Queen of Gorgeousness

Jealousy is Never as Straightforward as it Seems

As always: all right's go to J.K. Rowling

Chapter Three - Jealousy is Never as Straightforward as it Seems

"Mya?" repeated Blaise, awestruck by the girl in front of him.

"Blaise I don't understand."

"We thought you were dead," he whispered.

"Who am I?"

"You're my sister, my twin sister," he said not even bothering to hide the tears that rolled down his cheeks.

"We don't look anything alike."

"Fraternal twins Hermione, not identical."

"I still don't understand, I'm a muggleborn."

"You were taken in a raid that happened after the first fall of V-Voldemort. We looked everywhere for you but you were never found. Our parents presumed the worst. Mother was inconsolable, Father died from the injuries he got in that raid so she lost half the family and grieved for ages. She always kept me close after that, afraid that if she didn't she'd lose me as well," explained Blaise.

"I'm, I'm--"

"You're my sister Mya and you're safe," whispered Blaise as he slowly moved toward Hermione.

"Mya?"

"Hermione was a hard name to say when I was little. I always called you Mya because it was easier."

"So my name hasn't changed."

"No it hasn't. Your full name is Hermione Anastasia Zabini. A beautiful name for a beautiful woman."

"The sorting hat said Zabini suited me better. Hermione Granger just means a bossy know-it-all with no friends or family. I always wondered what life would be like after the ugly duckling transformed, maybe now I'll get to find out."

"You're taking this rather well."

"So much has happened to me Blaise. I was serious in the letters I sent over the summer, I want a fresh start. Without a family to depend on and with no friends by my side life has been difficult. I spent so many years in the company of Harry and Ron only to find that they care little for me as a person. Hermione Granger constantly had to prove herself, had to change who she was to fit in and spent her childhood fighting a war. I don't want to be that person anymore."

"I understand, really I do."

"I'm not saying I'm not overwhelmed because I am. The parents who raised me have died. I felt myself drifting without guidance during the summer. I know this change won't be easy but I wouldn't be being true to myself if I didn't give it a try."

Someone chose that moment to knock on the door and opened it slightly.

"Blaise?"

"Mother?"

"Can I come in?"

"Sure."

The two women briefly sized each other up.

"Oh my dear, my poor little girl it really is you."

Hermione looked at the woman before her and realised she looked exactly like her except she was older. This was all overwhelming. Hermione had always thought it odd to be such a powerful muggleborn witch, of course she'd researched it but hadn't found anything conclusive. Thinking back on her childhood Hermione had never called the Granger's by Mum and Dad. It was something they had insisted on and though she always found it a little strange she'd called them by their first names instead.