Twin Surprises

Summary: What happens when Hermione's parents tell her about something now that she's almost an adult? When she leaves her home, guess who she has to stay with? Draco/Hermione Harry/Ginny Ron bashing story. Rated T. Not a songfic, they just like music.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter or any songs I use now or in the future.


Chapter One: The News Keeps On Coming...

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Mr. and Mrs. Granger sat at the kitchen table, waiting on their daughter to wake up.

"John, we have to tell her!" said Jane, Hermione's mother to her husband. "She's almost seventeen, which in their world means that she's gonna be of age. She's only a few months from becoming an adult! She has the right to know!"

"Jane," replied John, "I know you think we should tell her but-"

"Tell me what?" asked Hermione as she came into the room. Waiting on her answer, she walked to the counter and started to make heself some toast.

John shot Jane a warning look, but she seemed to take no notice. "Hermione, sweetie, your father and I-" John shot her another look. "Oh fine, I want to tell you about something. Well, since you're 'coming-of-age' pretty soon, I thought you should know that... well, you're adopted." When Jane finished her sentence, she closed her eyes in anticipation of the blow-up she knew was coming.

Hermione froze when she heard the news. The knife she was using fell to the floor with a loud clang!

"See Jane!" screamed John. "I knew she would react like this! THIS IS WHY WE SHOULDN'T HAVE TOLD HER!"

"Dad," said Hermione. Her father looked at her, red in the face. "It's ok. I've always known, I just never thought you'd tell me." She laughed at the end of her sentence.

Now it was her parents turn to freeze. They sat there, staring, open-mouthed and wide-eyed for what seemed like hours.

"But-"
"How did you-"
"-you knew?"
"-know and not say anything?"
"How could you?" her parents finished at the same time.

"I should be asking you both the same thing, shouldn't I?" Hermione said with a hint of bitterness in her voice and an annoyed look.

"Honey," said her mother. "We're sorry. Honestly and truly, we are. We just didn't want to freak you out or anything. Do you want to know all the details?"

Hermione opened her mouth, as if she was going to speak, then shut it again. "Well, I'm going to find out sooner or later, right?" she thought to herself. "Probably sooner would be better than later." Then she remembered something her mom failed to mention. "Who are my real parents?" she finally asked.

"Oh!" exclaimed Jane. "Oh, I thought I'd mentioned it! Mr. and Mrs. Zabini. They gave you up for adoption when you were about nine months old. They realized they didn't have enough money to keep you and Blaise. But-"

"Whoa!" yelled Hermione. "You mean to tell me that my brother is none other than the jerkwad, Blaise Zabini?"

"That's right," sighed her father. "You guys were supposed to be fraternal twins, but somehow he was born four months early and you weren't. Weird how some things happen, huh?" he finished with a nervous laugh.

Hermione just groaned at this news and buried her face in her arms. "How could this be happening?" she asked herself. "My brother is not only Blaise Zabini, but he's best friends with my enemy! But who knows? Maybe it won't be so bad. Now he can't call me a mudblood, and neither can his crack-whore of a girlfriend. Maybe there will be a better side to this." She thought for a few minutes, then finally asked aloud, "So... am I going to go and live with them, or... am I just going to meet them?"

Her mother and father exchanged their expressions, which started to worry Hermione a bit. She calmly waited for an answer, though inside she was going insane.

"Well," said Jane. "That's what we were going to ask you anyways. We decided when we first adopted you that when you were old enough, we'd let you decide what you wanted to do. So it's completely up to you and what you want, ok?"

"We're behind you one-hundred percent," said John. "No matter what you choose to do in the end. We'll always love you, whether you're here with us, or not."

Hermione thought for a minute, and she couldn't figure out what to do. "How about I go upstairs and think it over for a little bit, ok?" she asked her parents. "I'll let you know by tonight, though."

"Just take your time, honey," her mother told her. "Don't feel pressured to rush into anything. Do what you want to do."

Hermione just smiled and hugged her parents. She then went upstairs and collapsed on her bed. She had absolutely no idea about what she was going to do. She decided to clear her head for a while, and figured an answer would come to her that way.

