Author's Note: Everything will be written in 3rd person, so there will be no- Harry's POV, Draco's POV, and Etc... I know my idea is as far away from original as you could imagine, but when I looked for a good twin story (with Harry and Draco as twins) I couldn't find a completed one.

Why Didn't You Say? (Chapter 1)

It was September 1st, 1992, a family of blondes walked alongside a bright red train, their noses turned up in disdain at the oddly dressed people. Today was crowded with men, women, children, and assortments of owls, cats, rats, and even toads. The group of 4 slowly moved through the throng of bodies, they didn't stop until they reached a large family of red heads loading their trunks into the storage compartment of the train. "Malfoy," said the red headed man, his eyes watching the other mans cautiously. "Weasley," the other man replied equally so, he had gray eyes, pale skin, and long blond hair that flowed from under his hat. His wife also had blond hair but she had piercing blue eyes which studied the Weasley family's hand-me downs before betraying obvious disgust and distaste. They had 2 sons, one had gray eyes with hair such a bright blonde that it almost looked white, it was slicked back and almost came to his shoulder. The other son, clearly the younger of the 2, had the same high cheekbones, pale skin, and light blond hair as the rest of his family. Except that he had icy blue eyes that almost looked silver. Also, his hair wasn't slicked back but some parts were braided and they were tucked behind his rather pointed ears (he used to be teased by his brother when he was younger, saying he was half house elf). His hair reach past his shoulders but stopped a few inches after that, not nearly as long as his father's. The father wore a black cloak that was clearly very expensive, his wife wore an intricate dark green cloak. Their first son, Draco, wore his school uniform, a black and green cloak with the symbol of Salazar Slytherin's snake on the front. Finally, their younger son wore a black suit and tie.

They traded pleasantries which were hardly pleasant, shared farewells as they finished packing, and said goodbye to their children. They stood on the train before a brown-haired girl who introduced herself as Pansy Parkinson grabbed Draco and pulled him away. Lost on the train, Quin came across the only room that wasn't completely full, it only 4 students in it. A blonde girl with large pink glasses, a boy with freckles and brown hair who was holding a toad, a girl who could only be called a Weasley (odd, Quin hadn't seen her earlier), and finally, someone Draco had complained to him a lot about. "Who are you?" The buck-toothed Hermione Granger asked, a mudblood Draco had said, an annoying know-it-all who always had to say and have the right answer. "My name is Quinton," he began, his pure-blood mask in place but before he could continue, the mudblood interceded. "Hermione Granger," she introduced herself before moving on to the Weasley whose name was Ginny, the blonde who was Luna Lovegood, and the nervous boy with the toad who was Neville Longbottom. Longbottom, Quin thought, the son of the aurors who Bellatrix Lestrange drove mad, I will have to ask Draco about him, he concluded. "A pleasure," he said, putting a cold smile on his face, Ginny noticed it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Are you a first-year? I haven't seen you before..." Hermione questioned, 'how very annoying' Quin thought to himself, "I am a first year, what year are you in?" Better to pretend he didn't know of her, it was better to have her answering questions than him, where are you Draco? "2nd, same with Neville, but Ginny and Luna are 1st years like you." She answered, clearly taking in his features. How Quin wished he could leave, but he was a pure-blood and he had to be polite unless they were rude to him. "You can sit down," Ginny said carefully, "looks like Ron and Harry aren't here, maybe they're in another apartment..." she said the last part to herself, except that it was spoken rather loudly. Quin sat down next to Ginny and was next to the window, he faced Hermione directly and Luna Lovegood diagonally. Staring at Quin up close, Ginny realized how familiar he looked, but where had she seen him before?

Blood-traitors, that's what Draco had said about the Weasley's, but what could he do? Deny an invitation to sit down when he didn't know where the Slytherins were? After half an hour of socializing, they were friends, Quin was elated to finally have friends who were his own age. His parents had only allowed him to be friends with important pure-bloods. Draco was even betrothed to Astoria Greengrass, it's not like Quin had it better anyways, allowed to choose whoever but they still had to be pure-blood, very rich, and respectable. They had just finished cackling at a joke about Severus Snape (Quin had met Snape many times since he was also his godfather, but he found it funny how Gryfindors found Snape so cold and mean) when the door slid opened and a furious Draco walked in with Goyle and Crabbe on his right and left. "Quin, what are you doing?" He asked, barely controlling his voice, "I'm socializing," Quin replied, his voice even and smooth. Draco's cronies grinned at the blood-traitor and mudblood, obviously expecting a fight to break out. "Come on Quin, I'll show you where we're sitting," at this, Ginny stood up and remarked coldly, "actually, Quin is sitting here, with us." Holding Draco's gaze for a few seconds before sending a questioning look to Quin, the 'why is Draco here?' question obvious on her face. Standing up, Quin walked over to Draco and walked past him, Draco followed closely behind before cutting in front of him to lead the way.

