A/N: I have three different stories going on right now, and all of them are pretty action packed. I seriously need a break, and another story is literally the last thing I need right now, but I cannot, I repeat, I cannot leave this idea alone. I promise to update the other stories, but I wanted the idea out. I have nearly everything planned for my other stories, so don't worry!

I've recently read some fanfictions about Hermione being a long lost Zabini, blah blah blah and end up falling in love with Draco. Of course. But… most of them aren't finished, and it just makes me so sad, so I wanted to write a light hearted story about Hermione being a Zabini.

There won't be much action, because I'd feel all ninny writing it so... Anyway, this will take place after the War, when the kids all retake their school year and whatever. Also, there will be cursing. Like, really bad cursing. I don't curse (I'm innocent! Yeah, yeah, I'm not so innocent because I know the words, but still) but I feel like an agitated Slytherin would curse at times, so... I haven't put the literal words on the page, but it's there, so just be warned. (I asterisked them, just in case)

Also, I am sick of all those fanfictions where the parents go all blunt like: Hermione, you're adopted, derrrrrp. And then Hermione just randomly flies off the handle. It's unrealistic, and too choppy. I'll try to keep it smooth as possible. Thanks, and tell me what you think!

P.S. Can anyone tell me where I got the first... oh I dunno three or four lines of dialogue? :)

Granger - Wait, It's Zabini

Chapter One:

"I have a brother?" Blaise asked.

"No," Mr. Zabini drawled. "But you have a sister," he said, stretching out the last word, the s in sister sounding like a hiss.

"But then where is she?" the boy demanded.

"Somewhere safe," said Mrs. Zabini softly, touching her son's shoulder.

"Where would that be?" Blaise asked.

"Somewhere with Muggles," Mr. Zabini muttered. Blaise's expression darkened.

"What do you mean, with Muggles? You mean she's not a witch?"

"It's best that we don't know. If we do know who or where she is, then she is in danger from the Dark Lord," Mrs. Zabini said.

"But - why did you send her away?"

Mr. Zabini's eyes flashed. "You have to realize that the Dark Lord was killing all pureblood children who weren't male at the time of when you two were born. We had to give her away in order to keep her alive,"

"How could you be so selfish? You're basically saying you don't know where she is, or what she even looks like just so - "

"To keep her alive, yes! And selfish?" Mrs. Zabini asked sharply. "It was the hardest decision of my life! However, I chose to give her away for her to lead a life rather than be killed. You must understand that the Dark Lord is trying to control us. We've been staying pretty much neutral since the resurrection of the Dark Lord, but soon we didn't have a choice. He wanted all the male purebloods to become his followers. We, luckily escaped that fate,"

Mr. Zabini sighed. "The Dark Lord did not know your mother was going to have two children. We did not know either. However, with a simple spell, we knew we were going to have a son, and we could not keep that piece of information from the Dark Lord. But… after both of you were born, we knew we could protect your sister. So we did.

"Father, do you know how ridiculously unbelievable this is? Do you think I can believe you? First I find out I have a sister, then I find out we don't even know where the f*** she is! I don't know if she's dead or alive! Besides, the War is over, and Voldemort's dead! No one needs - "

"Blaise, keep your temper in check," Mrs. Zabini said tiredly.

"My temper in check? Ha, you should keep your mentality in check!" said Blaise. Mr. Zabini looked a bit angry at his son for insulting his wife, but Mrs. Zabini held the older Zabini back, knowing Blaise was only acting this way because he was confused, and well, very confused.

"We know she is safe. She is your twin. Twins are uncommon in the wizarding world, just like the muggle world. However, twins are special in the wizarding world because they share connections. If she was dead, you'd most certainly feel it," said Mrs. Zabini.

"What? I've never heard of that," said Blaise,, his tone still slightly snarky.

"It's called the Twin Bond. If the two twins were close, sometimes they'd even know what the other is feeling like,"

"But she's gone," said Blaise dejectedly.

"Well… we wouldn't exactly say that," said Mr. Zabini tentatively.

"Why? Is there another secret you're keeping from me?" demanded Blaise. Mrs. Zabini tried not to wince. Mr. Zabini rubbed the back of his neck.

"Yes, she - she goes to Hogwarts," said Mr. Zabini. Both mother and father braced themselves from an explosion from their son.

"What? And you tell me now? What if it's someone who I watched get bullied the entire time at Hogwarts? What if she was a Gryffindor?"

"Er, Blaise? Just saying you shouldn't ever watch someone get bullied your entire time at Hogwarts," said Mrs. Zabini. Blaise shrugged.

"Well, we don't know if you know her, but her name is Hermione Granger," said Mr. Zabini. Blaise blanched.

"Hermione Granger? No - no - please, don't tell me it's her, please, don't tell me it's her,"

"Why not?" asked Mrs. Zabini.

"I should fling myself off a cliff," Blaise muttered. "She, in fact, is someone I've watched get bullied my entire time at Hogwarts,"

"What?" Mr. Zabini said sharply.

"It's Draco… he loves taunting her, calling names, insulting her looks and interests, and whatnot."

"But why would he do that? " asked Mrs. Zabini.

Blaise shrugged. "I personally don't know the details, but apparently it's a thing. But now, I find out she's my long lost twin sister, and mortal enemies with my best friend Draco: well, my life is officially screwed,"

Both the Zabini parents were torn on whether to look angry or ashamed. Silence settled around the house until Blaise broke the silence.

"So… does Hermione know anything at all? About me? You?" Blaise said.

"I've informed Jean to tell her everything tonight… she should be coming through the Floo any time now," said Mrs. Zabini.

As soon as the words left her mouth, the Floo erupted into life, and out stumbled a soot covered Hermione with a furious look on her face.

"There's no POSSIBLE way I am related to you!" she burst out. Mr. Zabini looked a bit taken aback, while Mrs. Zabini raised her eyebrows.

"Did I also mention she's a Gryffindor?" Blaise added dryly.