Why, hello good friends of mine! Here is chapter six! I hope you all enjoyed that lovely little preview...heh heh heh...

This chapter is probably going to be pretty short. I cannot say for sure yet. I have to admit though; I love making Voldemort into a pedophile! Its fun! So what if he's rather fond of fair-skinned blonds named Draco? :P

Just a thank you to the people who reviewed the last chapter:

Dragonnet - I haven't seen or read many stories about twins, at least concerning Draco. Huh. Maybe I'm blind?? --; Glad my preview got to you! Heh heh heh

Alyanah - I'm so glad I have a new reader! Your review made me break out into smiles. I cannot say for sure yet if Draco will be raped or not. You'll just have to find out...I'll admit though, it is a tough, and disturbing subject to write about. I'll need to think about that.

Ruperts-a-honey - I'm trying to add Evie as much as possible. The first few chapters she won't appear often, but later on she has a larger role, and will appear more often in the chapters.

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Okay, now that I've said all my boring thank you's and the like, I'll let you go

Double Imperfections

Chapter 6: Malfoy Pride

That night Draco had a strange dream. A dream of a memory that happened many, many years ago, when he and Evie were still together. Or perhaps it wasn't a memory at all, but a vision?

Dream

Draco sat on a treetop, the same one he always used to sit on, before Evie left. He was nine years old again. For a while he just sat there, staring at the setting sun. He couldn't remember seeing a more beautiful sunset. The way the colors seemed to meld together in perfect harmony. Pinks, reds, oranges, yellows, greens and blues.

As he watched, he felt a not so familiar choking sensation creep up in the back of his throat. He swallowed, but the choking stayed. The corners of his eyes prickled with wet tears. He blinked, but continued to watch the sunset.

"Its beautiful, isn't it?" asked a voice next to him.

Draco jumped, and looked over, his eyes wide. There she was, sitting next to him. She was thin and pale, with the body of a dancer. Long hair that shined like gold, Her eyes blue with gray specks, exotically shaped like almonds. Her cheeks still had some of that baby fat, her nose still slightly pointed. "Evie?" he croaked, disbelief in his voice.

She smiled softly at him, and nodded. "Yeah, its me. The sunset's beautiful, isn't it? All the pretty colors." Draco nodded dumbly, turning to look back at the sunset.

"I thought I would never see you again." he said after a moment of silence. "I thought you might be..." he gulped, trailing off. He couldn't stand saying the word.

"I'm not dead, if that's what you were thinking. I'm still in France, alive, but lonely." She bit her lower lip, eyes still fixated on the sunset, "Something bad is going to happen."

Draco raised an eyebrow, looking at her "When?"

She sighed, closing her eyes, "Soon, possibly. I want you to be careful. I don't know what, or when, but I know you're involved. I don't think I could stand you getting hurt." she reached over, and entwined her hand with Draco's. "You're my only family."

He blinked, and suddenly they were fifteen. They both looked surprised for a moment, looking at each other. Draco's face was more defined, his cheeks higher, his face chiseled. Evelyn's was the same, high cheekbones, but unlike Draco, her face was gentler looking. Their eyes were the same, the same blue eyes with gray specks scattered. Draco's hair was longer, and parted down the middle, reaching his nose. Evie's hair was halfway down her back.

For a moment, Draco couldn't speak. Finally, he sighed, and looked back at the setting sun, "This dream is getting too weird for words. Who are you now?"

"Its still me. I'm the same old Evie you've always known, cept," Evie shrugged, "I've grown up. I don't really think this is a dream. It's more of a...a way of communication. They say twins have powers others don't have." She smiled softly, looking at Draco with an air of fondness, "We always were weird, and now this proves it."

Draco let out a short bark of laughter, and waggled his finger at Evie, "Too true, my sister." He stopped, and licked his lips, "Do you think we'll be able to do this again; you know, meet in our dreams?"

"I don't really know. I hope so. You know, something tells me this dream is going to end soon, so I'd better tell you what I have to say now. Don't be afraid to ask for help. Everybody needs help once in a while; you cannot balance the weight of the world on your shoulders entirely. Its okay to need help."

Draco frowned a bit, "And who says I need any help? I'm doing fine on my own."

Evie snorted, "Of course, you keep telling yourself that." she closed her eyes and inhaled, "Ah, you know what I could use right now, a cup of hot cocoa. Remember when we would wake up in the middle of the night in our rooms, and meet each other in the kitchens without realizing the other's plans?"

Draco grinned, remembering those nights. "I hope I never wake up from this."

Evie laughed, "Me too, Dragon, me too."