Hermione had three ways to clear her mind: singing, dancing, and writing. Since her room had absolutely no toom to dance and she didn't feel like writing, she grabbed her iPod off of her nightstand on the right side of her bed. She put her headphones on to drown out everything instead of hooking it up to her radio. She went to the menu, clicked on "Artists", scrolled down to Evanescence, and clicked on the song "Imaginary" and started to sing along as best as she could.

"I linger in the doorway,
Of alarm clock screaming,
Monsters calling my name,
Let me stay where the wind will whisper to me,
Where the raindrops as they're falling tell a story,

In my field of paper flowers,
And candy clouds of lullabies,
I lie inside myself for hours,
And watch my purple skies fly over me,

Don't say I'm out of touch,
With this rampant chaos, your reality,
I know well what lies beyond my sacred refuge,
The nightmare I built my own world to escape,

In my field of paper flowers,
And candy clouds of lullabies,
I lie inside myself for hours,
And watch my purple skies fly over me,

Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming,
Cannot cease for the fear of silent nights,
Oh how I long for a deep sleep dreaming,
The godess of imaginary light,

In my field of paper flowers,
And candy clouds of lullabies,
I lie inside myself for hours,
And watch my purple skies fly over me."

After the song was finished, Hermione didn't feel satisfied enough to think about anything. So then while looking through her songs, she selected one called "Love Your Memory". She didn't listen to much country music, but she could listen to Miranda Lambert all day.

"I don't wanna see you or feel you,
I don't wanna look into your eyes,
I don't wanna touch you or miss you,
I just wanna love your memory tonight,

I can't handle all this pain,
All we ever do is fight anyway,
Why we even tried I haven't a clue,
With hearts involved there's way too much to lose,

I don't wanna see you or feel you,
I don't wanna look into your eyes,
I don't wanna touch you or miss you,
I just wanna love your memory tonight,

You were something else to look at,
Your intentions they weren't all bad,
Tried to make me something I wasn't,
Lord knows there ain't no future in all that,

I don't wanna see you or feel you,
I don't wanna look into your eyes,
I don't wanna touch you or miss you,
I just wanna love your memory tonight."

Even though Hermione felt as though her head was cleared, she felt like singing one more song. "Which song to sing, though?" she said to herself. "More Evanescence? Or should I sing something else?" She sat thinking about it for a few minutes, then she got it. She knew the perfect one to sing.

She had downloaded every single song from Now! 19 onto her iPod. She scrolled down to "Breathe" by Anna Nalick, and sung with her as the song came on.

"2 A.M. and she calls me 'cause she's still awake,
Can you help me unravel my latest mistake?
I don't love him,
Winter just wasn't my season,

Yeah we walk through the doors
So accusing their eyes,
Like they have any right at all to criticise,
Hipocrits, you're all here for the very same reason,

'Cause you can't jump the tracks,
We're like cars on a cable,
And life's like an hourglass glued to the table,
No one can find the rewind button girl,
So cradle your head in your hands,
And breathe, just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe,

May he turn twenty-one on the base at Fort Bliss
Just today he sat down the the flask in his fist,
Ain't been sober since maybe October of last year,
Here in town you can tell he's been down for a while,
But my God, it's so beautiful when the boy smiles,
Wanna hold him, maybe I'll just sing about it,

'Cause you can't jump the tracks,
You're like cars on a cable,
And life's like and hourglass glued to the table,
No one can find the rewind button boys,
So cradle your head in your hands,
And breathe, just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe,

There's a light at each end of the tunnel you shout,
'Cause you're just as far in as you'll ever be out,
And these mistakes that you've made you'll just make them again,
If you only try turning around,

2 A.M. and I'm still awake writing this song,
If I get it all down on paper it's no longer inside of me,
Threatening the life it belongs to,
And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd,
'Cause these words are my diary screaming out loud,
And I know that you'll use them however you want to,

'Cause you can't jump the tracks,
You're like cars on a cable,
And life's like an hourglass glued to the table,
No one can find the rewind button now,
Sing it if you understand,
And breathe, just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe."

During this song, she thought about it and realized what she should do in her "situation". She thought it was what's going to be the best for her.

The clock read 1:25 P.M. Hermione decided to wait a little while before telling her parents about what her decision was. To pass time, she put the three songs she had just sung on repeat, and then drifted off to sleep.