Ah, the holidays. I thought I would make this a Christmas chapter! Hope you enjoy…

DRACO'S VP

"Are you sure you're not queer?"

God, I really hope that's the morphine talking from the veins of that horny git. "I'm positive. And anyway, I would never sleep with you. I don't shag people with brown eyes."

"Well, bloody drive a stake thru my heart, queery! And to think I thought you had a nice arse!" Blaise folded his arms. And he looks over to beast boy. "Are you sure he's not queer?"

"Honestly, I wasn't quite sure the first time I met him either, but, your right, it was awful rude of him not to offer to sleep with you."

We all slowly turn and stare at Zane McBeast Boy. "YOU KNOW, since he's bed ridden. Trust me, I've been bed ridden and gets pretty boring!!"

"Well, it still makes me feel rather uncomfortable." Says Lex, as she jumps in-between Zane and I. Honestly, did she think I was going to start a fight in a hospital? Hey, not a bad idea…. "Anyway!!" she says pulling me back to the wall with unrealistic strength. Maybe she saw me smirk… "I think we better get back to the castle, and let Blaise get his rest."

We walk slowly towards the door and Zane follows slowly. I don't know why but I HATE Creighton. Oh! I remember, he BIT me. "Wait! I – I want something- - - "

"For gods sake, none of us will sleep with you!!" Lex turns around and screamed at him, storming up to the foot of his bed. She slammed her hands down on the posts of his bed. "And for the last time-!"

"NO! I get it, no sex! Bad for virgin!! That's not what I was saying!! Can you pick me something up from Honeydukes!!!!!!!!!!?? OH PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!" Zambini said as he shielded his face with his forearm. I couldn't help but laugh!

"Oh, fine." She said as she whipped around and walked out of the hospital room and down the hall. Leaving all three of us behind in the dust.

LEX'S VP

I clear the hair way from my face and keep walking, not waiting for the boys. I still think he's an arse. I walk outside, not waiting still. I walk out the doors, and OH #*! Damn, It is freezing outside!!! Merlin! It's SNOWING!!! I walk over to the receptionist, "Miss, what day is it?" She rolls her eyes and points to a calendar: December 21.

"Finally decide to wait for us, Sis?" Zane practically tackles me and says as I stand still. Veelas DON'T have to move for anyone. Zane goes flying and crashes into a few chairs and a wall. He brushes the drywall off of his jacket and gets back up. "What the HELL was that about!"

"What are you talking about?" I say, and start walking outside, Draco, wide eyed, follows me and grabs my shoulder. "What!?! I didn't do anything! It isn't my fault if he can't stand on his own two feet!" I accidentally start to tense up. I feel the Veela coming out. I shut up and calm down. It's not me. It's not my fault….

"Zane," Draco reaches into his pocket, "Here's 80 galleons, go buy something for Zambini, and something shiny for yourself while you're at it." Zane stands there.

"It's fine, Z, I don't care. I'll be fine." He ties the money to his collar and goes animagus down the rode. Shocking several muggles. I redirect my attention to my blonde, long lost twin, staring me in the face. "What?"

Draco smirks and starts to walk down the rode keeping a slow pace, so I walk next to him. Stride in stride. "I knew it. You had to be… Why didn't you tell me?" he said in the most wholesome voice I've heard out of him.

"Tell you what?" I say, taking 80 galleons out of my pocket, giving to him as payment for Zane.

"You know…" he stops on the side of the rode, "that your Veela…."I don't know what I did but he could tell I was feeling embarrassed, "It- its fine! REALLY! … I am too," He whispers calmly to me.

"Draco, don't lie, its not a pretty thing, and –"

"For VOLDEMORTS SAKE! I AM NOT LIEING!!!" That got quite a few looks, "I AM A VEELA! Look, I don't care anymore! Because I can tell you, and you can tell me about it and it's okay because we understand!! I AM A VEELA!! HEY EVERYONE! DRACO MALFOY IS A VEELA!!" I honest to god thought he was about to burst his lungs.

"Shut up you idiot!!"

"Ah, who cares? I AM DRACO MALFOY AND I AM A VEELA!!!" He threw his arms out above his head and twirled around. Screaming it into the heavens.

I pull him into Knockturn alley mid-yell, "Shut up!!! Do you know what our father will do!?! He'll- he'll—"

"What? Disown me! Then we both will be disowned!! Won't it be wonderful!!"

I can't think of anything else other than kissing him, so this will have to do. I slapped him so hard his face was still red as death eaters chased down the street over an hour later!!

As we keep running and eventually duck into Honeydukes. "I probably, (pant) shouldn't have yelled it quite so (pant) loud." Draco said as he jumped over the cash register counter and hid. While I ran behind him.

"Sorry, (pant) for slapping you so hard (pant)." I extend my hand in hopes of a forgiving handshake. Instead I get a hug. Kind of nice…slightly creepy.

Draco laughs softly and whispers "No harm done. Not until those gits outside find us." I turn and look into a mirror, where I can see the reflection of what's happening outside the window. He starts chuckling as we sit, watching the mayhem we caused.

"What!" I turn to him hysterically, "Do you find genocide a pretty thing?"