Ginny had tried to talk to Quin alone but he was always with Draco. "Stop trying to get him alone," Hermione hissed, after Ginny's 5th failed attempt to make eye contact with him. She was about to ask why when Hermione whispered, "compare Draco and Quin, who does he look like?" Looking back and forth she stared on in shock, "they look so similar, but Quin isn't like Malfoy, he's nice..." but she couldn't deny what was right in front of her eyes. Then the students were separated into their years, Hermione said goodbye to Ginny and she was left with her thoughts about her handsome new friend Quinton. She hoped they were in the same house, she needed to talk to him.

Quin knew that Ginny was looking at him again, she had kept trying to talk to him but he had stuck with Draco and when Draco left, the other future Slytherins. Of course the youngest Malfoy would be in Slytherin, there was no question about it. When they led them into the Great Hall and called his name, he knew where he was going to be before they even put that old hat upon his head. A little over half an hour later and he still couldn't stop reflecting upon what the Sorting Hat had said. As he shifted in his seat next to Draco. Draco was still looking around proudly, the entire Malfoy family could still boast about being only Slytherins.

Flashback

"Malfoy, Quinton." The Head of House for Gryfindor announced, he relaxed himself and tried to walk confidently towards the stool. He felt the hat touch his head, he remembered when Draco had written home saying that the hat had barely touched him before it had shouted Slytherin. Why couldn't that have happened to him? He wondered, as the students and faculty sat in silence while a discussion occurred in Quinton's mind. "Facinating," the hat spoke in his mind, "you have cunning, the payback you've dealt to people who have been disrespectful to your family, very Slytherin. But that's loyalty to them as well, and bravery... Not to mention a fervent dedication to your... private studying," at that moment, Quin knew what the hat was talking about. That year 5 years ago, when he had spent hours each night in their father's library, practicing legilimency. All because his father had heard him think something about muggles being similar to wizards, he had punished him for it. "Not Gryfindor," he thought, how his father would react if he knew his son would be in Gryfindor, he had heard cases where parents had disowned their children. "Might as well put you with your brother then, make your family happy, make you happy..." the hat almost seemed to laugh at that before shouting, "Slytherin!" As he walked over, Slytherins clapped him on the back or offered him congratulations.

A few names later they called "Weasley, Ginny," she was pretty quickly determined as a Gryfindor, he avoided looking at her even more after that. He could feel her eyes boring into his back, he half wanted to squirm or look straight back at her.

It was halfway through the feast when 2 boys were brought into the hall behind Severus. The Slytherins grinned at the sight and some outright laughed, the Gryfindors shifted around uncomfortably. "Potter and Weasley," Draco explained, but Quin needed no explanation, for a few moments. He forgot his own problems as he sneered at the embarrassed Gryfindors. He could easily identify Potter by the black hair, green eyes behind large glasses, and lightning bolt scar. Quin watched him, the Boy Who Lived, it would be interesting to have class with him. The one who defeated the Dark Lord as a mere baby. Potter was talking with someone, Ginny Weasley, for a moment Quin found himself looking in her eyes, before he turned back to his food.

"Quin! Quin!" The voice proceeded to snap in front of Quinton's face, he blinked a few times before scowling at his older brother. "What?" Draco looked at him slyly, "why did the hat take so long?" Without even a pause, he answered, "it's old, also it was talking about how I could be in Ravenclaw if I wanted." His brother nodded, "that's what you get for reading so much, well, at least your here now." They were both thinking about how their parents would react to Quin being in Gryfindor or Hufflepuff, 'not well' would be putting it mildly.

The feast ended without any other uncomfortable topics being discussed and Quin sighed in relief when Dumbledore dismissed everyone. Draco proceeded to lead Quin to the dungeons and their common room which was located under the lake. A huge eye the size of 4 quaffles appeared in the window, the Slytherins cheered while the first years looked on confused and some scared at the sight of the giant eye. "What is that?" Quin asked, "the Giant Squid, it appears sometimes..." Draco said in a bored voice.

An hour later Draco and Quin relaxed in their room, Slytherins were the only students with private rooms instead of dorms. Quin listened to the faint sound of rushing water as he fell asleep.

Ginny Weasley had trouble falling asleep, she kept thinking back to what had happened in the Great Hall. Quinton Malfoy, he was a Malfoy too. Even when Hermione had explained it she didn't want to believe, he had been so nice and... normal. He was a Slytherin though, all Slytherin's became dark, and a Malfoy, he was probably already a Death Eater. She couldn't stop thinking about when Harry and Ron had walked in late and she had pointed Quin out to Harry when he had looked at her. Then he ruined it, he had looked away. Still, those silver eyes, they reminded her of moonlight, soft but bright. They had double potions tomorrow with Slytherin, while she didn't want to be in Professor Snape's class, it would give her the time to talk to him.

She fell asleep soon after that reassuring thought. Moonlight lit Hogwarts and its grounds before a shadow crossed over the moon. Across the grounds from where Ginny Weasley slept was a half-giant named Rubeus Hagrid.

Quinton Malfoy woke up with a start at the sound of a Rooster crowing. Absentmindedly he touched the black diary his father had given him when the family hadn't gone to Diagon Alley for his sake (he hadn't been feeling well that day). Then he shoved it back under the mattress of his bed before attempting to fall asleep again. His father's last words still echoing in his mind.

'Give it to the Weasley girl as soon as you can, and don't write in it'