Confusion

"Are you really Holly Potter" a student came up to her. She looked like a second year. She had her friends behind her, eyes wide.

"Yes," Lizzie replied slowly. "But I'd prefer Lizzie Potter."

"So, were you, like, kidnapped? What did the Malfoys do to you?" the girl pressed on.

"For you information," Lizzie raised her head higher. "They took me in after the incident and treated me as their own!"

"Wow, a Malfoy raising a Potter!" the girl whispered in awe.

Lizzie walked through the corridors feeling quite anxious for some unknown reason. She kept walking. She then remembered that she had never gone to Snape's office to talk to him. After all, he was her uncle and he would know whether or not she was doing the right thing. She decided that she might go there later.

When she had opened that Owlery door she found none other than Draco Malfoy, the last persons she wanted to see just right now. She just walked past him, ignoring him completely, towards her owl. She had her back facing him the whole time while she was attaching the letters to an owl it they took off.

"Rictusempra!" came a shout from behind her.

She was suddenly on the floor laughing like a maniac. She looked at Draco's face but it wasn't the same innocent smile that would be on his face when he did this before. It was more of a sneer and Lizzie could guess that he didn't exactly want to use a harmful spell on her.

"D-Draco! S-stop!" she cried. "Langlock!"

Draco's tongue was suddenly stuck on the top of his mouth. She quickly undid the spell on her and got to her feet. She quickly undid her spell on Draco and said, "It's time you get some of your own medicine. Rictusempra!"

Now Draco was the one who was rolling around on the floor laughing. This reminded her off her childhood, with her and Draco laughing freely with no bitterness. So much had changed!

"P-P-Potter!" Draco shouted.

"Oh, am I Potter now?" Lizzie challenged.

"Y-Yes, y-you P-P-Potter! L-Let me g-go!"

"No! Call me Lizzie Potter and I will."

"Y-you wish you can st-still be c-called L-Lizzie. T-That's o-only f-for my si-sister!"

"Draco! Please say it. OR I WON'T LET YOU GO!"

"O-Okay! L-Lizzie P-Potter!" Draco shouted between laughs.

"Good boy!"Lizzie said in a baby voice and let him go.

Draco quickly got to his feet while smiling. Suddenly he remembered what he was doing. His eyes widened in horror as he remembered the past days so he walked out with a sneer.

Lizzie sighed and muttered, "At least I tried."

She gave Draco a head start and then slowly made her way to the dungeons where Snape's office was. As she passed the stone corridors she was stopped by Marcus Flint.

"Huh, a Potter. Who would have thought?" Marcus said bitterly but sadly.

"I'm sorry. Actually, why the hell am I sorry? It's not in my hand, Flint. I didn't choose for all this to happen," she replied, placing a hand on his shoulder.

He shook it off and replied harshly, "But it still did."

"Well then, fine! If you want to be an unreasonable jerk like Draco, go ahead and blame me all for this. But Marcus, I'm still the Lizzie you know, right. It's not like I've been brainwashed. You will always be my little Slytherin buddy!"

"Little?" Marcus scoffed. "I'm older than you, Missy! Wait, what am I doing? You little traitor! You aren't the same Lizzie Malfoy! You lied to us all this time when you're actually a Potter and a stupid Gryffindor."

"You Obnoxious jerk! You think I knew I was a Potter?! I've been living ten years of lies! This is harder for me!" Lizzie shouted at him, stomping off to her destination.

Instead of sulking and getting angry like she usually did, she just acted normally and said hi to the Slytherins that walked past. All she got were sneers. That was sad. Once she had reached Snape's office she knocked.

"Come in," came the reply. She stepped in to the office of an unsurprised Severs Snape.

"Why am I not surprised, Holly Potter?" Snape said coolly to her.

"Lizzie. Lizzie Potter," she corrected automatically.

"I see, you have chosen to be a Malfoy and a Potter. How interesting," he told her.

"Why didn't you ever tell me?" she demanded.

"Because I was not allowed. It was an order from your parents," he replied.

"But why?!" she asked desperately.

"Because they did not want you to remember that you are a Potter. Don't you see? They wanted you to be one of theirs, not a Potter. They knew you were a Potter. But one way they could keep a Potter is to turn her into a Malfoy."

"But why did they want to keep me? To turn me to the Dark Lord?" she challenged.

"No!"

"Then why?" she pressed.

"I am not the one to tell you. Your parents should be the one to tell you, not me."

"Please. Uncle?" she begged.

"It is too difficult to explain and it is not my business. It is your mothers and father," he made it final.

"Who's older?" she asked suddenly.

"What?" he asked with a confused face.

"Who's older, me or Harry?"

"Harry Potter is. By five seconds," he replied.

"Damn, he was right. And why can I read his thoughts?" she asked.

Snape, relieved that Lizzie had changed the subject said, "We do not know exactly why. But Dumbledore, like always, has theories. He thinks that this might happen when twins are separated. They start to feel what their twin feel and the thoughts, too at times. But, he thinks that when the twins finally meet, it becomes a lot stronger but then weaker until it stops."

