🖤The secret Zabini twins🖤 {ON HOLD}

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Hermoine's POV:

I woke up to a soft voice repeating my name as they stroked my upper arm. I opened my eyes and saw that it was Blaise!!! "AAHHH!!" I yelled, confused as to why he was her. Then, what happened before I blacked out filled my mind and I needed answers. I looked over to see a startled Blaise and Sheepishly smiled "Sorry". He said that it's fine but I should sit down after losing concussioness. With a slight nod of my head, I sat down and waited for an explanation. I didn't have to wait long though because after seeing my face, my dad began to explain, "Hermoine, the Zabinis are you real parents and they had to give you away at birth because Voldemort was making any girl babies his personal slaves and they didn't want that for you. We already met them a couple of years before your real mum was pregnant and we can't have children so we adopted you. We all hoped that it would keep you far away from Voldemort but that didn't quite work out. " He finished with a small chuckle. Suddenly, I felt as if a piece of my heart had been put back, even though I didn't know I was missing. I was taken out of my trance as Blaise tapped my shoulder lightly.  "Hermoine, there's still a bit more information to tell you." Before he could say anything, I turned around and tackled him in a hug, with so much force that we both fell back on the sofa. At first he was startled but after a second her wrapped his arms around me and we stayed like that for about a minute, until he lifted us back up and I put my head on his shoulder whilst we sat. My new dad was the person who spoke next, he asked "Hermoine would you like to come and live with us?" I was overjoyed ang nodded my head so fast that I might have got whiplash, if I hadn't stopped.
My real mum cheerfully told me to go pack and made Blaise help. I got of the couch and started walking but stopped when I felt hands on my waist and unexpectedly, I was slung over somebody's shoulder. I shrieked and bashed my fists on my brothers back but he just laughed and ran up the stairs with me. When we got to my room, he put me down and once I was stable, I hit the back of his head and called him a nitwit. Once we had finished packing, we made our way downstairs say goodbye to my adopted parents and we promised we would see them soon. Then, we apparated away and I closed my eyes still not quite used to the strange feeling that it created in my stomach. I also wanted the new house to be a suprise.