***Lynn***

As we walked out of the coffee shop, I decided to ask Draco something that had been bugging me all day. " Hey, Draco?" I asked.

"What?" he replied.

" Why do you have a maid instead of a house elf? I mean most people would have house elves do maid chores," I told him.

By now, Draco and I were standing outside of the coffee shop. " Well, Lynn, my dad doesn't trust house elves to clean our house so he hired a maid to do that work. In fact he only trusts the house elves to cook and run errands," Draco replied.

Okay, so at least my aunt wasn't the only one who was weird. " Okay, one more thing," I told Draco. " Why did your dad ring the doorbell? Couldn't he have just walked in since it was his house?"

" I guess he wanted to give the maid something to do. Plus, he probably wanted you to meet the maid." Draco told me shrugging.

I guess he didn't always know why his dad did the things he did. We then went off in search of Lucius. " Hey Dad! I'm ready to go!" Draco said as soon as we found him. " I-we go everything. New robes, books, everything, let's go!"

" Well, I'm looking at the brooms--I'm sure Lynn would like a new one," my dad told us.

A new broom? I had never even owned a broom at my old school. Instead of having Quidditch they had you take muggle subjects. I think part of the reason they didn't have Quidditch is because the school was so small. " Yeah, whatever! Let's go!" Draco told his dad.

What is with him? "Draco! Cool it! We've got all day. What do you need to do?" Mr. Malfoy asked.

" Um…I need to…use the rest room," he said. " I mean, they have really bad restrooms here, I mean they aren't very good." He answered.

I could tell that he was trying his best to make up a lie. That one had to be the worst one I had ever heard though. But why did he want to get home so soon? Then it hit me; he didn't want to run into another person that he knew. Obviously Draco was ashamed of me and didn't want to people to know about me. At least I get to watch Draco try to lie to his dad. "I'm not buying it, Draco!" Mr. Malfoy said," What's really up?" he asked.

" Nothing," Draco said as he crossed his arms.

He then went and sat on a bench and I walked into the store with my dad. " Now, what kind of broom do you want Lynn?" he asked.

" A firebolt," I replied.

" You sure you don't want a nicer one?" he asked.

" I'm sure," I told him.

He then took it to the counter and paid for it. We then came outside to where Draco was. " Are we ready yet?" he asked first thing.

" Draco! Please calm down!" dad replied.

" Yes, father," Draco said.

Man! How does he do that? I wouldn't say 'Yes, father', I would say 'Fine'. His dad probably makes him say it. Dad then gave some floo powder to Draco and I. I then got into a fireplace. " Malfoy Manor!" I bellowed.

I was soon back home and a few minutes later Draco and his dad had come back.

***Draco***

Well, the day came. The day that I go back to Hogwarts---with Lynx Allen Malfoy. Sorry--I just felt like saying his full name. I then boarded the Hogwarts Express and decided I might feel better if I went to torture the Dream Team.

I came up to Potter's usual compartment and leaned against the door that was slid open. I then folded my arms. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the Dream Team," I said. " Potter, you'll have to excuse me from that shop--I wasn't myself that day."

" Malfoy, go away!" Weasley the hot-head said.

" What's that you say? Weasley? You wish you were me because I have clean teeth? Why thank you! Oh, yes----the whole family uses the same toothbrush? Oh! You only get to brush once a day? How sad! Oh gross--oh please don't go on! I might hurl if you do!" I said, pretending to have a conversation with Weasley.

Ron Weasley was now bright red. He is so easy to make mad. I then turned to Granger. " And how are you, Granger? Reading Hogwarts: A History for the 50th time? Oh, what's that? You're not allowed to read at home? How sad! And you can't even eat chocolate at home? At least I can eat candy any time that I want to. Oh, Granger! You've resorted to sneaking candy out of stores to get your chocolate fix?" I cried out.

Pretending to have conversations with the Dream Team is so much fun. Unfortunately, Hermione was very calm. She just kept reading her book and didn't pay much attention to me. I then decided to torture the famous one. " Oh, what's that you say, Potter? " I went on. " The Dursley's don't feed you? Well, I do feel sorry for you! I must have a better life than all three of you put together. I get plenty of food, candy, and things. I can read if I want--and I brush my teeth three times a day."

" MALFOY, GET OUT NOW!" Weasley growled.

Oh, this is just too good! I must say, I'm great at making up insults. " Why should I leave? Whatever did I do to you?" I asked sweetly.

Weasley and Potter were now on their feet. " Malfoy, get out now or.." Potter began.

"Or you'll what?" I interrupted him." Can't stand someone insulting you? You are sad, Potter!"

Weasley and Potter finally sat down in defeat and I smiled. " Well, goodbye dream team!" I told them as I left.

I walked out of the compartment and saw Lynn. "AAAH!" I screamed at the same time as he did.

