A Change In Me

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Hermione POV

It's an average Tuesday morning for me. I wake up and read. But this morning didn't go as planned. My mom got home from her trip and comes and sits next to me awkwardly. "Is there something you want to tell me?" She looks as if someone died. She doesn't don't say anything. "Are you okay?" I ask because she looks as if she might die. Which is concerning because she's usually fine.

"Hermione, I don't want you to be mad." My mom says while touching my leg. Is she about to tell me I'm sick. Or that I can't go to my last year of Hogwarts? Please, no. I really want to go. It's after the war and I want to go back.

"Why would I be mad?" I said concerned.

"Hermione, baby, you're adopted." I'm not mad, I'm a little disappointed, but I'll be fine. I'm kind of having mixed feelings about this. I'm not mad though. I know that. I look at my mother who looks as if she had broken my heart which reminds me that I need to tell her she didn't break my heart.

"Oh, okay. Umm, do you know who my birth parents are?" I say trying not to sound like I really want to meet them because I don't want to hurt her feelings. She looks at me intently.

"Yes, we do, baby. Their last name is Zabini. Like Serena and Tom Zabini. So you know them? They have a boy your age. Your twin. Blaise Zabini."

"Oh God, mom. I have a twin. And you kept this from me." I say in kind of an angry tone. I didn't want to get upset. "I'm sorry, I'm just going to need a minute." I go up to my room. I don't even know what to feel. There's so much anger inside me but I don't want to be angry. I just decide to let it go and move on. I'm hoping that Blaise doesn't know and we can leave everything as is. I go back downstairs to apologize but we have a guest.

"Hermione." None other than Blaise Zabini is standing in my living room. "I'm sorry to drop in like this. I was so pissed at my parents that they took you away from me. I just had to see you, considering how we've interacted before."

"Blaise, I don't want anything to change, I'm glad that I know, but I don't want to act on it. I like where I'm at and I don't want it ruined." I say knowing it's going to upset him but it's what I want and it's got to come out at some point.

"Can I talk to you, in private?" I nod and we go upstairs and into my room.

"What? I'm not going to change my mind." I say while sitting down on my bed. He sits next to me.

"Then let me change it for you." I smile at that. It's nice that he wants to be brother and sister but I'm too stubborn. "I realize that you like where you are and you don't want that ruined but we all need a little change in our lives. We need that balance of normality and new things. We need to shake it up. Come on. Please let's just try it out. Please? For you dear little brother." I laugh at this and he rolls his eyes. He then does puppy dog eyes. 

"Fine." He stands up and starts to celebrate. He's dancing like an idiot. "Only, to try it out."

"Oh whatever." He reaches his hand out for me to take it and I do and he apparates us to his house. God it's massive. "Do you want to meet our parents?" He says with a huge grin on his face. I never knew that someone could be this happy.

"Yeah, sure." I say while he leads me through the house. He stops and turns to me.

"Are you okay?" He says while looking at me very curiously and a little creepy.

"Yeah, it's just a lot." I say unsure of what he's going to say.

"Oh, do we need to take a break? Or something? We can relax a little before meeting the parents."

"Blaise! My days are very chaotic. I would really enjoy it, if you would just calm down, okay! Just relax. We don't have to rush this." We happened to stop in the library and we're sitting down and after I said that he kind of went silent. I feel kind of bad, I feel like I said something wrong. "I'm sorry. I just-"

"No it's fine, I shouldn't have pushed it. But what exactly makes your days chaotic?" He asks really interested actually.

"Um, well, I should probably tell you that I have a kid." The look on his face is remarkable. Man, he was so surprised.

"You are literally the definition of the school's good girl." He says which is funny because I'm in no way the good girl anymore.

"Well, I don't know, I got pregnant when I was fourteen and now have a two year old."

"Why the hell were you even sleeping with people when you were fourteen! That is 100% slut definition." He says.

"Thanks. He was probably the most toxic and manipulative boyfriend in the world so it was not my fault. He got me drinking and then I was extremely drunk."

"Girl or boy? What's it's name? Can I meet it?" I giggle a little.

"Girl. Her name is Cami and yes at some point you will meet her."

"Why not right now?" He says and I shake my head.

"Because she's still asleep and because I'm not there I would like her to stay that way because I don't want to have to deal with her."

"Who's the dad, and where is he?"

"Um, he's in prison. With a life sentence." I say and the look on him face. Damn. 

"Why the hell is he in prison?"

"We don't talk about it. Also I don't tell people this a lot so please don't tell people. I don't want to be considered a slut. I'm still the school good girl, what I do outside of school is different."