Homeroom/English Literature

Wes came back with a scowl and refused to look in Danny or Draco's direction. Danny considered that a win for today. Mr. Lancer considered phoning Walter Weston about taking Wes out of school for the day.

"Semester tests are in two weeks," Mr. Lancer said, "The tests will take place on the last few days of school, and are optional for students that meet the proper requirements. For those of you who didn't quite make the grade, or didn't make it to class, " He shot a pointed look to Danny, "You will have to take them. I'll pass out the study guide, and we will spend this week going over it and reviewing the test material. For those of you opting out of the test, consider this a free period so long as you remain quiet and unobtrusive to those studying."

He started passing out the thick sheets of paper. Dash groaned when he got his, "Mr. Lancer this is, like, 50 pages long!"

"Front and back." Valerie muttered, flicking through the pages.

"It's only twelve pages, but if you don't think it's enough-"

He was immediately met with protests from around the room, insisting 'No, it's fine! We don't need anymore!'. He smirked.

Handing a packet to Danny's recent tag-a-long, he said, "Even though you won't be taking any tests, perhaps you could help Mr. Fenton study his. It would at least give you something to do in class."

Draco took the plain sheets of paper with furrowed brows and Mr. Lancer continued down the aisle. Quickly scanning over the paper, he leaned over and asked, "Danny what is 'Shakespeare'?"

Danny stared at him. He turned to Sam, "You are helping me study."

Mr. Lancer finished passing out the papers, and proceeded up front to go over them. Half the class was playing on their phones underneath their desks. (Or in Paulina's case, just holding it up in front of her face.)

The other half was at least attempting to take notes. Wes muttered furiously under his breath and Valerie was viciously scribbling down everything she could. Tucker jotted down schematic notes between questions as he thought about different improvements he could make to his tech and the Fenton's. Sam was reading something covered in black leather and dust underneath the table. Danny started out taking notes but then got distracted trying to explain….pretty much everything on the study guide to Draco.

Tucker leaned over, "Do you guys not have English Lit where you're from?"

Draco gave him a scathing look. "We have practical classes, on subjects we use in our daily lives. Why on Earth would you need to know-" he squinted at the paper, "'Who seems less impulsive and more realistic- Romeo or Juliet?' What use is that?"

Sam made a hm noise and pulled out a paper.

"Sam, what are you planning?" Danny leaned over her shoulder to see what she was writing. "Oh….I don't see how any of that will help."

"What are you planning to force on me?" Draco asked.

Sam smirked at him and started counting on her fingers, "The Craft, Blair Witch Project, Hocus Pocus-"

"One of those is not like the other Sam." Tucker said.

"Hush. Hansel and Gretel-"

"Maybe not that one!" Danny hissed.

Tucker snorted, "Isn't that the one with the guy that plays Hawkeye? Also the one that-"

"Yes," Danny interrupted, shoving his hand in Tucker's face, "What about Lord of the Rings? Mary Poppins, Nanny McPhee, Narnia?"

"Sleepy Hollow, Elvira, The Crucible." Sam continued.

Danny paused, "Maybe The Crucible, if only because it's on the study guide. He's staying for the entire summer, I'd rather not traumatize him. Please. I am begging you."

She looked at him flatly, "Then beg."

"For the record," Tucker drawled to a very confused Draco, "I think they're planning on introducing you to normal people's views on magic via movie marathon. Which means a slumber party at Sam's."

Draco looked as thrilled with that suggestion as Danny did whenever Vlad shows up at his house.

In other words, not thrilled.

Mr. Lancer coughed next to the group, giving Danny a significant look.

"Study slumber party at Sam's!" Tucker said brightly. "Cause that is what we'll be doing. Studying. Like what we're supposed to be doing right now."

Sam and Danny smacked their foreheads at the same time.

"Excellent save Mr. Foley."

Tucker gave a thumbs up as Mr. Lancer walked away. Draco glared at the study guide. "I'm already hating this."

"Well, it could be worse."

"Tucker!"


Algebra 2

Danny and Tucker had taken extra math classes the year before so they could get into Calculus in their senior year. Sam did not, so she wriggled her fingers at them before disappearing to Speech class.

Mr. Falluca had the same reaction to Draco as everyone else had so far.

"There are two of you?" He asked in dread.

Draco sighed.

The rest of class wasn't much better.

Danny was handed another study guide, so Draco was handed one as well. Danny spent the rest of class trying to convince Draco that 'yes, there are letters in math, they're variables you see-what do you mean you don't know what a variable is?'

