***Lynn***

I sighed as I leaned against the wall. My arms ached from where Draco had gripped them so tight. He sure had some strength. I closed my eyes and began to think about my sorting and how Harry and I had our first real conversation.

" Now, I am going to sort Lynx Malfoy, who transferred here from California School of Traditional Magic," said the Professor who introduced herself as McGonagall.

As I walked up to the stool everybody the whole room became dead quiet. I could feel hundred's of eyes upon me. ' Ah, another Malfoy! ' a voice said inside my head after I had put the hat on.

' AAAH! Get out of my head you creep! My thoughts are entirely private!' I thought.

' Relax, I'm just trying to sort you! Now what house should you be in? You are a hard one indeed' the hat told me.

' Hard? How hard can it be to sort me?' I asked the hat.

' Well, you are quite smart so Ravenclaw could suit you and you definitely are a brave one. Oh, and I also see that you are a cunning one' the hat replied.

' Smart? But I do horrible in English and Social Studies! And what houses are you thinking about putting me in?' I inquired.

' Oh but you are smart you had high grades at your old school in the wizarding subjects. I don't take those muggle subjects into account. Now let me see, would you do better in Ravenclaw, Gryffindor or Slytherin?' the hat mused.

' This is so weird! I mean I'm having a conversation with a hat," I thought.

" GRYFFINDOR!" the hat yelled out.

I got up and made my way over to the Gryffindor table. While walking over there I heard a lot of " A Malfoy? In Gryffindor? No Way!"

I smiled as I sat down across from Harry Potter, who was rude to me on the train. I was probably the first Malfoy in Gryffindor which if you think about it is pretty cool. " So I guess you really are Draco's twin?" Harry asked.

" Yep, that would me!" I told him.

" That's so incredible! I bet you know all his dirty little secrets," said Ron.

" Um…No," I told him. " I haven't really known him all that long. I was banished from the Malfoy household when I was seven and just came back over the summer. So I hardly remember a lot about my parents and brother."

They all nodded. " Let's start new!" Harry said. " Hi, I'm Harry Potter and you are?"

He was now holding out his hand. I laughed and said, " I'm Lynn Malfoy!"

" These are my friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger," Harry told me pointing to them when he said their name.

" We're really sorry that we thought you were Draco!" Harry apologized

" It's okay," I told them.

" So what was your old school like?" Hermione asked.

I then launched into discussion about all the subjects we had to take. After I told her all about my school that's when Draco came up to me.

I then opened my eyes and walked back into the Great Hall and sat back down. " So what did he want?" Ron asked.

" Are you okay?" Harry asked.

" I'm fine, Draco just wanted to express his unhappiness of me getting into Gryffindor," I explained.

" I can just see him now," Ron said.

A few minutes later, we all went up to our dorms. I put my stuff under a bed that was between Harry and Ron's beds.

On my way to the Great Hall the next morning, I saw the last person I wanted to see--my father. " Ah, Lynx! Just the person I came to see!" he said as soon as he saw me.

" Dad, it's Lynn not Lynx!" I reminded him.

He then glared at me for the first time since I had come back. " I don't care what you like to be called. From now on, I'll call you by your proper name," dad told me.

" But, I thought you said you didn't mind calling me Lynn!" I argued.

" Well, that was all an act! From now on I will treat like an Malfoy. I must say that I'm very disappointed that you got into Gryffindor. But no matter, I've never trusted that old hat. Here are my rules, Lynx: you will not hang around riffraff and you will start taking lessons from Draco on how to act like a Malfoy!" he told me.

" An act? How could you trick me into thinking you were a nice man? And anyway, what do you consider riffraff? I'll need to know that so I can know who to make friends with! Why on earth do I need to take lessons on becoming a Malfoy?" I asked incredulously.

" Listen, Lynx I was in Slytherin and tricking people is one of my specialties. You should learn right now that riffraff is anyone who loves muggles or is muggleborn. You need these lessons so that you will learn to appreciate where you come from. Plus, if you don't the Malfoy line can't possibly continue," dad replied.

I rolled my eyes. " Get real! Draco will probably continue the line so stop worrying about me."

" Lynx this is for your own good. I'm only doing this so that you don't wind up like your mother's cousin or her sister! Besides you are to inherit part of the Malfoy fortune," he explained.

"Fine!" I told him.

Dad then bid me a good day and then left. I leaned against the wall as thoughts began to surface. ' I hate my dad! I wish I had never left Aunt Monica's house. I mean it's rude to treat people different just because they have parents who like a certain thing or are muggles!' I thought.

I wished I could meet Mum's cousin. I bet he could give me a ton of advice on how to handle this idiotic family.

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******Draco******

" I can't believe you ratted Lynn out!" Blaise said as we walked down to the Great Hall.

" Oh, please! Dad was going to find out anyway. I just hope he sends Lynn back on the next train to the states!" I told him.

" What do you have against Lynn?" Blaise asked.

" Nothing, it's just that ever since he arrived, Dad has been acting all weird. Besides, he doesn't even act like a Malfoy!" I replied.

" If you say so! " Blaise said as he walked into the Great Hall.

I was about to sit down at the Slytherin table when I saw Lynn leaning against the wall. " Hey what's up?" I asked him.

" Oh, nothing besides the fact that your father is huge jerk!" Lynn told me.

I glared at him. I mean it's one thing for me to not think of Lynn as my twin but another thing for Lynn to. " He's your father too!" I retorted.

" I'm sorry! He's never been a father to me. I mean, what kind of father just decides he doesn't want and sends you away? What kind of father tells you that you have to act a certain way in order to be considered his son?" Lynn replied. " I'll start referring to him as Dad now if it'll make you happy Draco! After all you are my tutor."

" What are you talking about?" I asked.

" Oh, you didn't know?" Lynn asked.

" I didn't know I was supposed to be your tutor. What am I tutoring you in? Potions?" I asked hopefully.

" Not even close. You're supposed to teach me how to be a Malfoy. Dad told me just this morning when he came to visit." Lynn told me.

I groaned. What a great way to spend my extra time. Tutoring my twin--who is an absolute disgrace to--wait a minute that must be why I'm tutoring him! " Well, meet me Fridays in the dungeons at 6:00," I told him.

We then went our separate ways. As soon as I sat down Blaise said, " What were you and Lynn talking about?"

" About how I'm supposed to tutor him!' I replied.

" What does he need tutoring for?"

" Apparently my dad thinks that if I teach him how to act like a Malfoy he won't turn out to be a black sheep. Personally I think it's too late for that!" I replied.

" Oh, here's your schedule Draco!" Blaise said as he handed me a piece of paper.

" Great!" I moaned as I looked at it. " We have three classes with the Gryffindors this year--Potions, Care of Magical Creatures and Transfiguration. McGonagall's bad enough without adding Gryffindors into the mix."