I didn't scream loud though and neither did Lynn. " What are you doing here? You scared me!" I told him.

"You scared me, too!" he answered. " I'm just going to ask the conductor how much further it is."

"Whatever," I told him.

I then returned to my own compartment.

***Lynn***

Okay, I lied. I'm not a bad guy but I had to. I wasn't really going to visit the conductor. Instead I was going to have some fun exploring the train. My first stop--the compartment Draco had just left. I walked in and said 'hi'. I recognized one of the boys at once--it was the boy with messy, black hair. " What now, Malfoy!" complained a red-headed boy.

How rude! What is with him! " What do you mean?" I asked.

" I mean you already tortured us enough!" he screamed.

" Why would I ever torture you?" I asked half-confused.

"Your not funny, Malfoy," said the boy with messy, black hair.

Man! This boy must really hate me--and I know why. He thinks I'm Draco. Why else would Draco have wanted to leave so quickly? Why else would these boys be saying 'you're back again!' " Listen! I'm not Draco!" I told them.

"Yeah, right! And I'm not Harry Potter!" said the boy with messy black hair.

" You're Harry Potter?" I asked. " THE Harry Potter? Man! To be Harry Potter, you sure are mean."

"Yeah, to be King Draco you sure are mean too," Harry said.

" But, I'm not Draco! I'm Lynx Allen Malfoy!" I told them.

I bet they won't believe me. " Oh, nice to meet you Lynx, so how come WE'VE NEVER HEARD ABOUT YOU BEFORE?" Harry said.

Yep, they definitely don't believe me. " Oh, Draco's never told you about me? I thought he did--not that you'd be able to tell us apart or anything, but, I thought he did" I told them.

" Yeah, *LYNX*, we wouldn't be able to tell you apart from Draco because there is no Lynx! A poor choice of a name for your twin," Harry said.

I am growing to hate this kid by the minute. I could feel anger rising in my chest. "Let's see, should I do a spell on you or your twin?" he went on.

" Well, sorry! I didn't choose my name!" I told them, finally.

" Well, of course you didn't choose your name--your invisible friend over here, you chose his name." Harry told me.

" My twin is not in this compartment. My twin is in his own compartment. He's not invisible, either. He's a *REAL* person! Don't call my twin invisible!" I told them almost yelling.

" Oh! Well, we are so sorry! Until we can see him, he is invisible, okay, *LYNX*?" Harry said.

" It's Lynn," I corrected him.

I shouldn't have said that and you'll know why in a minute. " OH! Now it's Lynn? That is a girls name. First it's Lynx, then Lynn--next it's going to be 'oh, my name is Andrew!' Oh, please. Draco, you're scaring everyone! Or should I say Lynn?" Harry told me.

" Harry? Keep it down, I'm reading!" said a girl that had not said anything yet.

" Hermione! You are--crazy! Reading at a moment like this--when Draco has gone nuts!" said the red-headed boy.

" You want to know who is nuts? You guys! You're all nuts!" I told them. " I can tell when I'm not needed. Good bye!"

I then left the compartment. I sure hope Draco doesn't come back to their compartment--They'll be calling him Lynx! Then he'll know where I really went. When I got back to our compartment, Draco was playing exploding snap with Blaise (the only person who knows I exist). " Man! Whatever you do---don't go to Harry Potter's compartment!" I told Draco.

Wait a minute! What did I just say? " Oh, that's why you were gone so long?" Draco asked. "Thanks a lot, Lynn! You--"

" You know, forget what I just said! I was just joking around with you! I bet there's not even a Harry Potter on this train! He probably goes to a way better school than Hogwarts." I said.

Good cover-up, if I do say so myself. " I was gone so long because I was trying to catch the candy trolley. I don't want to miss out on all those goodies, you know," I told him. " Yum, Yum!"

" Oh," Draco said. " So, uh, can I have some of your candy? Where is it?" he asked.

" Oh, uh, well, all their candy looked gross!" I told him nervously.

" But, you like everything that I like," Draco pointed out.

He had a point there. "Well, you see the candy looked five days old," I told him, hoping that he would buy it.

" You know, it's funny, because I just tasted a piece of candy and it tasted fine. YOU ARE SO LYING!" Draco said.

Great! I got caught. Just when you think your cover-up is great, it goes bad. " Oh, yeah? Well, at least I don't have to say father ten times a day!" I told him.

That'll shut him up--or not. " Well at--at least I don't have to wear contacts!" Draco retorted.

Man! You see I have a freckle in my left eye. I wear contacts because I'm embarrassed about it. Only Draco, his mom, his dad, and my Aunt know about it. " Okay, Okay, cool it Draco, okay?" I told him and we were quiet the rest of the trip.

I spent the rest of the trip thinking about what house I would get in.