Harry Malfoy was adopted

Harry Malfoy was adopted. He slumped into his chair, as he looked at Lucius Malfoy, the man who had taken him in and cared for him unconditionally. Always bought him the best broom over Draco, his real son. He wondered why. Though he didn't question Lucius's decision he knew better. How ever he had to question something.

"Do you know who my father is?" He asked biting his lip. He had known there was a reason that he was jet haired and his eyes were silver like the rest of the family but the hair thing…that he knew for sure was out of order. It was out of sync with the usual Malfoy combo of platinum blond hair and deep silver eyes.

"Voldemort."

"WHAT?" He asked unable to hide his surprise so that even Lucius Malfoy gave him a small smile that showed amusement.

"You'll do well to remember your manners Harold." He said in a pleasured tone though if Draco ever did anything like that he'd be yelled at constantly. Draco was supposed to be the perfect Malfoy. Harry simply was not. He was Lucius's joy. That made Draco insanely jealous.

"Anyways, he isn't your real father. In truth it is James Potter but you were born only because Voldemort wanted you. James Potter and your mother conceived you the night after your mother and I conceived Draco and exactly a year later Jeisa the daughter with his wife was conceived." He said as if it didn't bother him that his wife had slept with someone other than him.

This forced Harry to wonder if his mother was some type of a whore.

Harry didn't know that James Potter didn't know that a child had resulted from their encounter together. He didn't know that the Potter line was now directly linked with the Black line, which was linked with the Malfoy line. If he did James Potter would have blown his top, even if his best friend was a Black.

"It does not matter who your blood parents are Harry. You're the only son I've ever loved. I didn't expect to love you. I expected to hate you. When Voldemort told me of the orders he gave to Narcissa to seduce James Potter slowly I was shocked, and angry. I was angrier when he said that I was to take care of you. To me you were just a child born out of marriage, a bastard if you will. Though the way you shouted my name as your first word, and your first steps were towards me, you looked at me first not your mother, and you grabbed my pinky first, and you kissed me first. You somehow managed to worm your way into my heart, in a way Draco had never been able to. He was younger than you by 30 minutes even if he was conceived earlier, to me he was already a failure, even if you weren't my blood, you weren't a Malfoy I felt that perhaps for someone of your caliber and power I could make an exception."

"Besides Draco said Mum first…how utterly common." He said giving a small chuckle at the memory of a platinum blond baby with curls yelling Mama at him. He'd had long hair at the time and he had cut it that very day after Draco's uncanny declaration that he thought Lucius was his mother.

Harry's first words had been incredibly different. He had been incredibly different. Lucius had simply been walking past his crib when he heard a loud shriek and his name being called. He'd walked back out of curiosity and stared at Harry while he shouted his name over and over again. Eventually Lucius had picked him up as he did with Draco and immediately Harry had stopped. It had been an instant connection oddly enough.

Harry, the present seventeen-year-old version, laughed and agreed with Lucius joyfully while he was allowed to do more things than Draco he wasn't much different from the arrogant, beautiful, cunning and sly Draco. Harry was extremely well built; he was keeper for the Slytherin team and was thinking of switching over to seeker so that he could stop that blasted Weasley girl from snatching it from Draco all the time, he was extremely good with the ladies, and tended to woo them by dancing with them, an odd technique that always worked, he had the same personality, and had a tendency to walk on the moon. He was always pleased with himself.

"OI DRACO!" He heard a voice, female, call and shook himself out of his thoughts of an evil, ugly, dead Draco. It was extremely unfair that someone as unworthy as him got to hold the Malfoy name proudly. He looked to his father giving him a small signal and watched as his father returned the signal so he could leave towards the female voice to beat Draco in yet another physical aspect.

"Daphne!" He heard Draco's voice call happily. Harry ran downstairs and smiled brightly at Daphne giving her a small wink and a wave and simply nodding towards his half brother.

"Draco." He said and then bowed as he continued to greet Daphne. "Daphne."