And then suddenly Draco woke up. It was the feeling of suddenly falling, and jerking awake. For a moment he didn't know where he was. He sat up, blinked, looking around his room.

Realizing he had awakened, he groaned, falling against his bed with his hands over his face. That was too weird for words.

Throwing back the covers, he shuffles of his bed, mumbling, "I need some hot cocoa."

Sneaking down through the long, cold passageways, he reaches the empty kitchen. For a moment, he looks around for Evie, till he realizes she isn't there. He growls, and heats up some milk. Searching through the cabinets as quietly as possible, he looks for some cocoa mix.

Miles and miles away in France, Evelyn Malfoy woke up. She jerked up in her bed, and looked around. Where was she again? She groaned, and fell back against her bed realizing she was still in France. That dream had been way too weird. She had no clue her powers allowed her to do something like that.

Throwing back her quilts and blankets, she shuffled her way out of bed, wrapped her robes around her thin frame, and muttered," I need some hot cocoa."

She didn't want to wake up any of her relatives, so she quietly walked down the dark hallway, down the stairs, and into the kitchen. Her aunt had long since discovered her obsession with hot cocoa

Looking around her kitchen, she realized that Draco wasn't there, and groaned. "Dummy." she muttered, heating up some milk. Opening the cabinet, she looks for the cocoa mix.

Finding it, she mixed the powder and milk together. Taking a sip, she savored the delicious chocolaty flavor. Smiling she mused, 'I wonder if Draco is doing the same thing as me right now?'

Thinking of Draco made her remember her dream she had a few nights ago, with the snake. Seeing Draco as a fifteen year old confirmed her suspicions that the boy in her dream was indeed Draco. No doubt the snake represented Lord Voldemort, or some other Slytherin.

'Stop it." she scolded herself, 'Don't think about things like that.' She took another sip, and looked out the kitchen window. The moon was out, glowing brightly, half full. She propped her chin unto her wrists, and said quietly, "What are you doing now Dragon?"

Draco quickly took off the boiling milk from the stove, waving at it with his hand to cool it off. Surprisingly enough, Draco's mother had taught him how to make hot cocoa the muggle way. She made sure they kept this little talent a secret from Lucius though. Narcissa had said something about it tasting better when made by hand...something like that. Draco couldn't remember too well.

While he mixed the powder and milk, he mused to himself, 'I wonder if Evie is doing the same thing I am right now?' He took a sip, and burned his tongue. "Gah!" he cried, trying to soothe his tongue, "Ith too hawt!"

Draco sighed, and tried to ignore his burning tongue. He let his thoughts wander back to the dream he had. The thought of it made him strangely giddy. He finally saw his sister after six years. He felt so relieved that she was okay, even if she said she was a little lonely.

Looking up at the ceiling, he said softly, "what are you doing now Rose?"

His question was interrupted by a huge yawn. Realizing the time, he downed his cocoa, and shuffled back up to his room. He had to send an owl to grimace Wormtail about a private meeting with Voldemort. He had to find out as much information as possible, while still being as discreet as possible.

Entering his room, he fell onto his bed, snuggled into the pillows, and prayed for more dreams with Evie.

Evie found that she was yawning more and more, so she decided it was time to get to bed. She quietly shuffled upstairs, through the hallway and into her room.

Tip-toeing into her room, she jumped onto the bed, buried herself into her blankets, snuggled her pillows, and hoped for dreams with Draco.

The next morning Draco woke up disappointed. He had a dreamless night after he had his hot cocoa. Getting up, he swiftly got dressed in simple black pants, a black shirt and simple green robes. He was about to leave his room when a knock from the other side startled him.

Opening the door, he kept his face calm, but his eyes blazed with disgust. In front of him was Wormtail. Draco had never liked the man, thought he was a right coward, and really gross to look at. He honestly didn't know why Modlywart didn't just kill him since he was just a nuisance.

"What do you want?" Draco asked stiffly.

Wormtail looked at Draco, and said, "The Dark Lord requires an audience with you."

Draco raised an eyebrow, "Awfully big words for such a small pest." He sniggered at Wormtail's offended look. "Right then," he said, brushing past Wormtail, "I suppose I'll be off then."

He stopped, and looked behind him, "Oh," he said, waving his hand, "You can go now." Draco headed to his mother's room. While he walked, he began to feel a bit unnerved. Voldemort wanted to see him, but about what? Hopefully not about becoming a bloody death eater.

Arriving at her door, he knocked, and she opened it. After giving her a 'good morning' hug, he said, "I have to go see Voldemort. Wormtail just sent for me."

