Malfoy Twins
Chapter 2
By: GoddessMoonLady
Disclaimer:
GML: Ah! My ficcie! How it has been too long!
Draco: Will you shut up and tell the people that you don't own 'Harry
Potter' already?
Harry: Ummm... Dra? You just did.
Draco: oh.
GML: *grins* Thank you Dra-Dra!
Harry: I think it's a good thing she doesn't own us.
Draco: Why's that?
Snape: Because this is the story where you two are twins.
Harry: AHHHHH!
Draco: My sentiments exactly.
GML: Hey! It's a GREAT idea!
H&D: *shutter*
GML: Oh...! On with the fic!! *glares at Harry and Draco*
Key:
"Speech"
'Thoughts'
~Tele-talk~
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The boy's 'fight' lasted a short time. When they finally tired themselves out they settled back into their chairs to talk.
~Wow. Were twins. This is too weird.~ Damion thought looking at Draco, now, he could see the resemblance that had been appearing as the Glamour wore off.
~No kidding.~ Draco's voice resounded through his head making him jump slightly.
~Draco? How are you in my head?~ Damion looked at his brother in surprise.
Draco's eyes widened, ~You thought that?~
Damion simply nodded. Then a thought struck him.
~Of course! 'Mione told me about this! Most magical twins develop a kind of telepathic link, letting them to hear each others thoughts! I've gotta find that book she read.~ Damion grinned.
Draco wrinkled his nose slightly, ~Now you sound like her. Ick! But seriously... Were linked? This'll be interesting.~
~I'll say. I think...~ Damion smiled, ~Mother and Father are getting a bit worried about our apparent 'silence'. I think we should keep this new little trick of ours to ourselves. What do you think?~
Draco glanced at their parents sitting in chairs beside them. ~Yeah, I guess they are. Think we should talk to them? Of course! Think of all the fun we can have with this.~
~Yup. Oh, the uses... What I wanna know is WHY Dumbledore did what he did.~ Damion frowned
~So ask.~
~I think I will.~ Draco rolled his eyes.
Damion and Draco turned to stare at the Headmaster from their place between their mother and father.
"How could you do something like that Professor? WHY would you...?" Damion asked confusion glowing in his emerald eyes.
"Harry... I-"
"Don't call him that!" Draco snapped interrupting Dumbledore echoing his brother's thoughts.
The Headmaster looked taken aback, "Er.. Damion then. You must understand. I did it because it was better for you to be with Lily and James."
"Better." Damion deadpanned, "So, It was better to take me from my brother. Better to steal me from my parents. Better for me to be with two people who would die because Moldy thought I was their son and a threat to him. BETTER WHERE AFTER THEY DIED I WOULD BE ABANDONED WITH AN AUNT AND UNCLE WHO COULDN'T CARE IF I LIVED OR DIED!?! I DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU, SIR, BUT I DON'T CONSIDER THAT TO BE 'BETTER' I CONSIDER THAT TO BE PRETTY FUCKED UP!!" As he spoke he got more and more angry causing his voice to get louder till he was shouting at the aged Headmaster.
"Damion!" Narcissa shrieked looking at him with wide eyes, "Watch your language!"
"Now, Narcissa, Damion has every right to be upset." Lucius soothed.
"Upset, yes. But that's no reason to use such language. I don't allow Draco too say such things, And I most certainly won't allow Damion."
Damion looked at her guiltily, "Sorry Mum." Despite her disapproval of his language, his calling her 'Mum' made her smile.
~So it's 'Mum' now? I always said Mother.~ Draco commented.
Damion turned to Draco frowning, ~'Mother's too formal for me. So 'Mum' it is.~
Draco shook his head, ~Your weird.~
~Am not!~
~Are too!~
~Am not~
~Are too~
"Not."
"Are."
"Not"
"Are"
The boys were so caught up in their argument they didn't realized they were speaking aloud. Dumbledore, Lucius, Narcissa, and Tink were staring at the two wondering where this fight came from.
Finally Damion glared at Draco and stuck out his tongue, "If I'm weird, then your a git!"
"I am not!"
"Oh yes you are!"
"Boys!" Lucius broke in, "Would either of you like to fill the rest of us in on where this fight came from?"
"No." Both answered at the same time.
Dumbledore watched them for a minute before speaking, "How about some tea?" He snapped his fingers and a house elf appeared.
"You called, Headmaster, sir?" She squeaked.