"It's pointless Harry go snog Hermione." Hermione Zabini was the love child of Blaise Sr. and a Muggle broad. He'd sensed her incredible magical potential and raised her as a Zabini, gorgeous, leggy, and incredibly smart sadly she never put the smarts to use and kept reading horrific novels with skeletons on the covers. Recently she had a craze of understanding more of the Muggle world…seeing as how half of her was from that side of the coin, to use an expression. His wife had been extremely displeased to find out that Hermione was not hers seeing as how he had used an incredibly hard charm to transfer Hermione's fetus into her uterus where Blaise Jr. was already growing happily.

"You know I don't touch Muggle blood." Harry said rolling his eyes.

"Daphne will you accompany me to somewhere far away?" Draco asked holding his hand out as Daphne took it.

"Sorry Harry I'm going with Draco. We have business to discuss." Daphne said waving as they walked out Harry felt a slight disappointment. He didn't like Daphne, of course not, but not beating Draco at obtaining Daphne belittled him. Though really there was no hope for him. Draco, Daphne and Pansy were some of the closest friends. Since Draco had never been loved by his father he'd seeked "love" elsewhere. Needless to say Daphne and Pansy often offered him that love from the moment they shook hands declaring the end of cooties at the age of nine. Though when it came down to marriage it would be hard for all three of them unless one of them managed to find love elsewhere. They were somewhat dependent on each other and they all were firm believers in finding love once. They all thought they'd found it in each other. To use Hermione's sayings it was a very Archie, Betty and Veronica situation. The Reggie? Harry. The Cheryl? Tracey and the brainiac Lois? Hermione but way prettier. They even had two of the buff guys. Crabbe and Goyle. The problem?

They weren't as innocent as the gang in Riverdale.

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Daphne Greengrass looked to Draco amiably. It was rare now that she got to spend time with him alone. She knew she wouldn't get it often, which was why she had turned down Harry's offer to go out with him instead. She wondered what Draco was thinking. If he was thinking about Pansy…he probably was but she decided not to ask him for fear that he might change his decision.

"So how's your summer been? You know we should be at the station now."

"You know I'm going by floo later."

"Me too." She said nodding as if she'd just remembered. The truth was she wanted him to see her before he picked. The time was coming. Either her or Pansy would be engaged to him at the end of their seventh year, engaged to being Mrs.Malfoy. Daphne would be lying if she said she didn't want him to pick her over Pansy. They'd both been with him; heck they'd both been with him together before. She shuddered at the thought. It had been an experiment gone awry. She'd ended up leaving on a broom naked. Pansy had always been quite dominating and obviously she had dominated Draco. Which had left Daphne extremely disappointed and mad at the two of them. They'd convinced her to forgive the two of them, eventually.

"Is there any reason you wanted to talk to me Daphne?" He asked with no emotion in his tone.

"Nothing really Draco. Just wanted to see my best friend."

"So I'm just your best friend?" He asked slowly letting the disappoint have no hiding spot in his voice.

"You tell me." She said shaking her head. She didn't know why she'd come anymore. He always managed to get her all…confused and lost. One of the reasons she loved him actually.

"God Daphne is this all we're going to talk about? You haven't stopped since summer started." He said sounding incredibly tired. If he weren't so immaculately dressed and made up you'd think he had stayed up all night.

"There's only a year left Draco. I can't handle it. It's getting to me. You don't love me. You don't." She said softly biting her lip so that her tears wouldn't come out. Somehow her biting only seemed to encourage the tears to leak out of the creases in her eyes.

She felt the warmth of his hand closing around hers.

"It'll be okay Daphne. I don't know myself right now. All right? So don't you start putting thoughts into my head." He said obviously confused himself. Instinctively she leaned into his hold on her as they walked around the streets.

"Are you sure?" She asked meekly as if not believing him. She raised her eyes up delicately and looked at him as he stared down at her, an amused smile gracing his face and at that moment he looked much like Lucius Malfoy when he smiled. He didn't know that though. He never had the satisfaction of seeing his father smile at him.

"I'm sure Daphne. Though really you shouldn't worry even if I don't love you I'm quite sure Harry does." He said regarding the moment back at his house.

"Oh do shut up. I don't like him at all. He makes fun of you. Which is a definite no no in my book."