Narcissa frowned, and said, "So early? Are you going to go?"

Draco snorted, "Obviously I have no choice. But don't worry about me I'll be fine. I have to go now, though, but I'll see you afterwards; I promise."

Narcissa nodded reluctantly, and kissed Draco goodbye.

Draco walked to the fireplace, and gathering up floo powder, shouted out the secret hideout's name.

Stumbling as he stepped out of the green flames, Draco found Wormtail waiting for him. They walked down the hallways in silence till they reached a room. Draco frowned slightly; he'd never been in this room before. Actually, he never even knew it existed.

Wormtail, his fist quivering slightly, knocked on the doors. They opened, and they both stepped inside. It was a bedroom. There was a fireplace with a yellow and red fire burning inside. In front of the fireplace were two large green plush velvet chairs. There was a large king sized four-poster bed in the middle of the wall to Draco's right. Other than there being a carpet on the floor, there wasn't much.

Wormtail crept forward, and said meekly, "My lord, Mr. Malfoy is here as you requested."

Voldemort got up from the chair, slightly startling Draco. He hadn't seen Voldemort before. Voldemort slowly walked over to them, hissing, "Ah yes, how very excellent. Wormtail leave us now. You are no longer needed."

Wormtail squeaked and dashed out of the room.

Draco bowed slightly to Voldemort. Voldemort motioned to the chairs and said, "Sit."

Once they sat down, Draco turned to Voldemort, "You wished to see me?"

Voldemort nodded, "I know you are most eager to have your father home, am I correct?"

'Not really!' Draco thought, "Why, yes, I am."

Voldemort nodded, "Well, you shall see him quite soon. The break for Azkaban should happen in a few days time. But that is another matter. I believe that there is a spy in my band of minions."

Draco froze. Was he talking about him, or Sev? "A-a spy, you say? Who could it possibly be?"

"I have reason to believe that Severus Snape is the spy."

'Oh dear Merlin.' Draco thought, 'Think, Draco, think!' "Um, well, I don't think that could be possible. I have known Severus for a very long time, and I see no reason for him to be a spy for that mudblood lover Dumbledore."

Voldemort nodded, "I want you to keep an eye on him for me. If he does anything suspicious, report back to me immediately."

"Of course." Draco nodded. He let his eyes wander to the flickering fire. The heat felt good on his cold skin.

Voldemort looked at the young Malfoy. The glow of the fire seemed to give him an ethereal glow, making his skin a golden tint. The flames reflection flickers in his eyes. He felt desire and lust grow in his mind. He wanted the boy. He wanted to claim the beauty, and make it his own.

Draco stood up slowly, "Is that all you wish to speak about, or was there more, my Lord?" Draco skirted around the chair while still facing Voldemort. Draco hoped he could leave; he didn't like the look he was getting.

Voldemort got up from the chair, and stood in front of Draco once again, cupping the sides of his face with his hands, his thumbs caressing his cheeks. "So beautiful." he murmured, his eyes brimming with lust.

"My lord?" Draco asked, uncertainty in his eyes. His subconscious was screaming at the back of his mind to screw it all and run like the wind, but he knew he couldn't do that.

"So beautiful," Voldemort said again, "And all mine." before pressing his lips against Draco's. The sheer force of the kiss, and the suddenness of the kiss made him gasp. Draco felt a slick, wet tongue enter his mouth, tasting him, making him gag. It wasn't a gentle, loving kiss, it was a harsh, cold, biting kiss.

Draco tried to push against Voldemort's chest, but Voldemort grabbed his shoulders, bringing him closer. Draco winced when Voldemort bit his lips, biting and licking until he bit hard enough to bleed.

Draco gathered up all his strength and pushed Voldemort away. Draco stumbled backwards and fell onto his bum. He breathed in and out fast, wiping away the trickle of blood from his bleeding lower lip. Voldemort stumbled back, surprise showing in his eyes.

Stumbling backwards, Draco pushes himself away from Voldemort, wanting to get as far away as possible. He felt sick, like he was going to throw up. Voldemort looked down at Draco, and smirked softly, licking his lips free of the blood from Draco's lip, "Ah, resistance. I like that."

Draco was stunned for a moment before rage and disgust overtook him. He pushed himself up from the ground, wiping his mouth, "H-How dare you! I am not some...some toy that you can fuck around with!"

Voldemort raised an eyebrow, "You know, I would not speak that way to me if I were you." He began to walk towards Draco. Draco gulped, and began to walk backwards unknowingly towards the bed. "You should treat me with more respect!" Voldemort pushed Draco's chest, causing the back of his legs to hit the edge of the bed. Draco fell backwards onto the bed.