"Yes, Pelly, Tea for five, please."
"Right away, Professor Dumbledore, Sir!" With a 'crack' Pelly was gone.
A few minutes later two 'crack's announced the arrival of two house elves with the tea.
"Master Malfoy, Sir!" Dobby squeeked at the sight of his old Master. Dobby had served the Malfoys for years. They had been good Masters, but after Baby Master Damion's disappearance, they had become rather depressed. He longed for the baby and because of this he longed to be away from the Manor. He tried for many years to be freed, but they wouldn't free him.
"Dobby!" Squeaked Tink. She missed him soo much! He was too be the one to help her with Baby Master Damion. She jumped down from her chair and hugged him, "Did you know?! Did you knows that Baby Master Damion was here at Hogwarts?"
"Baby Master...? Here?" Dobby asked his ears perking up slightly.
Tink jumped up and down, "Yes, here! Yes! He is setting you free he did! And you didn't even knowed it!"
"Harry Potter is setting me free.." Dobby looked positively confused now.
~I think she's confusing him. Then again, that can't be too hard to do.~ Draco smirked looking at his brother.
"Shut up Draco." Damion muttered. Dobby's ears perked up in recognition.
"Harry Potter, Sir?! Is that you, Sir?" Dobby looked at him. He hasn't seen Harry since the beginning of the year, and this boy didn't look too much like Harry Potter. His face was paler, more angular, making it look more aristocratic, his nose had a slight point, his hair was now hanging about his ears, The same length as Draco's, without the hair-gel, and his green eyes were more narrow. All in all, when the glamor wore off all the way he would be an exact copy of Draco if it weren't for his hair and eyes.
"Well,... Yes and No." Damion smiled.
~Yes and No? Your odd.~ Draco smiled. He was having fun taunting his brother when his parents couldn't hear him.
~Grow up Draco. Don't think I don't know what your doing. Your trying to get me irritated so I'll yell at you and look like an idiot.~ Damion answered glancing at Draco, who looked surprised to be figured out so easily.
"Yes, and..." Dobby's huge eyes were in danger of falling out of their sockets, "Master Damion! Harry Potter! You is Baby Master Damion!"
Damion chuckled, "Yup. I-" He didn't get much more out as Dobby leapt onto him and started hugging him mercilessly.
Draco started laughing and fell out of his chair at the pleading look on Damion's face.
"Er- Dobby-" Damion managed to mumble uncomfortably.
~Dra! Help me! Get him off!~
Draco looked at him tears in his eyes, ~Dami, Now why would I wanna do that? Can't you see how happy he is to see 'Baby Master Damion' again? Why would you want me to ruin it?~
~Dra!~ Damion pleaded with his brother, "Dobby... Nice to see you too. Now can you let go? Please?"
"It is master sir! And Dobby didn't know! Dobby could have taken you home but he didn't know!" Dobby whimpered, "Dobby is a bad elf sir!"
"Er- Dobby, come on. It's not that bad! Now come on, let go." Damion tried to pry himself loose but the house elf just clung tighter.
"Dobby! You is squeezing him! Let go! Let Young Master go, now!" Tink ordered, tugging on Dobby's shirt. He still didn't release him, not being able to hear over his own cries of "Baby Master Damion!" and "It is you sir!". Finally Tink climbed into Draco's abandoned chair, retch over, and whacked Dobby on the head with her hand, affectively startling him into letting go and falling to the floor.
"Th-thanks, Tink." Damion gasped, finally Able to breathe.
"Young Master is very welcome, sir!" Tink squeaked smoothing out his shirt and hair affectionately. She then hopped down and helped Draco back into his chair after his fit of laughter conceded.
Damion turned to him, "Are you quite finished?"
"Ummm..." Draco pretended to think, "Yes. I believe I am." He grinned cheekily.
"Idiot." Muttered Damion. He shook his head, then looked at Dobby, raising to his feet looking sheepish, "I'm glad to see you too Dobby, but I'd like to breath too you know." He smiled at the embarrassed house elf.
"Of course Young Master, sir! Dobby is Very sorry, sir!"
"That's quite all right Dobby." He waved off the apology. Then turned back to the Headmaster. He watched him, his emerald eyes intense. "So, Headmaster, do you still think your choice was 'better'?"
"Harry-"
~He is NOT Harry!~
"I am NOT Harry!" Damion shouted. Magic crackled in the air around Damion and Draco as they glared daggers at Dumbledore.