He turns to me slowly, slicking his hair back with one hand. He shakes his head and keeps laughing, "If we live thru this, I want you to ask our mother which one of us was born first…It would be more funny though if I was born first…" He says, returning to watching the window. "You have beautiful hair…"

"We have the same hair! Anyway…how do you…"

"What? You were about to say something, what?"

"How do you keep your cravings under control? There I said it." I lean my head back against the hard counter.

He exhales slowly "I never think about it… that much…Okay, fine, Snape gives me a potion. Happy?" he turns his face away from me.

I go to my deep mind. The empty echo-y part. Like…when you talk on a phone, and no one else is there…I think about the times I cried and writhed in pain from the cravings. Draco looks to me. "Why…can I…did I just see your thoughts?"

Then I start thinking the words, pushing them into the echo-y part.

I think a lot in the empty space of my mind. Didn't you know Veelas can share thoughts?

He stares at me and I've heard, but never…experienced.

His words came out fuzzy, and a little hard to hear.

It gets easier… trust me. Hey what are you doing for Christmas? I kinda have a feeling that neither of us will NOW be welcome at Malfoy Manor.

No kidding. We could always stay at…no they hate me. Oh, what about…no, I hate them. Well…

There's always Hogwarts, I mean, I think almost everyone is going way for the holidays, right. No one we know will know we were disowned, right? How bout it! I thought,

He shrugged his shoulders. "What else do we have to lose?" Draco said with a smirk.

DRACO'S VP

Okay, so eventually, we got out of the whole, burning the city down to crispy bacon situation and got back to Hogwarts. We went out to Hogsmead on separate occasions, my sister first, then I at a later time. Mine involved two stops to the local tavern. Today as I sit in my room on Christmas Eve, I am getting dressed for Dumblebore's party. It's for all the family-reject kids who have no place to go over the holiday; AKA: Lex, misfits, freaks, the Golden Trio, and I. Lex has brought out the muggles fascination within me, that my father often oppressed. I am now wearing JEANS. They are surprisingly comfortable. But, I can't seem to find a clean shirt, so I stole one random one from the House Elves Laundry Service. V-neck…nice. Black… even better.

"Hey, Blondie!! Get down here, we were supposed to be there already!!" Screams Lex from the Common Room. Aah, nothing is more comforting, than the sound of siblings watching out for each other.

"I'm coming!" Really, I am. What do you think of how I look? I send in the Veela space. We call it our walkie no-talkie system. I also send a picture of me in the mirror.

So devilishly handsome I could puke. Now lets go! She sends, she's also flipping me off with her mind. Never thought I'd say that. Ever. "Really, what takes you so long?" Lex throws me my cape and we head toward the secret tunnel that leads to the Defense against the dark arts room. From there it's a strait shot to Dumbledore's office.

"You look nice too…well to the point I could puke anyway," I say as we head up the elevator to his office of freaks.

LEX'S VP

I flatten the ruffles in my black dress, and look up to him, "If I had to be disowned with anyone, I'm glad it was you."

I'm glad I said that then, because three more seconds and the golden trio would've been staring us in the face as we said it.

"Malfoy, oi! What are you doing here?! Shouldn't you be at home, cowering in front of your Dad!"? Says Weasley. I hear Draco have a low growl rise from his lowest inner echo-y voice. I put my leg in front of him, before he tries to punch Weasley.

"What, do you have nothing better to do than ruin a party?" Said Harry.

Draco calmed down some and smirked, "Yes Potter, I have nothing better to do than to impose imminent doom upon you Christmas festivities. Now if you don't mind… GET OUT OF MY WAY" Potter stepped aside and bowed as we passed. Hermione grabbed my arm and stopped me, while Draco kept going.

"I hope you don't mind me asking, but, why do you spend so much time with…Malfoy? I mean… its okay if you two are dating or something but—"

"Oh, bloody hell no! We're not dating, we're—"

"Alexandria! Come this way if you don't mind." Draco said raising a glass of sparkling butter beer.

"Look, I have to go, but, we'll talk later, okay?" I didn't wait for a reply; I just headed over for Draco, and a few other Slytherin-fourth-years. "Yes? You wanted something?"

"No."

"Then why-"

"I heard what you were about to say," he turned to me with a serious face.

"Well, what am I supposed to say?" I crossed my arms and leaned back, "Got an answer to that?" He looked down to his drink and had a long pause.

"Lets leave." He sat down his drink and grabbed our cloaks.

"What? No! We just got here! That is so pointless. And-"

"I didn't ask if you wanted to leave. We are leaving." He threw me my cloak and walked toward the door. I followed after him, and caught his arm.

"Wait…what's wrong with you? Is it the whole being disowned thing, because trust me, you get over that pretty qui-"

"Hey! Look who's under the mistletoe!" yelled Ron.

We looked around, and finally I looked up. "I don't see anything! Where are those misfortunate little--" I pull Draco's chin up and redirect his view on the mistletoe. "Oh, shit,"

Will they kiss!? Why did Draco want to leave?! Why am I screaming this?! Really, why? I can't answer these and more unless YOU REVIEW!!!!

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