"Oh," was all Lizzie could say, she then smiled evilly and thought. "Harry, you are an idiot."

She grinned even wider when she heard Harry's clear voice inside her head, "Hey! I'll get you back when you come back!"

She then remembered Snape in front of her, who looked like he was scared for her sanity. She just smiled wider in response. Snape sighed once he remembered that, knowing Lizzie, she just tried it out. He then said one word that made her smile go tight-lipped, "Draco."

"What about him?" she asked, trying to play dumb.

"You know very well exactly what about him," Snape replied, raising his eyebrow.

Lizzie sighed, "I don't know! I thought you would have a solution! That is why I came in the first place!"

"Ouch. And here I thought you came by to say hello because I am the best godfather, of course," Snape replied.

Lizzie just rolled her eyes, grinning, "I'll remember to do that from time to time in the future."

"But where will your future be?" Snape questioned her. "With Lizzie and your family at your side, or against you?"

"I don't know!" Lizzie said in frustration. "Do you think Draco is just having a fit or something. Maybe he'll come around soon."

"Maybe, but how would it look like for everyone? Word is out. Everyone knows you are actually Holly Potter. You're a Potter and a Gryffindor. When you were a Malfoy 'misplaced' in Gryffindor, that was different. It was easy for people to think it was simply just a mistake. But this is your whole identity that is different. Draco cannot simply go against for what he believed about Gryffindors and act as your brother again. Every one would treat him as the traitor. Would you really want Draco to go through what you went through?"

"I guess not. Wow, I never really thought about it that way. I just thought that he was being the idiotic git he is," Lizzie said, making Snape almost smile. Almost.

"So I think you should give Draco some time. It is not easy for him."

"Okay, thanks. I really needed that talk. Now you're the best godfather!" Lizzie grinned at him, hugging the surprised Snape.

"What do you want?" Snape asked.

"What? Can't I hug my godfather without wanting something?" Lizzie asked innocently.

"Knowing it's you, no," Snape replied.

"Talk some sense into Draco, please?" Lizzie pleaded him.

"I'll try, but you know Draco. He's stubborn."

"Thanks. You are the best!"

"Okay, there is more, right?" Snape guessed.

"And make mom tell me everything," Lizzie told him sheepishly.

"I'll do my best. Now you should go prepare for tomorrow's lessons. Did you do that essay I set about Bezors?"

"Aaaahhh! Nooooo! I forgot!" Lizzie shouted, running towards her dormitory at full speed.

But, she was stopped by two figures blocking the staircase.

"Not now!" Lizzie cried hopelessly.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Fred and George demanded, both crossing their arms over their chests.

"Tell you what?" she tried to act dumb, but like before, she failed miserably.

"Don't play dumb with us! We've lived with Ron," Fred told her.

"Hey!" Ron cried indignantly from the other side of the common room.

"How could you keep something like that?" George demanded.

"Look, I didn't know either. I just found out. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have an essay to do before I get in trouble with my own godfather! And he doesn't even relax the rules for me! Out all people!" Lizzie tried to squeeze her way between the two Weasley twins but had little success as she had with playing dumb.

"What do you mean you didn't know?" they both demanded.

"It means I didn't know. Isn't that obvious enough?! As in I've lived ten years thinking I was a Malfoy."

"Wow, that must be hard," George said.

"You think so? Now can I j-" Lizzie said desperately.

"No, wait. Can you just answer us one thing. Why did we just see Draco Malfoy, your 'brother' crying?" said Fred, chocking back a laugh.

"W-what?! Draco was crying?!" Lizzie almost shouted. "The only time I've seen him cry was when he lost his teddy bear two years ago."

"Oh, that is hilarious! But this time it was actually sad seeing him cry, not sneering for once. We almost pitied him, almost," George told her.

"Can I go now?" Lizzie asked impatiently.

"Fine, but don't be surprised if we bombard you later," they said as they winked and walked away.

Lizzie stumbled up the stairs, not really seeing anything. Her head was spinning. It felt like it was going to explode. Nothing made sense. Draco sneering at her, Draco laughing with her, Draco crying, Draco shouting at her. She had half a mind to run out of her dormitory and go after Draco, to comfort him, just as he comforted her whenever she was sad. But things were different now.

"I'll always be there for you, no matter what," Draco promised Lizzie as she cried on his shoulder.

"I know you will be," Lizzie whispered, still thinking about the fight she had with Pansy Parkinson.

"Don't worry about Parkinson. She's always been an ugly insufferable git," Draco reassured her from the harsh words that Pansy had said about her.

"Wow, you know big words, Drakie! Insufferable, well done! Do you want an award?" Lizzie teased, regaining her normal self. Draco glared at her but laughed nonetheless and hugged her.

Now where was Draco? He was the one against her now. Him and Pansy and all the other Slytherins. Maybe Draco and Pansy could be head couple of the No-Lizzie club. Lizzie shook her head from these thoughts and started on her long tiring essay that awaited for her

I think I finally know what to do with all the Lizzie/Draco thing. But I shall not ruin it for you just yet! You shall find out! Hehehe...