"Now boys. Calm down." Lucius admonished, though secretly he agreed with his sons.
Narcissa glared at Dumbledore, then wrapped her arms around her boys comfortingly, "Now, now babies. It's all right. Don't pay any mind to that old coot."
Draco pulled away not wanting to be 'coddled', "Mother!"
Damion on the other hand, willingly let his mother cuddle and hold him. He even nuzzled his way further into her arms. Narcissa didn't know whether to smile at his willingness to be close to her or frown at his obvious lack of affection. She settled on glaring at Dumbledore while running fingers through Damion's hair.
~Your a big baby. You know that, Dami?~
~You try going your whole life with 'family' that would rather die then touch you, let alone hug you and see how much of a baby you are, Dra.~ Draco's eyes widened, and he winced.
~Ouch.~
~Exactly. I haven't had a real hug from a parent in 14 years. Not counting Mrs. Weasley.~
~The Weasel's mother? She hugged you?~
~Yes.~ Damion glared slightly at Draco, ~When Ron and I became friends, she all but adopted me. The Weasleys were the closest thing to a real family I ever had.~
~Wow. Never knew that.~ Draco looked thoughtful, ~Guess I owe them a thanks for keeping my brother safe.~
~Yup. Well,... Sane anyway. Unless you call my little exports with Moldyshorts 'safe'.~ Damion grinned evilly.
~Moldyshorts?~ Draco looked at Damion oddly before snorting and breaking into silent giggles.
"Just What is so funny?" His mother asked looking at Draco questioningly.
Draco met Damion's eyes. Both snorted and broke down into giggles.
"M-moldyshorts." Draco gasped out before being overcome by giggles again.
"What?" Lucius stared at his boys, both laughing at this comment.
"Moldyshorts!" Damion stated three seconds before breaking down again. Right then the Twins looked more like a pair of 5 year olds rather then the 15 year olds they are.
"I believe, Lucius, that there making fun of He-who-must-not-be-named." Narcissa said watching her boys giggling..
"Mum! His names Voldemort!" Damion corrected. Narcissa and Lucius winced at His name.
"Or Moldyshorts." Draco added smirking.
Lucius looked at his watch, "As much as I hate to break this up, it's getting late. I believe it's almost time for dinner. You two had better be getting back downstairs. Your mother and I will be here for a little while more. If the Headmaster doesn't mind we'll join you for dinner. Now, off you go."
"Of course Lucius, you and Narcissa are more then welcome to dine with the boys." Dumbledore smiled wearily.
"Oh! How are we gonna do that? Damions a Gryffindor." Draco pointed out.
~Gee aren't you observant?~ Damion rolled his eyes.
"That can be easily taken care of. He'll have to be resorted." Narcissa stated.
"Resorted!?" Damion asked in surprise.
"Of course Damion, sweetheart. You were originally sorted as Harry Potter. You will have to be resorted as Damion Malfoy. It's only right." Narcissa answered running her fingers through his hair lovingly.
"Of course the boy will. Though I don't think he'll need to put me on. That boy belongs in Slytherin. But he wouldn't listen to me." A voice answered from a shelf. They all turned to the old school sorting hat.
Damion rolled his eyes, "Here we go again."
"Move him to Slytherin. It's as simple as that. I stand by my decision. But he refused the first time." If the hat had eyes, Damion was sure he would be glaring at him.
"Slytherin it is. Now, off you two go. You've just enough time to see that your trunk is moved, Har-" Damion and Draco glared, "Damion." Dumbledore finished wearily.
The twins nodded and stood.
"We'll see you downstairs shortly, Mother, Father." Draco said with a nod.
Damion Hugged both his parents, "Bye Mum, Dad. See you shortly." Then whacked his brother in the back of the head and made for the door with Draco trailing behind rubbing his head and muttering, "What was that for?"
They stepped out of the office and closed the door. As they stepped onto the moving staircase, Damion answered. "That was for not hugging them." With that they stepped off the staircase and made their way down to Gryffindor Tower.
**************** OK, OK. Now what do you all think? My HUGE apologies for the long wait! I forgot what I was planning to do with this story. Honestly! I had it all planned out in my head, but then forgot! I'll warn you now, this fic may be slow going, but it should be worth the wait once Harry and Draco pick a general direction for it. Sorry, did I confuse you? I like to think that the characters write the story. They tell it to me and I just type it.
