have a few errands I have to run this morning.”
Felix frowned, ‘Yes, and I have to go back to work.”
Hermione smiled, “That’s ok; I need to sit down and write a letter to my friends before we go back to school. They need to know before everyone else finds out.”
“Yes, I suppose I should write to Draco and Theo as well. They’ll crucify me if they find out along with everyone else as though they were mere commoners.” Blaise smirked with a hint of arrogance.
“Well, we will all make it a point to meet up for dinner tonight, won’t we?” Rachel gave a pointed look to her husband.
Felix chuckled, “Yes, I promise I will be home for dinner.” He kissed his wife, clapped Blaise on the back and squeezed Hermione’s shoulder affectionately, then he disappeared with a ‘POP’.’
Rachel looked at Hermione, “I wish we had more time together, my dear.”
Hermione smiled, “I completely understand; you have lives to live. Besides, this is only the beginning.”
Rachel smiled, “Well, I won’t be out too long. You kids have fun with your letters.”
She grabbed her purse off the desk and then apparated away.
“Yes, have fun indeed. How do I tell me friends that I’m not who they thought I was. What if they see me as a traitor?” Hermione was genuinely worried that Harry and the Weasleys would turn their backs on her when they found out.
Blaise took her hand, “If they see you as a traitor, then they aren’t your friends Hermione. Any fool will see that you didn’t have a choice in any of this. They will also see that you are the same person you’ve always been. You just look a little different now.”
Hermione smiled, “A little?”
“I may not be particularly fond of Potter and Weasley, but I believe that they are good friends to you and they will understand. Even if they don’t, you still have me. You will always have me.” Blaise smiled.
“You feel it too, don’t you? The connection we have.”
“Yes, I told mom about it and she said that it’s a bond that twins have and it’s much more powerful with witches and wizards. She said that dad neutralized it the night he put the glamour spell on you to keep us from figuring things out in the future.”
“And when he removed the glamour, the bond came back.”
Blaise nodded.
“Well, I like it; it feels...right.” A tear slid down Hermione’s cheek and Blaise wiped it away with is thumb.
“No matter what happens, you won’t be alone...ever.”
Hermione was full on crying now and Blaise wrapped her in a hug. They stood there for a few moments, just hugging and Hermione eventually stopped crying. She pulled away from Blaise’s embrace and wiped her tears away, “You must be so tired of all the crying.”
Blaise smiled, “I’ve been around enough women in my life to know that that’s just what you do. Happy, sad, mad; cry, cry, cry. I’m used to it.”
Hermione laughed, “That’s about right.”
“Go write your letter. We’ll go have lunch or something this afternoon.”
“That’ll be nice. Ok, I’m officially over crying; I swear.”
She grinned at Blaise and darted up the stairs.
Blaise was still hungry, so he sat down and finished his breakfast.
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Blaise was on his way to his room when he heard the doorbell ring. He answered the door and was greeted with a copy of The Daily Prophet being shoved in his face.
“Please tell me that this is a seriously disturbing joke, Blaise.”
Blaise immediately recognized the voice as that of his best friend Draco Malfoy. Blaise took the paper and Draco stepped inside the foyer as Blaise read the headline.
New Zabini Heir Discovered
This reporter has it on good authority that the illustrious Zabini family has recently acquired a new addition. Having been put into hiding as an infant, seventeen year old Hermione Jean Granger, best friend of renowned wizard Harry Potter, is in fact Hermione Olivia Zabini, biological daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Felix Zabini and twin sister to their son Blaise who is also a classmate of Ms. Granger’s at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Due to an agreement that was legal during that time that had been made in 1875 by Isaac Zabini and Charles Acey, it was promised to Mr. Acey that the next born female from the Zabini bloodline would be turned over to him as payment for services rendered that are unknown at this time. Almost 100 years went by before a baby girl was born to the Zabini family; and in fear for her safety, a glamour was placed upon her, and she was sent to live with a muggle family. Aldo Acey, who was a known murderer, would have been the Acey to gain custody of the child, had the agreement been kept. Last week, due to a raid by the ministry, Aldo Acey was captured and killed by Aurors, shortly after he had murdered a muggle family. As Aldo was the last living member of the Acey bloodline, upon his death, the threat to Ms. Granger was buried along with his body.
“Fucking hell.” Blaise swore. Hermione would lose it when she found out that their secret was now known to all of the wizarding world.
Draco punched the paper to get Blaise’s attention, “Tell me it’s not true, Zabini.”
“Ok, it’s not true.”
“I’m serious Blaise; this isn’t funny.”
“What do you want me to say, Draco? It’s all true; every word. Hermione Granger is my twin sister that my parents sent away when we were born to protect her from a psychopath.”
Draco watched Blaise to see if he was bluffing and when Blaise just returned his stare, Draco let out a whistle, “Holy fucking shit, mate.”
