The next morning, Draco met her in their common room. He greeted her with another kiss on the cheek and took her hand as they walked to the Great Hall.

They walked into the Great Hall and Breena could swear the entire room was watching them as he escorted her to a seat next to him. She looked up, and met the eyes of her sister, who was sitting at the Gryfindor table. Her sister raised an eyebrow that was plainly full of questions. Breena smiled at her, having already sent her an owl explaining it all.

Next to Sorcha, Hermione, Ron, and Harry wondered about Draco's new girlfriend.

"Who is she?" Hermione asked bitterly. "I've never seen her before in my entire life."

"I have no idea," Ron said, dazzled by her appearance. Hermione kicked him under the table. "Well, I don't!" He exclaimed, exasperated.

"Then where did she come from?" Harry asked. Sorcha heaved a sigh.

"She's my sister," Sorcha said. The trio turned to her in surprise.

"You don't look anything like her," Ron said in shock. Hermione kicked him again.

"It's a spell, isn't it?" She asked Sorcha. Sorcha nodded.

"Dumbledore agreed to let us bewitch ourselves un-identical. Even he couldn't understand why identical twins would be sorted apart. Especially not into houses with such a strong rivalry. He thought it was for the best," Sorcha explained. "Really, I look exactly like her." She said, twisting a strand of her dark brown hair around her fingers. It was slightly thicker than her sisters. She'd also darkened her complexion a bit.

"I see it now," Harry agreed. "It's the eyes." He said, looking back and forth between the two girls. Ron stared at Sorcha's eyes and then looked over at Breena.

"Maybe you should work on your bewitching spell," he told her, looking back at the two of them again. Hermione kicked him for the third time. "Stop that, you know it's the truth, her sister's loads prettier than she is."

"He's right," Sorcha said softly. She stood up just then. "Excuse me," she said, barely above a whisper. She all but ran from the Great Hall. Hermione gave Ron a good hard kick one last time.

"What?" Ron asked, "It was true."

"Ron, you can't say that to girls," Hermione scolded. "She's probably gone to cry."

"Hermione's right," Harry agreed. "You should apologize."

"I just figured that if it weren't really her it didn't matter. They're identical underneath!" Ron defended. He shrugged. "I'll send an owl after potions."

"Well, I'm going to make sure she's alright," Hermione said defiantly. And with that she left.

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Hermione approached the girl's bathroom where Moaning Myrtle lived. She could hear two sets of tears as she drew nearer. She slipped in quietly.

"Sorcha?" She called softly, "It's Hermione, are you alright?" Hermione heard someone blow their nose and then a stall opened. It was Pansy Parkinson. "Pansy? What's the matter?" Hermione asked, concerned.

"Like you'd understand, you've never had a boyfriend before," Pansy snapped.

"You look like you need someone to talk to," Hermione offered. Pansy's eyes filled up again.

"It's Draco," she sobbed. "He took up with that stupid pratty Breena, who's just too perfect for her own good, and now he's completely taken with her.look!" Pansy fumbled in her robes and pulled out a letter Draco had written her. She handed it to Hermione.

iOh, Panse, you have no idea. I don't even know what's come over me, but when I'm with her everything just feels so right. She's incredible. I can't stop thinking about her, not even when I sleep - I dream about her. She's the most amazing thing that's ever happened to me. I feel like a completely new person. /i

"Oh, Pansy, that's terrible!" Hermione agreed. Pansy's sobs grew louder. "The nerve of him, writing that to you!" Hermione gushed. Pansy nodded.

"He's taking her to the Yule ball and everything! I don't know what I'm going to do, and I just had the most awful summer, this is not what I wanted on my first week back at school," Pansy went on. "Can you keep a secret, Hermione?"

"Of course," Hermione promised, expecting something trivial.

"My parents, god, this is so awful, I just found this out this summer. You know, you wouldn't think that, oh, the sorting hat even, I mean, and Lucius Malfoy doesn't, I mean, My whole life I never knew I never had a clue, I always thought, and this could ruin my entire life," Pansy stopped there, tears streaming down her face.

"What is it Pansy?" Hermione asked, pushing the girl to go on. Pansy looked up at Hermione, sobbing.

"I'm a mudblood," Pansy said.