Draco: Damn strait we do! GML: Shut it Draco! *glares* Draco: *whimpers*
Any suggestions? I'm more then willing to listen to new ideas. In the mean time, why don't you read some of my other fics? ^_^
Harry: Don't you feal ashamed of your shameful self plugging? GML: Nope! Should I? H&D: *rolls eyes*
Anyways! You guys know the routine! REVIEW!!!
The boy's 'fight' lasted a short time. When they finally tired themselves out they settled back into their chairs to talk.
~Wow. Were twins. This is too weird.~ Damion thought looking at Draco, now, he could see the resemblance that had been appearing as the Glamour wore off.
~No kidding.~ Draco's voice resounded through his head making him jump slightly.
~Draco? How are you in my head?~ Damion looked at his brother in surprise.
Draco's eyes widened, ~You thought that?~
Damion simply nodded. Then a thought struck him.
~Of course! 'Mione told me about this! Most magical twins develop a kind of telepathic link, letting them to hear each others thoughts! I've gotta find that book she read.~ Damion grinned.
Draco wrinkled his nose slightly, ~Now you sound like her. Ick! But seriously... Were linked? This'll be interesting.~
~I'll say. I think...~ Damion smiled, ~Mother and Father are getting a bit worried about our apparent 'silence'. I think we should keep this new little trick of ours to ourselves. What do you think?~
Draco glanced at their parents sitting in chairs beside them. ~Yeah, I guess they are. Think we should talk to them? Of course! Think of all the fun we can have with this.~
~Yup. Oh, the uses... What I wanna know is WHY Dumbledore did what he did.~ Damion frowned
~So ask.~
~I think I will.~ Draco rolled his eyes.
Damion and Draco turned to stare at the Headmaster from their place between their mother and father.
"How could you do something like that Professor? WHY would you...?" Damion asked confusion glowing in his emerald eyes.
"Harry... I-"
"Don't call him that!" Draco snapped interrupting Dumbledore echoing his brother's thoughts.
The Headmaster looked taken aback, "Er.. Damion then. You must understand. I did it because it was better for you to be with Lily and James."
"Better." Damion deadpanned, "So, It was better to take me from my brother. Better to steal me from my parents. Better for me to be with two people who would die because Moldy thought I was their son and a threat to him. BETTER WHERE AFTER THEY DIED I WOULD BE ABANDONED WITH AN AUNT AND UNCLE WHO COULDN'T CARE IF I LIVED OR DIED!?! I DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU, SIR, BUT I DON'T CONSIDER THAT TO BE 'BETTER' I CONSIDER THAT TO BE PRETTY FUCKED UP!!" As he spoke he got more and more angry causing his voice to get louder till he was shouting at the aged Headmaster.
"Damion!" Narcissa shrieked looking at him with wide eyes, "Watch your language!"
"Now, Narcissa, Damion has every right to be upset." Lucius soothed.
"Upset, yes. But that's no reason to use such language. I don't allow Draco too say such things, And I most certainly won't allow Damion."
Damion looked at her guiltily, "Sorry Mum." Despite her disapproval of his language, his calling her 'Mum' made her smile.
~So it's 'Mum' now? I always said Mother.~ Draco commented.
Damion turned to Draco frowning, ~'Mother's too formal for me. So 'Mum' it is.~
Draco shook his head, ~Your weird.~
~Am not!~
~Are too!~
~Am not~
~Are too~
"Not."
"Are."
"Not"
"Are"
The boys were so caught up in their argument they didn't realized they were speaking aloud. Dumbledore, Lucius, Narcissa, and Tink were staring at the two wondering where this fight came from.
Finally Damion glared at Draco and stuck out his tongue, "If I'm weird, then your a git!"
"I am not!"
"Oh yes you are!"
"Boys!" Lucius broke in, "Would either of you like to fill the rest of us in on where this fight came from?"
"No." Both answered at the same time.
Dumbledore watched them for a minute before speaking, "How about some tea?" He snapped his fingers and a house elf appeared.
"You called, Headmaster, sir?" She squeaked.
"Yes, Pelly, Tea for five, please."
"Right away, Professor Dumbledore, Sir!" With a 'crack' Pelly was gone.
A few minutes later two 'crack's announced the arrival of two house elves with the tea.
"Master Malfoy, Sir!" Dobby squeeked at the sight of his old Master. Dobby had served the Malfoys for years. They had been good Masters, but after Baby Master Damion's disappearance, they had become rather depressed. He longed for the baby and because of this he longed to be away from the Manor. He tried for many years to be freed, but they wouldn't free him.