Draco tapped the ink pen Danny let him borrow on top of one of the equations.

(Draco would never admit this - especially not to Danny because he would be insufferable - but he kind of preferred the weird muggle pens over the quills and feathers he grew up on. It was easier to use, less cumbersome to carry, and so much less messy. But again, he'd rather die than admit that to anybody.)

"...Why has everyone looked horrified when they learn I'm related to you?"

Danny thought over the question for a moment. "Honestly? I think they're just horrified in general at the idea of another Fenton running around. Which, rude first of all. Second of all, I completely understand, considering the chaos that usually follows our parents."

"That and the teachers can barely handle one Danny," Tucker added, "They've probably had nightmares about this specific situation."


History

Mrs. Hatch made an incredulous noise as she overheard Draco ask Danny, "Which civil war is it talking about? It just says Civil War, no names."

"Everyone knows the Civil War! It was a turning point in our history and economy with ramifications still being felt today! What kind of American doesn't know about the Civil War!?"

Draco stared at her for a moment, while Danny snorted into his hand.

"I'm British."


Study Hall

"Are you going to get a study guide in every class?"

Danny just shrugged and threw his books on the desk. Mrs. Cornish threw him a sharp look which he bravely ignored. "I mean, I've got to take every semester test soooo….yeah."

Draco set down two of the study guides he received, having thrown the History one out before he left the class. He didn't particularly care about the Math, and Danny didn't really need his help for that.

The classic literature intrigued him though, if only for the stories. Another thing he will absolutely never tell Danny.

He was really getting the hang of this sibling thing.

"Why do you have to take all the tests? Your grades can't be nearly as bad as Potter's."

Danny squinted at him. "Are you insulting your arch nemesis and complimenting me at the same time?"

"..."

"I can respect that." Danny nudged his shoulder. "I uh, missed too much class. Too many tardies, and my homework tends to get lost."

'Or destroyed,' he thought mournfully, remembering Skulker specifically targeting his backpack last week.

"That is a ridiculous reason to take tests and very easily preventable."

"It's really not."

"It is. You just show up for class. And tardiness?"

"Can we skip this?"

"You are already in the building and it is nowhere near as massive as Hogwarts so I doubt you are getting lost-"

"Wanna talk about what happened?" Danny snapped.

Draco tightened his jaw, sitting back in his seat. They glared at each for a few moments before Danny sighed.

"Sorry Drake, kind of a sore subject." Danny ran his hand through his hair. "Mom and Dad are already on my case about absences, I really don't need you on it too."

Draco's eyes flitted across the room, "I meant no offense."

Danny knew that was as close to an apology as he was going to get and he grinned, "I know you didn't….We do need to talk about what happened though. Maybe not right now, but we do need to."

Draco tilted his head in acknowledgment. He pulled out the English study guide. "So what is Romeo and Juliet about?"

"Excellent subject change. Uhhh two teenagers from feuding families fall in love and die."

"That's….something."

"I'm oversimplifying."

Draco smirked, "Alright. The Crucible?"

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh….the Salem Witch Trials?" Danny winced.

The wizard huffed, "Muggles writing a play based on witches and wizards? You know nothing about the Witch Trials. Salem may be the most recognizable, but that was around the time we separated from the non magical world. Nothing muggles could come up with will come close to the actual history."

Danny stared at him. "Dude. You need to lend Sam your magic History book. She might not fight you if you let her read that."

"Why would she fight me? And why do you say that like she's planning on it?!"

Danny sucked his teeth and went back to his study guides.

"Danny!"


Lunch

The trio-turned-quartet made their way out of the doors of the school and made a beeline for their usual table outside.

"Thank Merlin you're not making me eat the school food." Draco said as Danny handed him a sandwich.

"Glad I thought of making an extra sandwich this morning. I did not want to listen to you gripe all day."

"Too late for that." Sam said as she pulled out her fruit salad.

Any hopes of having a peaceful lunch were dashed by, well, Dash.

The teenager slammed his hand down on the table next to Tucker, causing him to choke on his food. "So, you're Fentonia's twin huh?"

"Go away Dash." Sam drawled.

Draco set down his sandwich and turned to the unwanted company. "If you are here to 'shove me into a dumpster'," He said, quoting Danny from this morning, "I feel like I should inform you my father is incredibly wealthy and high up in British politics and I can easily ruin you."

All four of them stared at him.

Draco sneered at the boy, "Leave."

