"Take that back, Malfoy!" Ron snarled. Tonks glared at the blonde guy. This must be that Draco person Harry warned me about, I realized. I decided I didn't like him. I scowled, too.
"Or what, Weasley? You'll cry?" he laughed derisively.
"Go help your Death Eater father, oh wait. You can't. He's in Azkaban." Charlie chuckled. Now it was Malfoy's turn to scowl. He looked as if he were about to say something, but then he seemed to catch a glimpse of me and his eyebrows dissapeared into his hair. He turned to Harry.
"Is she an over-the-top fan of yours, Potter or were you two separated at birth?" he snerred.
"Actually, yeah. Malfoy, I'd like you to meet my twin sister, Ashleigh." Harry replied. I laughed silently at the look on Malfoy's face. He looked like a clown that had just been clubbed over the head. A maniacal gleam erupted in his eyes, and I was aware that I was suddenly shivering. Malfoy seemed to regain composure, and gave a mock smile. "Well, aren't you just full of surprises." he replied. "I have to go. I'd die if I were seen chit chatting with poor folk and mudbloods." With that, he turned to walk away, but as he passed Harry and I, he whispered so that Tonks couldn't hear. "When my master finds out about this, you're both dead." he hissed malevolently. Harry's face paled slightly, but he stayed cool.
"Let him try." Harry hissed back. "We'll be waiting, we're not afraid." I didn't know about him, but I was scared to death! My new cat, Sorcha suddenly arched her back and growled at Malfoy. With one last dirty look, he was gone.
"Slimy git." Tonks muttered. Everyone nodded in agreement. She looked down at her watch and gasped. "Oh no! We're late for meeting Mrs. Weasley back by the gate! She's going to have a fit! Come on!" Tonks grabbed me by the wrist and practically dragged me back to where Mrs. Weasley was waiting, looking anxious and worried. After assuring her that everyone was perfectly fine, we used the floo powder to get back to The Burrow. I couldn't believe how exhausted I was. At the dinner table that night, I actually fell asleep on the tablecloth. All embarrassment put aside, Fred prodded me awake and I went upstairs to bed, carrying Sorcha with me. I made a makeshift bed for her at the end of my bed with an extra pillow. She hobbled over to it and snuggled down at once. I followed her example and collapsed into my own bed for the night. It would have been nice if I hadn't had so many nightmares involving Malfoy and Voldemort plotting to kill my brother and I. I guess you can't have sweet dreams every night, right?