"Dobby!" Squeaked Tink. She missed him soo much! He was too be the one to help her with Baby Master Damion. She jumped down from her chair and hugged him, "Did you know?! Did you knows that Baby Master Damion was here at Hogwarts?"
"Baby Master...? Here?" Dobby asked his ears perking up slightly.
Tink jumped up and down, "Yes, here! Yes! He is setting you free he did! And you didn't even knowed it!"
"Harry Potter is setting me free.." Dobby looked positively confused now.
~I think she's confusing him. Then again, that can't be too hard to do.~ Draco smirked looking at his brother.
"Shut up Draco." Damion muttered. Dobby's ears perked up in recognition.
"Harry Potter, Sir?! Is that you, Sir?" Dobby looked at him. He hasn't seen Harry since the beginning of the year, and this boy didn't look too much like Harry Potter. His face was paler, more angular, making it look more aristocratic, his nose had a slight point, his hair was now hanging about his ears, The same length as Draco's, without the hair-gel, and his green eyes were more narrow. All in all, when the glamor wore off all the way he would be an exact copy of Draco if it weren't for his hair and eyes.
"Well,... Yes and No." Damion smiled.
~Yes and No? Your odd.~ Draco smiled. He was having fun taunting his brother when his parents couldn't hear him.
~Grow up Draco. Don't think I don't know what your doing. Your trying to get me irritated so I'll yell at you and look like an idiot.~ Damion answered glancing at Draco, who looked surprised to be figured out so easily.
"Yes, and..." Dobby's huge eyes were in danger of falling out of their sockets, "Master Damion! Harry Potter! You is Baby Master Damion!"
Damion chuckled, "Yup. I-" He didn't get much more out as Dobby leapt onto him and started hugging him mercilessly.
Draco started laughing and fell out of his chair at the pleading look on Damion's face.
"Er- Dobby-" Damion managed to mumble uncomfortably.
~Dra! Help me! Get him off!~
Draco looked at him tears in his eyes, ~Dami, Now why would I wanna do that? Can't you see how happy he is to see 'Baby Master Damion' again? Why would you want me to ruin it?~
~Dra!~ Damion pleaded with his brother, "Dobby... Nice to see you too. Now can you let go? Please?"
"It is master sir! And Dobby didn't know! Dobby could have taken you home but he didn't know!" Dobby whimpered, "Dobby is a bad elf sir!"
"Er- Dobby, come on. It's not that bad! Now come on, let go." Damion tried to pry himself loose but the house elf just clung tighter.
"Dobby! You is squeezing him! Let go! Let Young Master go, now!" Tink ordered, tugging on Dobby's shirt. He still didn't release him, not being able to hear over his own cries of "Baby Master Damion!" and "It is you sir!". Finally Tink climbed into Draco's abandoned chair, retch over, and whacked Dobby on the head with her hand, affectively startling him into letting go and falling to the floor.
"Th-thanks, Tink." Damion gasped, finally Able to breathe.
"Young Master is very welcome, sir!" Tink squeaked smoothing out his shirt and hair affectionately. She then hopped down and helped Draco back into his chair after his fit of laughter conceded.
Damion turned to him, "Are you quite finished?"
"Ummm..." Draco pretended to think, "Yes. I believe I am." He grinned cheekily.
"Idiot." Muttered Damion. He shook his head, then looked at Dobby, raising to his feet looking sheepish, "I'm glad to see you too Dobby, but I'd like to breath too you know." He smiled at the embarrassed house elf.
"Of course Young Master, sir! Dobby is Very sorry, sir!"
"That's quite all right Dobby." He waved off the apology. Then turned back to the Headmaster. He watched him, his emerald eyes intense. "So, Headmaster, do you still think your choice was 'better'?"
"Harry-"
~He is NOT Harry!~
"I am NOT Harry!" Damion shouted. Magic crackled in the air around Damion and Draco as they glared daggers at Dumbledore.
"Now boys. Calm down." Lucius admonished, though secretly he agreed with his sons.
Narcissa glared at Dumbledore, then wrapped her arms around her boys comfortingly, "Now, now babies. It's all right. Don't pay any mind to that old coot."
Draco pulled away not wanting to be 'coddled', "Mother!"