"Whatever, you're not worth it." Dash said as he skulked away, in a last ditch attempt to salvage his pride. The kid had rich snob practically dripping off him, Dash knew that was no idle threat.

"I'm worth a lot more than you." Draco rolled his eyes, clearly not impressed by the half hearted attempt at bullying.

They stared at him.

"Well," Danny said brightly, "Maybe Dash will leave me alone now!"

"Yeah, till Draco goes home at the end of summer and it's back to pummeling time." Tucker grinned.

Danny stole Tucker's chips in retaliation.

About halfway through lunch, Draco felt a chill creep up his spine. He heard Danny gasp slightly.

Danny slid his lunch over, "I got to go to the bathroom I'll be right back stay here!" Then he rushed off away from the school building.

Draco stared after him, baffled. He turned to the other two for answers.

"Bladder issues." Sam said, not even looking up from her book. Tucker gave an awkward laugh.


Chemistry

Danny didn't show up by the time the bell signaled the end of lunch and Draco was not worried about him.

Not at all.

Sam and Tucker didn't seem that concerned as they dragged Draco to the next class.

Mrs. Johnson frowned as they walked in. "Is this the other Fenton?"

"It's Malfoy." Draco was ignored.

"Yes it is." Tucker replied to the teacher.

"Where is the original?"

"Bathroom." Sam and Tucker chorused.

Mrs. Johnson sighed, "Do not touch anything breakable. All Fenton's in my class are banned from handling fragile equipment. Better safe than sorry."

Danny skidded in and almost knocked over Draco. "Sorry, bathroom, line, rusty door lock-"

"Please sit down Mr. Fenton."

Danny grinned and gave a thumbs up. "C'mon Drake, you're going to love this class."

Danny grabbed an extra textbook off the shelf on the way to their seats and handed it to Draco. "So Potions is your favorite class right?"

Danny had complete and utter disregard for the Statute of Secrecy. This was something Draco was quickly learning to hate as Danny talked about magic in the middle of a muggle classroom. Draco's eyes flitted around the room, but the only ones paying any attention to them were Sam and Tucker.

"Well Chemistry is just the muggle version of Potions." He wiggled the book in front of his face. "It's just mixing things together to get certain reactions. Granted it's not magic, just science, but still."

Lowered the book out of his face, "I don't see how that would endear me to this class."

"What if you mixed Potions and Chemistry together?"

Draco grabbed the textbook, "How are you supposed to mix magic with muggle science? There's no way someone hasn't already thought of this."

He started flicking through the textbook and Danny grinned victory. His brother was, at heart, a science nerd just like the rest of the Fenton's.

Mrs. Johnson watched the interaction blankly. "Oh lord there are two of them."


PE

Draco hid behind Danny best he could.

"Dude I am literally the worst person to hide behind they always target me."

"This is a ridiculous and pointless exercise and I hate this." Draco hissed.

A red rubber ball smacked Danny in the face while another one hit Draco's hip.

Coach Tetslaff blew her whistle, "Fentons! Out!"

Tucker cried out "Don't worry Danny! I'll avenge you!" A ball smacked him in the side of the face, "Motherf-"

Tetslaff blew her whistle again, "Foley, out!"

Tucker threw himself into Danny's arms, "Avenge us Sam! You're our last hope!"

Danny held Tucker closer and slid them both to ground, overdramatically reaching out to Sam. "For our dignity Sam!"

"You have to actually have dignity in order for me to avenge it." She threw her ball at them and they yelped.

Draco shook his head at the duo. "Where can I find the restroom?"

"I'll take you there."

Tetslaff appeared out of nowhere, "Absolutely not. WESTON! Front and center!"

Danny made a face, "Coach, I can take him to the bathroom. Principal Ishiyama gave me responsibility over him."

Tetslaff shot him a look. "And that is exactly why I'm sending Weston instead. He'll make sure Malfoy actually returns to class."

Danny flushed while Tucker cackled next to him.

Draco gave the very unhappy red head a cautious look. He wasn't convinced that Weston wouldn't just strangle him in a stall, but nevertheless he followed him out into the hall.

As soon as they got in the bathroom, Weston turned on him. "I know your secret!" He hissed.

Draco was going to kill Danny.

"What are you talking about?" He snapped, his hand twitching towards his wand.

"You think you're sooooo slick huh? Just flaunting around in the open? You think it's fun to mess with me? Well I know the truth!"

Draco started to pull out his wand.

"You're not real!"

"…."

Draco wondered if it was a predetermined trait that all red heads were completely bonkers.

