A/N: Thanks to Eternal Pork and Scream Queen for reviewing the second chapter! That really meant a lot to me, and I'm really sorry for not updating on Thursday. We had a virus. Lucky me. Here's Draco's reaction! Hope you like it.
Draco's POV
Life is a bore for me. It's a bore to anyone, but it's definitely a bore to me. There's no one at home now except for me, my mum, and our new house elf Surley. Normally the manor would be swarming with Death Eaters because of my father but he, like so many others, got landed in Azkaban because of Potter. Potter and his stupid friends.
They think they're so cool. Just because they think they can go up against powerful wizards, and then narrowly escape defeat and death that they are immortal or something. Well, I'll show them. Just wait.
But I can't stand home. My mother spends her time either crying in her room over Father, or starts celebrating the death of her cousin Sirius Black.
Just once it would be nice to have someone here to talk to. Someone besides the servants and Surley.
"Draco!" my mother yelled up to me.
"What?" I yelled back. Couldn't she just leave me alone?
"Your OWL results are in! Come take a look!" she cried and I wanted to telepathically strangle her, but I fought the urge and went downstairs.
I snatched the letter from her and sat down on the black couch. She had already taken the liberty to open the letter for me. It contained the usual Hogwarts letter and book list. There were two more as well. The first was the one telling him how many OWL's he had received.
Transfiguration: A
Charms: E
Care of Magical Creatures: A
Potions: O
Defense Against the Dark Arts: E
Herbology: E
History of Magic: P
Astronomy: A
Well, that wasn't exactly shocking. I mean, no one really pays attention in History of Magic. It's not a class I'll be needing this year. The other letter was just a notice from Dumbledore explaining that with the War going on the Prefects and Head Boy/Girl would be given extra duties to tend to, making sure that everyone followed the rules and all that nonsense.
"How did you do?" Mum wondered, but it was in her demanding voice. She was always fearful that I would somehow fail everything and become a failure and disappointment. Like I somehow couldn't live up to the family name.
"Look for yourself," I muttered and thrust the letter in her hands.
"Oh this is good. At least your father won't have to hear about your grades slipping. The Dark Lord needs all the brains he can get. And you are definitely one of the smartest he will soon have," my mother huffed to herself.
"Whatever Mother," I muttered coldly. She didn't hear me. She never heard me. No matter what my mother, father, or even the Dark Lord thought, I would never become a Death Eater. If there was one thing I promised myself long ago, it was to never become my father. They would understand in time. Even with all the power a wizard could have, the Dementors, giants, and everything else imaginable, they were doomed to repeat the past. It was remarkable how susceptible they were to arrogance. A few triumphs over the good and automatically you were immortal.
"Oh and Draco, Pansy wants you to go with her tonight somewhere. She said it was urgent." Mum said to me as I climbed the stairs.
"Excellent. I can't wait," I said sarcastically, although I knew Mother couldn't detect the sarcasm.
Everything was urgent to the Parkinson family. Pansy probably just wanted me to come over so we could have sex or something.
It's funny how, for my whole life, I had wished to the Gods to get rid of my father so I could have some peace. And now that he's gone I'm bored out of my mind.
"Does Mr. Malfoy need Surley to get him something?" the house elf squeaked at me.
I jumped, noticing that the skinny brown elf was in the doorway of one of our many quest rooms changing the sheets. He must've noticed me standing there thinking or else he wouldn't have asked.
"No." I told him and hurried to my room. I flopped down on my bed, ignoring the annoyed hoot of my owl. Sometimes, I just wanted to fly away.
I must've fallen asleep because the next thing I knew my mother was standing over me, looking as furious as ever.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" she roared in my face.
"What are you talking about?" I asked as I wiped her spit off of my nose.
She grabbed my hair and yanked me back up. "You know perfectly well what I'm talking about! Standing Pansy up like that! I told you she wanted you over at her place! And what do you do? You DON'T GO! You just wait until your father hears about this!" she exclaimed and threw me back on my bed.
She glared at me one last time then left my room, and I heard the click of the lock and her mutter a spell that would keep me locked in my room until she decided to let me out.
I sighed. If it wasn't Father letting his feelings out onto me, it was Mother. But that wasn't the only shock of the day. One more was still coming my way as I saw none other than Dumbledore at the foot of my bed. For some reason, he was smiling at me.
"Hello Draco. You and I have some things we need to discuss," he said calmly to me. As if nothing was wrong.
"Really? Well I'm not interested," I retorted.
"You will be. We must come," he said, his voice cheerfully demanding.
I sighed yet again, and gave in. I figured it was either going with Dumbledore and having his little chat, or stay in the manor with my mother.
He took out a brush and told me to touch it. I did, and we were transported in Dumbledore's office. Dumbledore put the brush down on his desk beside a second.
"Have a seat Draco," he smiled, offering the spare seat.
And that was when I noticed the person sitting in the other chair. It was the last person I ever expected to see. It was Hermione Granger.
"What are you doing here, Granger?" I asked, spitting out the name.
"Now, now Draco. We have much to talk about, and not enough time. Sit down." Dumbledore said, losing his cheerfulness, and becoming serious.
So I sat down beside Granger whose eyes, I noticed, were red and puffy from crying. I didn't have time to dwell on the matter because Dumbledore began.
"Draco, I know that you are confused as to why you are here. And Hermione, I know you're going through a difficult time, and what I'm about to say isn't going to make either of you feel any better," he said, looking both of us square in the eye.
"Sixteen years ago, a pair of twins were born. A boy and a girl. Their parents were only expecting one of them, the boy. But it turned out the mother was carrying twins. They only kept the boy because the boy was the one they had planned for. So the parents entrusted their daughter to me. I placed her with a Muggle family, a family in which I knew would keep her well protected, and would provide her with all the love she could ever possibly need," he explained, giving us encouraging smiles.
"But what does any of this have to do with us?" I asked impatiently.
Dumbledore smiled, only this time it was one filled with amusement. "Because, Draco, those twins that I mentioned are you two."
A/N: I know it isn't much of a cliffhanger since we already knew they were twins, but I couldn't help myself!
Next chapter: Both Draco and Hermione's reactions to finding out they are twins! Please review and tell me what you think! I would REALLY appreciate it!