Damion on the other hand, willingly let his mother cuddle and hold him. He even nuzzled his way further into her arms. Narcissa didn't know whether to smile at his willingness to be close to her or frown at his obvious lack of affection. She settled on glaring at Dumbledore while running fingers through Damion's hair.
~Your a big baby. You know that, Dami?~
~You try going your whole life with 'family' that would rather die then touch you, let alone hug you and see how much of a baby you are, Dra.~ Draco's eyes widened, and he winced.
~Ouch.~
~Exactly. I haven't had a real hug from a parent in 14 years. Not counting Mrs. Weasley.~
~The Weasel's mother? She hugged you?~
~Yes.~ Damion glared slightly at Draco, ~When Ron and I became friends, she all but adopted me. The Weasleys were the closest thing to a real family I ever had.~
~Wow. Never knew that.~ Draco looked thoughtful, ~Guess I owe them a thanks for keeping my brother safe.~
~Yup. Well,... Sane anyway. Unless you call my little exports with Moldyshorts 'safe'.~ Damion grinned evilly.
~Moldyshorts?~ Draco looked at Damion oddly before snorting and breaking into silent giggles.
"Just What is so funny?" His mother asked looking at Draco questioningly.
Draco met Damion's eyes. Both snorted and broke down into giggles.
"M-moldyshorts." Draco gasped out before being overcome by giggles again.
"What?" Lucius stared at his boys, both laughing at this comment.
"Moldyshorts!" Damion stated three seconds before breaking down again. Right then the Twins looked more like a pair of 5 year olds rather then the 15 year olds they are.
"I believe, Lucius, that there making fun of He-who-must-not-be-named." Narcissa said watching her boys giggling..
"Mum! His names Voldemort!" Damion corrected. Narcissa and Lucius winced at His name.
"Or Moldyshorts." Draco added smirking.
Lucius looked at his watch, "As much as I hate to break this up, it's getting late. I believe it's almost time for dinner. You two had better be getting back downstairs. Your mother and I will be here for a little while more. If the Headmaster doesn't mind we'll join you for dinner. Now, off you go."
"Of course Lucius, you and Narcissa are more then welcome to dine with the boys." Dumbledore smiled wearily.
"Oh! How are we gonna do that? Damions a Gryffindor." Draco pointed out.
~Gee aren't you observant?~ Damion rolled his eyes.
"That can be easily taken care of. He'll have to be resorted." Narcissa stated.
"Resorted!?" Damion asked in surprise.
"Of course Damion, sweetheart. You were originally sorted as Harry Potter. You will have to be resorted as Damion Malfoy. It's only right." Narcissa answered running her fingers through his hair lovingly.
"Of course the boy will. Though I don't think he'll need to put me on. That boy belongs in Slytherin. But he wouldn't listen to me." A voice answered from a shelf. They all turned to the old school sorting hat.
Damion rolled his eyes, "Here we go again."
"Move him to Slytherin. It's as simple as that. I stand by my decision. But he refused the first time." If the hat had eyes, Damion was sure he would be glaring at him.
"Slytherin it is. Now, off you two go. You've just enough time to see that your trunk is moved, Har-" Damion and Draco glared, "Damion." Dumbledore finished wearily.
The twins nodded and stood.
"We'll see you downstairs shortly, Mother, Father." Draco said with a nod.
Damion Hugged both his parents, "Bye Mum, Dad. See you shortly." Then whacked his brother in the back of the head and made for the door with Draco trailing behind rubbing his head and muttering, "What was that for?"
They stepped out of the office and closed the door. As they stepped onto the moving staircase, Damion answered. "That was for not hugging them." With that they stepped off the staircase and made their way down to Gryffindor Tower.
**************** OK, OK. Now what do you all think? My HUGE apologies for the long wait! I forgot what I was planning to do with this story. Honestly! I had it all planned out in my head, but then forgot! I'll warn you now, this fic may be slow going, but it should be worth the wait once Harry and Draco pick a general direction for it. Sorry, did I confuse you? I like to think that the characters write the story. They tell it to me and I just type it.
Draco: Damn strait we do! GML: Shut it Draco! *glares* Draco: *whimpers*
Any suggestions? I'm more then willing to listen to new ideas. In the mean time, why don't you read some of my other fics? ^_^
Harry: Don't you feal ashamed of your shameful self plugging? GML: Nope! Should I? H&D: *rolls eyes*
Anyways! You guys know the routine! REVIEW!!!