Voldemort was upon him in an instant, straddling his abdomen. He grabbed Draco's wrists and held them high above his head.

"Get off me!" Draco cried, struggling to release Voldemort's strong grip. Voldemort laughed, and brought his face up close to Draco's.

"Go ahead and struggle all you want, but I'll get what I want in due time. If not now, then later, when you become a death eater. Then you will officially become mine, and unless you want to die a painful death, you will do as I say. Or, rather you, what about your sweet sister…what was her name? Ah yes, Evelyn. You wouldn't want her to get…hurt would you?"

Draco stopped struggling, "You leave her out of this." He snarled. "She has done nothing."

Voldemort laughed, "But it's not about doing anything, it's about you." Voldemort rubbed his nose along Draco's cheek, inhaling, "Unless you want your sister to become hurt, you will do as I say." He licked Draco's cheek, long and slowly, savoring the salty taste of his sweat.

Draco winced, and whimpered, jerking his cheek away. Voldemort dragged his face to Draco's ear, and whispered, "Think about my offer, young Malfoy." And suddenly, Draco was free.

Draco scampered off the bed, not caring that Voldemort was still watching him. He opened the door, and ran, ran father that he thought possible. He ran down the long corridors, until he tripped and fell. He felt his stomach lurch, and he threw up. He moaned, and clutched his hair and face. "No, no, no, no…" he moaned over and over, "This can't be happening, Merlin, no…"

He scampered up from the ground, and ran to the fireplace. He flooed himself home, and collapsed on the floor. He breathed in and out quickly, his heart racing a hundred miles an hour. He pushed himself up onto his knees, and clutched his heart. Sweat was rolling down the side of his face.

Suddenly, a hand landed on his shoulder. Draco yelled, and whirled around, shuffling back a bit before realizing whom it was.

"Sev? Wh-what are you doing here?" he asked, his face echoing his disbelief.

Severus looked down at Draco, concerned. There was his godson, lying on the ground in front of him, looking dead scared. "Are you alright, Draco? Your mother told me you had a meeting with Voldemort."

Draco winced slightly at the name, and then scolded himself for doing so. He pushed himself up from the ground, telling himself silently, 'I've got to calm down, got to keep control. I cannot let anybody know what happened.' "I'm fine. He wanted to talk to me about my father, and…he suspects you of being a spy. I told him it was an outrageous idea, but he's still suspicious."

Snape's eyes narrowed when he looked at Draco's split lip, "What happened to your lip?"

Draco jerked his hand up to cover his wound, and said, "Nothing, it was an accident."

Snape scowled, "I know an accident when I see one, and that was no accident. Who did that to you? Did Voldemort?"

"No!" Draco said stubbornly. He looked at Snape, and knew he wasn't going to get anywhere by lying, "Okay, well, maybe…oh alright yes. V-Voldemort did this to me."

"What! How?"

Draco shuffled his feet and looked down at the ground, ashamed, "He kissed me."

Snape felt all the blood drain out of his face, "What?" he asked hoarsely, "Did you say he kissed you? That does it; you are not to come to any more of these meetings! You'll stay at the Order's Headquarters."

Draco looked up, "What? No! I refuse to stop just because Voldemort kissed me! You need all the help you can get! Besides, I'm perfectly fine. It was just a kiss, nothing more. I'm NOT going to stop, and there is nothing you can do to make me." 'Besides,' he thought, 'after what he said about Evie, I have to keep on going to meetings. I cannot let her get hurt!'

Snape narrowed his eyes, and scowled deeply, "Although this goes against my much better judgment, FINE. But if he does one more thing to you, I don't care what you say, you and Narcissa are leaving for Headquarters!"

Draco waved his hand nonchalantly, "Fine, fine. Whatever, I'll be fine." Snape turned to leave. Draco gently fingered his lips, "Absolutely fine…"

End of Chapter 6

A/N: Okay, I've got it all figured out! You know how some people say Blaise Zabini is a guy, while others say girl? Well, I looked it up, and it was a guy's name, so obviously Blaise is a guy! Hooray!

Wow...I'm such a tard. That's okay though. I hope you enjoyed this chappie of mine. Six chapters already! I hope you have mucho to say about this! It was hard for me to do both Evie's and Draco's scenes. I wanted to show that they're really, really similar in the way they think and act, you know? Twin stuff I guess, although I wouldn't know, since I don't have a twin sniff

anyways, PLEASE review! Tell me what you like and dislike! I want to write this story so that it appeals to everybody in some ways, you know?

I lurve you all lots!

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