"Oh is it now?" He asked in a sarcastic tone but the pleased look on his face was enough to make her act like a shy bride before straightening up and reverting back to her strong Slytherin self.

"You shut up too…and I want coffee. Now. Lets go." She said acting more like her normal, fierce, untrustworthy self. Draco was glad that she had let it go. He really didn't want to think about it anymore.

His life was tough as it was without worrying about the two fighting over him as usual.

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Hermione Zabini looked at the parents in front of her and cocked her head sideways.

"Correct me if I'm wrong but you're not wearing suits." She said looking at her real mother and her real mother's husband.

"Oh no we're not." Her mother said to her smiling nervously. The man she had slept with once had told her that his daughter, and apparently hers, could cast a spell that was perfectly legal and could kill them in a second.

"I read that all respectable Muggle people wear suits and jewelry. You look like evil nifflers."

"Well we're in our lab coats we're going to go work on some people's teeth soon that's why." The husband answered looking at his nervous wife. He hadn't even known fetus transplants were possible.

"Well…do you like take your clothes of then for entertainment?"

"Excuse me?" Her mother asked shocked.

"It's just that my dad said you were a 'stripper' correct me if I said it wrong." Hermione said rather bluntly turning her head the other way. No they still didn't look quite respectable to her.

"I'm married now I don't need to. I'm Mrs. Granger now not Ms.Latoy."

"Yes well that was obvious from your range of clothing. My father said you wore lots of chains before. Whatever. I don't like you. So obviously I don't want to spend time with you leave me alone." She dictated pointing to the door.

"This is our house though!" The father exclaimed and so tiredly Hermione waved her wand and pointed it to them. She was tired of explaining this bit to them over and over.

"If you'd like to die in said house go right ahead but I think you should leave me alone. It's the better choice trust me. I am your stepdaughter after all. You should honor my advice in some sort right?" She said and watched them look at each other in a defeated manner and walk out the door obediently. Slowly she watched her father come in after them. She turned away from him. He was the reason she was doing this to prove that somehow he was lying. Obviously like usual he wasn't.

"Did you satisfy your curiosity by meeting them?" He asked scared of his own daughters temper. At times he wondered if she would have done well in Gryffindor. She certainly had a temper like one. Then he remembered her cleverly devised plots to humiliate her classmates. That was obviously a Slytherin trait.

"Obviously not. Did you see the white color of her skin?"

"Darling it doesn't matter."

"YES IT DOES DAD." She said looking at herself in the mirror. She was so pale compared to her father. Sometimes she'd slap herself a hundred times just to look like him slightly. When they saw her they automatically assumed she was a Bones, or a Greengrass, not a Zabini.

"Darling how many times have I told you we don't care what color skin you have." He said exasperated with his insistent daughter who had started slapping herself again. He walked over to her holding her hands in his.

"Listen love…whatever happens. Blaise and I will always be there for you. We don't care how you look. Your mother doesn't either, she says she doesn't love you but I know better. Just remember your family is here they don't care if you're not all pure."

"I just feel bad…" She said softly looking at herself in the mirror. It was one of the reasons she hated the gorgeous image. If she simply had Nubian skin she'd be one of the happiest people on earth. However she looked Scottish with her pale freckled face, and light brown hair.

"It's not your fault Hermione. You were going to be born either ways. I just made a mistake and…"

"No dad. It's not. I shouldn't be here. I'm not supposed to be here!"

"No not like this. But you are here now aren't you? There seems to be nothing we can do. So just leave it alone Hermione. It is just skin."

Yet the skin seemed to rule her life. Everywhere she went she felt bad when she looked at her reflection in other people's shocked eyes.

"All right Dad." She said softly

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A/N: Thanks for reading guys!! I hope you enjoyed it!! Thanks to my sole commenter for Chapter Two lozpopz!!

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Previews for the next Chapter

"Uh sorry Neville…um I'll just um. Yeah.."

"No mum…please no mum."

"ANYONE COMES NEAR ME HE DIES!"

"I'll miss you Sirius Black."

"Darling…it would never have worked out between us, incest of this sort is illegal in the UK."