"You think I'll get fooled by this again? You aren't even a good duplicate!" Wes stabbed his finger towards Draco. "And I can't believe people are actually falling for this long-lost-twin-from-England joke!"

"...What in the name of Merlin are you talking about?"

Wes sniffed. "You won't get away with this Phantom. I'm watching you, always watching!"

Then he turned and stormed out of the bathroom, leaving a very confused Draco behind him.

"What the bloody hell just happened?" Draco muttered to himself.


Home Economics

"I can't believe you have to take a test on servant duties."

Danny stared at him, "Drake….you do know you're going to have chores while you stay with us, right?"

Sam cackled at the look on Draco's face.


Art

"You!" Wes hissed, shoving his finger into Danny's face.

"Hey Wes." Danny went cross-eyed watching Wes's finger. "You okay? You looked a little stressed this morning."

"And who's fault is that?" Wes huffed, "How long are you going to keep this up huh? A week? Two?"

"Keep what up?"

"He doesn't believe I'm real." Draco drawled.

"What."

"He's nothing but a duplicate you're using to make my life miserable." Wes said.

Danny started giggling, "You-you think-?" He put his head on the table and laughed.

"Wes," Sam said slowly, eyeing Danny in concern, "You know how Danny wasn't here last summer?"

"Most peaceful summer of my life? Yes."

Danny was still laughing, tears now streaming down his face.

"He was staying with his birth parents in England." She pointed to an unimpressed Draco, "His parents. You may not believe this, but not everything Danny does is to piss you off."

"Nah," Tucker said, "It's just a bonus."

Wes looked at Sam. Then he looked at Draco, then the still hysterical Danny, before looking back at Sam. "...I hate all of you." He turned and walked to his seat.

"We love you too Wes!" Tucker shouted after him, "You always make us laugh!" He laughed at the rude gesture Wes sent his way.

"...So do you have Art classes at Hogwarts?" Sam asked.

"No, don't change the subject." Draco snapped at them, "What is going on with him? He cornered me in that bathroom to tell me I'm not real!"

Tucker didn't think people could actually voice a keyboard smash, but Danny gave it his best shot.

"Achhgkksss, guys please I'm having a stroke-"

Draco gave Danny a concerned look.

Tucker snickered, "He thinks Danny is a ghost." He yelped when Sam kicked him under the table.

"That is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard and I go to school with Potter."

"I know right? Totally unbelievable." Tucker nodded.

"To be fair he did think I was a vampire when I first moved here." Sam said.

"And that Mr. Lancer was a werewolf."

"And that our cheerleading team was a team of soul sucking sirens. Which they are but just the human kind."

"Oh! That time he tried to convince the town the Fentons were a family of time traveling aliens from another dimension."

"Ugh," Draco held up his hand, "I don't want to hear anymore."

Danny was still wheezing on the table.

….

("You know paintings in the wizarding world move?"

"What?!")


Draco leaned against the wall next to Danny's locker, thoroughly done with the day. "That was incredibly stressful."

Danny snorted as he slammed his locker shut, "Drake, that was nothing. Usually I'm like, ten times more stressed and actually having to learn while I'm at it."

Whispers followed the four of them out the door, and into the courtyard. Draco was, quite frankly, tired of being on this end of the rumor mill. This was almost as bad as the ferret incident.

(Okay, it didn't even come close. And thankfully no one had been around when Granger punched him, or that particular incident would have followed him for months. Draco was just being incredibly dramatic.)

"I get handed the same homework as you," Draco said, ticking off his fingers, "almost every teacher looked horrified at the thought of me, Sam has laid out plans to torture me via 'movies' and none of you are concerned-"

Sam smirked.

"-I got hit multiple times with a rubber ball, cornered in a bathroom and told I'm not real, you ditched me at lunch-"

Danny, Sam, and Tucker all chorused, "Bladder issues."

Draco stared at them, "Ditched. At. Lunch. And don't even talk to me about Home Economics."

"It's really not as bad of a day as you're making it out to be."

"Yeah," Tucker said, "I mean, we weren't even interrupted by a ghost attack."

"Tucker!" Sam and Danny hissed.

Draco threw his hands up in the air, "And that! That illogical paranoia that ghosts can actually harm you! It's ridiculous! You're muggles, you don't know anything about ghosts!"

"Oh boy," Danny muttered.

"Big oof." Tucker nodded in response.

Sam clicked her tongue condescendingly, "I forgot you were an outsider."

Draco would have said something, if he wasn't interrupted by a loud CRASH, followed by people screaming.


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