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"Nice to see you again, brother," was what the woman said after the three of them had entered the room. As she turned around, Draco was shocked at her appearance. She had deep, dark, blond hair that fell in beautiful curls up to her shoulders and she was about his height, which was saying something since he was pretty tall himself. The most noticeable thing about her was her eyes. Her eyes were blue just like Draco and his father but somehow, they were a deeper shade, which was much prettier. "Didn't expect to see me did you Lucius?"

"What are you doing here Gwendolyn?" barked Lucius. Draco noticed that his father had a look mixed with hatred and fear, which was something he had never seen before.

"Tut tut Lucius, you know how I hate being called that. How many times must I remind you to call me Gwen?" Then she walked over to Narcissa and said, "How nice to see you again Cissa. I believe it's been what? 15 years? That's a long time don't you think so?" Narcissa didn't reply and just looked blankly at Gwen. Then she walked over to Draco then looking at him she said, "My, you've grown a lot. The last time I saw you, you were barely up to my knee." Then she reached out to give him a hug when Lucius pushed her to the ground roughly.

"Do not touch my family. And keep your filthy hands off my son. He doesn't need your influence."

"My influence?" Gwen asked. "You think I'm still that bad Lucius?" Then wiping her hands off and getting back up she said, "Right, I remember, you were the one who told Mum that the only way to make things better for all of you was to send me away wasn't it? Because I was a disappointment to you as a Malfoy."

When she said this, Draco cut in and said, "What? You were sent away?"

"Boy, be quiet!" shouted Lucius. Then turning to Gwen he said, "I don't know what you want or why you have come here of all places but let me just make it clear to you." He slowly strode over to her in a menacing way. She didn't seem to notice that he was trying to intimidate her though. "Just because you and I are related doesn't mean that you are welcome here."

"I know that perfectly well, Lucius," she said giving a charming smile that showed two pointy teeth at the corner of her mouth. "All I want is to stay here for a while then I'll be off and out of your life for good like I was for the last 15 years."

Lucius looked at her and said, "Fine, but if you make one wrong move, that's it." Then he took his cold blue eyes from her and hollered for a house elf to come and take her bags. Then he and Narcissa walked out of the room whispering to themselves.

After the two left, Draco was still in the room with Gwen. Then he said hesitantly, "Who are you really?"

"I'm you aunt of course," Gwen replied looking at him with an extremely cold stare that made chills go down his spine. "Not that you would care I suppose. Like father like son." Then she looked at him with her icily frightening blue eyes and said, "You, know, you look exactly like Lucius when he was 16."

Draco ignored the second thing she had said and asked her, "Why don't I know you? I'm in contact with all my other relatives on my father's side and most on my mother's with the exception of a few..."

"Well, it's not all the time that a one year would remember his ten year old aunt whom he hasn't seen for 15 years," Gwen replied with a familiar smirk on her face. Draco smirked back much to her surprise and she said, "I see I'm not the only one who can do that."

"Can I ask you something?" asked Draco.

"You are very inquisitive, not like Lucius who would just stare at you when you said something. Sure, what do you want?"

"Why were you sent away?" Draco. "Why does Father hate you so much."

Suddenly, Gwen turned hard and said, "You, know, if your father had any damn sense in him, he would tell you. So why don't you go find out by yourself!" Then she stalked off towards the stair case.

"Where are you going?" Draco called after her.

"To my room, you dimwit!"she yelled back.

Draco ran up the stair to catch up to her because she was walking so fast that it looked like she was flying up the stairs. "Your room?"

"Yes my room, I lived here for 10 years, I still have the key."

Draco stopped confused by what he had just heard. "Ten years? That's it?"

"Ask your damn father why that's it." Then Gwen pulled the key to a faded red door out of the pocket of the jeans she was wearing, muttered something and opened the door. Then she turned around to face Draco. "Look, just because I'm your aunt, doesn't mean that I have to tell you everything. And the fact that you are Lucius's son means that I don't have to tell you anything at all. You can ponder by yourself what this whole thing is about while I sit in my room pondering about the hell my life had been for the last 25 years of my life and why it's been like that. Good night." Then she slammed the door on him.

Draco walked slowly to his room thinking to himself. She has a big attitude problem. Seriously, she doesn't need to be so touchy. She reminds me of Granger sometimes. She has the air of a know-it-all and she- why am I talking about Granger? First Potter, now her, I bet by the time I go back to school, I would have talked about the Weasel as well. What is going on with me?

Then he stepped into his room and closed the door. He took off his shirt and flopped onto his bed. Then he started thinking about what had happened before Gwen had come. Looks like father hates me doesn't it? I know it sounds funny that I'm talking to myself in my head but it can't be helped. I don't understand why me life has to be so confusing that I can't do anything without being a disappointment to father. Wait... why does that somehow ring a bell? Didn't Gwen say something about a disappointment? This is too much thinking for now. Then Draco fell asleep dreading what was to come tomorrow and the last thing he remembered before falling to sleep was thinking about the place that Ron Weasley and his family lived in. He was thankful that he didn't live there.

Sorry if Draco was a little out of character and if he didn't play that big of a part in this chapter but I had to do that. And how did you people like Gwen? Review please! :)