Blaise chuckled, “That about sums it up.”
“Does she know about this yet?”
“Yeah; as soon as my parents found out that this Acey asshole was dead, they sent her parents a letter, then they come to me, dump all this shit on me, and then they say that we are going to meet them. All of this was yesterday; we went to their house and had a little ‘family reunion.’ My parents cried, her parents cried, she cried, and I’m still just trying to absorb it all. Hermione has it the worst though; she has a lot more to deal with. I gained a sister, but she gained new parents, a brother, a whole new identity. She’s taking it pretty well, all things considered.”
Draco let out a breath, “Wow, that’s....insane. She doesn’t look anything like you or your parents; that must have been one hell of a glamour.”
“My father cast a charm on her that replaced all of my mother’s physical attributes with her adoptive mother’s. It was a pretty intense charm from what I’m told; only my father could take it off her.”
“Has he taken it off her yet?”
“See for yourself.” Blaise turned towards the staircase, “Hey Hermione; can you come down here for a minute?” He hollered.
Draco’s eyes got wide, “She’s here!?”
“She wanted to spend a few days with our parents before we go back to school.”
Draco’s jaw hit the floor when he saw Hermione come around the corner, “Fuck me.” he murmured.
Blaise had been expecting a reaction like that; he smirked and elbowed Draco in the ribs, “The elves are gonna be pissed if they have to clean up a puddle of Draco drool.”
Draco snapped his mouth shut and glared at his best friend.
Hermione turned the corner and saw Blaise standing by the front door. She smiled at him and then noticed he wasn’t alone. Her eyes went to the other person and she suddenly forgot how to breathe; it was Draco Malfoy. Blaise was right, he really had changed ever since his father had been sent to Azkaban. He no longer dressed like he had just stepped off the cover of GQ Magazine. Today he was sporting a casual look with jeans and a black t-shirt. His hair was shorter than it had been last year and he had stopped gelling it back during their fifth year and now he just let it hang loose around his face. One of Hermione’s dirty secrets was that she had a major crush on the Slytherin. It had begun at the beginning of their sixth year when Draco had rescued her from a couple of particularly nasty fourth year Slytherins who had disarmed her and tried to hex her when she was getting off the train. Draco had come out of the compartment that she was standing in front of and disarmed them, taken their wands and given them detention. He had picked her wand up off the ground, handed it back to her and then walked off the train like it was just another day. She had stood there, completely dumbfounded by the fact that Draco Malfoy had come to her rescue. In the past, he would have helped his fellow housemates, rather than save her. That day had been the beginning of Hermione’s little and very secret infatuation. She would catch herself studying the Slytherin during meals and classes. He had completely stopped picking on other people, but he still thoroughly enjoyed giving them detention when he caught them breaking school rules, and every once in a while, he would unfairly give detentions to Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs when the mood suited him. He was always in the company of Blaise and another close friend of theirs, Theodore Nott, and they were always surrounded by hoards of girls. They were all, by far, the best looking guys in the school and they knew it. Blaise was always a little more discrete and humble about his “dates,” but Draco didn’t know the meaning of the word ‘subtle’ when it came to his conquests. Hermione had never had any intentions of making her feelings towards Draco known; she was perfectly happy admiring him from afar.
Seeing Draco now, standing in Blaise’s foyer, well, it was hers now too, Hermione felt all of those feelings rush back to the surface and she was suddenly extremely nervous. What would he say about her being his best friend’s sister, and most importantly, what would he say about her new appearance? Scolding herself for being so shallow, Hermione pushed all those thoughts away and she made her way down the stairs. As she was walking towards them, she couldn’t help but notice the way Draco was very unabashedly checking her out.
She stopped in front of them and smiled at Blaise and then look at Draco, “Malfoy.” She said by way of greeting.
He was still admiring Hermione’s new appearance, and Blaise elbowed him in the ribs again. Draco’s eyes shot up to hers, “Granger.” Draco glanced from her to Blaise and back to her again, “Or, umm, Zabini.”
Hermione smiled and Draco had to make himself not stare at her; she was the most stunning creature he had ever seen. She was most definitely a Zabini, but he could still see some of the old Hermione Granger in her features. His hand was itching to reach out and touch her perfect hair. Never in his life would he have ever thought that he would ever have thoughts like this towards Hermione Granger. But then, she wasn’t a Granger, was she? He had gotten over the whole ‘Mudblood’ thing years ago after his father had been incarcerated, and since then he had come to really see who Hermione was. She was obviously incredibly smart, kind, fiercely loyal, and feisty as all hell. He remembered all the times that they had verbally spared and he loved the fire that danced in her eyes as she would lay into him. She had never been unattractive, she had just never really appealed to him psychically enough to make him be willing to deal with the death threats that he would undoubtedly receive by Potter and Weasley if he had tried to persue her. Not to mention the fact that she herself would have probably tried to hex him if he had shown her any interest. After all, it wasn’t so easy for a person, especially a person like Hermione, to forget about the five years of verbal abuse that she had had to endure at his hands. Knowing that he would never stand a chance with her anyway, Draco was perfectly content to just stare at her, and you better believe that he was going to stare at her as much as he possibly could. His eyes raked over her all of her new attributes, and he stopped at her long, flawless legs. He had always had been a leg man and she had the greatest pare of legs that he had ever seen. He could imagine them wrapped around his waist while he was-
Hermione’s voice brought Draco out of his reverie, “I can’t say that I’m surprised that you told Malfoy so soon.” She said to Blaise with a smile.
Blaise frowned at her, “Um, I didn’t tell him.”
Blaise handed the paper to Hermione and as she scanned it, her smile vanished and was replaced with a look of horror, “Oh, my god! It’s in the Daily Prophet! The whole bloody wizarding world knows about it now! I just found out about all of this yesterday and now thousands of people know! How did Skeeter know!?”
“I haven’t got a clue.” Blaise said.
Draco tore his eyes away from Hermione long enough to scoff at Blaise, “Oh please, it makes perfect sense. Your family is one of the most well known and influential families of our world. Of course Skeeter would have spies around you at all times just in case a story as monumental as this might be discovered. She’s had spies on my family’s tail for as long as I can remember; I’ve even caught a few of them buzzing around. Clearly I’m more observant than you.”
“Observant my ass; your family is just notorious enough to need news reporters snooping around all the time. Well, you used to be notorious. Things have calmed down a lot for you since, well, you know.” Blaise knew that his father’s incarceration was a touchy subject and he didn’t like to bring it up.
Draco smirked at Blaise, “Since my father was sent to rot in prison for the rest of his life? Yes, I’m well aware of how things have changed, and I quite like it, to be honest. It’s nice to be able to live a somewhat normal life.”
Hermione whined, “I’m never going to ever have a normal life, am I?”
Blaise put his arm around his sister, “Not a chance in hell.”
Hermione sniveled and then she gasped, “Oh, shit; Harry and Ron probably know now. They are going to be pissed that they had to hear about this from a newspaper! They are probably on their way to my house right now.”
As if on cue, the doorbell rang and Hermione jumped. Blaise sighed as Draco reached over and opened the front door. Sure enough, Ron Weasley came bursting through the door, looking ready to kill. He looked from Blaise to Draco and ignored Hermione completely.
“All right you tossers, where’s Hermione? Her parents told us that she was here.”
Blaise and Draco looked at Hermione with raised eyebrows; Ron didn’t recognize her.
Blaise cocked his head to the side, “Us?”
Just then, Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley peaked around the door.
“That would be us.” Ginny said. “We didn’t want to just barge in like my brother here. That’s so rude, Ron. You need to learn some bloody manners before--” Ginny looked at Hermione and gasped after a moment as realization set it, “Hermione!?”
Ginny threw aside the matter of manners and rushed in and grabbed Hermione’s hands and held her arms out as Ginny studied her, “Oh, my God, Hermione, you look absolutely stunning! I can’t believe it!” She hugged her. “So it’s true, you are a Zabini!” She looked from Hermione to Blaise and back again, “You really are twins! This is so exciting!” She hugged Hermione again and Hermione relaxed slightly. At least she had one friend who didn’t seem to mind.
Ron looked at his sister like she had just sprouted a second head, “What are you going on about, Ginny? That is not Hermione!”
Hermione rolled her eyes and put her hands on her hips, “Of course it’s me, Ronald!” She snapped.
At the sound of Hermione’s voice, the color drained from Ron’s face. Harry finally decided to become a part of this conversation as he stepped in and shut the door. He walked over to Hermione and looked her up and down, but without trying to look like a pervert. She was like a sister to him, after all.
“You--you look--I have no words.” Harry smiled at Hermione blushed.
Finally catching on, Ron also studied Hermione’s figure. He tried to say something, but no words came out.
Hermione rolled her eyes, “Oh come on, guys; you are severely exaggerating.”
Draco snorted and Ron glared at him.
Ginny grinned at her friend, “We are not exaggerating, Hermione; you really are stunning. I’m not that surprised though, your whole family is bloody gorgeous.”
Suddenly remembering that there was another Zabini in the room, Ginny’s eyes darted to Blaise and she saw him looking at her with an amused expression and a quirked eyebrow. She blushed a shade of red to rival her hair and quickly looked away.
She quickly changed the subject, “How are you doing, Hermione? I’m sure you were shocked, to say the least.”
“I’m fine, Ginny. I’m great, actually. The Zabini’s are amazing people; I really don’t think that I could have asked for a better surprise family.” Hermione smiled at Blaise.
Ron looked at everyone like they had gone mental, “Are you mental, Hermione? These are Zabini’s we’re talking about.”
Draco glared at Ron, “You’re a guest in the Zabini house, Weasley; watch yourself.”
Ron ignored Draco and marched over to Hermione, “You can’t possibly be alright with being a member of their family, Hermione.”
It was Hermione’s turn to glare at Ron, “I’m perfectly alright with being a Zabini, Ron. They are good people!”
“Zabini is a Slytherin, Hermione. Draco Malfoy’s best friend and follower of Vol-”
Ron was cut off when Draco grabbed his shoulder and slammed him into the door, “I’m not going to tell you again, Weasley.”
Ron shoved Draco off him, “Get your damn Deatheater hand’s off me, Malfoy!”
Draco pulled back to punch Ron, but he felt a hand on his arm, stopping him. He looked back and saw Hermione giving him a pleading look.
Draco growled, “You shut him up or I will.”
Draco stepped away and Hermione turned on Ron, “Now you listen to me, Ronald Weasley; the only thing you’re going by is your preconceived notions of nonsense. You know absolutely nothing about his family, my family and I will not stand hear and let you badmouth us! Everything you say about the Zabinis, you say about me and I will not tolerate any of it! Ginny seems to have enough common sense to know not to judge a book by it’s cover, but you clearly lack that. This is who I am now, and if you can’t accept it, then you can leave.”
If it were possible, fire would be shooting out of both Ron’s and Hermione’s ears; neither one was willing to back down, so Ron just shot Hermione a baleful look and stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind him.
A tear slid down Hermione’s cheek, “I can’t deal with this right now.” She turned on her heel and ran up the stairs.
Ginny was seething, “My brother is the stupidest person on the planet!”
Draco had to bite his tongue to keep from responding.
Ginny looked at Blaise, “Do you mind if I go talk to her?”
Blaise shook his head, “Her room is the third door on the left.”
Ginny turned to Harry, “See if you can go talk some sense into my idiot brother. I’m going to talk to Hermione.”
Harry opened his mouth to protest, but Ginny was already half way up the stairs.
Harry turned to Blaise and glared, “I’m not leaving either one of them here with the two of you.”
“Do I need to remind you where you are, Potter?” Draco took a menacing step towards Harry, but Blaise stopped him.
“He’s just looking out for his friend, Draco. I get that Potter, I really do. But, let me ask you something; what do you know about my family for a fact? You know for a fact that I am a Slytherin. You also know for a fact that Draco is a Slytherin. What about my family do you know for a fact?”
Harry didn’t respond and Blaise sneered at him, “That’s right; you know fuck all about my family Potter. For all you know, my father could be Merlin reincarnated. I would never do anything to hurt Hermione; she’s my sister for Christ’s sake! The female Weasley is also safe in my house, in case you were wondering.” Blaise spat.
Draco saw that Blaise was clenching his fists and trying to keep from launching himself at Potter. Party time was over, Blaise was pissed.
“Ok, Potter, time to go.” Draco said.
“I’m not-”
“Now, Potter! Your girls will be fine!” Draco was also itching to punch him.
Harry looked from Draco and Blaise to the stairway before finally heading towards the front door, “If Ginny doesn’t come home tonight, I’ll be back.” Harry said.
Blaise closed in on Harry and Draco grabbed his arm to stop him, “Looking forward to it Potter.”
Harry glared at the Slytherins before leaving the house in much the same manner as Ron had. After Harry was gone, Draco let go of Blaise’s arm.
“You ok, mate?”
“Fucking peachy.”
“Did you really expect Weasel and Pothead to just accept all of this with open arms and big grins? They think they’ve lost their precious little princess to the Dark Side. That’s all they are ever going to see when they look at us. It seems to me that was really matters is that Granger doesn’t believe any of that rubbish.”
“Zabini.” Blaise said.
“What?”
“You said Granger; it’s Zabini.”
“Oh, right. I can’t call her Zabini, it’s weird.”
“So, call her Hermione.”
“That’s even more weird, Zabini.” Draco smirked.
Well, I figure that after the way you were undressing her with your eyes the entire time she was down here, the least you can do is call her Hermione.”
Draco feigned innocence, “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Your sister or not, she’s still Potter and Weasley’s best friend, not to mention an insufferable know it all.”
Blaise smirked, “Keep telling yourself that.”
“I think your rage towards Potter is making you loony.”
“If either one of those two twits makes this any harder for her than it already is, I’ll kill them myself.”
“Ok, but I get to help.”
“I need to do something to get my mind off this shit. I need to get a new broom for Quidditch this year; want to come?”
“Hell yes I do. Anything that will give us a better chance at beating those bloody Gryffindors this year.”
Blaise grinned and they both apparated to the Quidditch shop.
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