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Chapter 11

Delilah

Delilah walked up the stairs to the Astronomy Tower.

After she had left the common room she went to the library, and spent the remaining time there, trying to read a bit for History of Magic. But every time she found her thoughts drifting off to her 'appointment' later that night.

After a while she just gave up on trying to read and stared into the empty space before her. She must have looked pretty scary, because some first year students ran away after looking at her.

When Delilah had finally moved again, the library was empty, except for her. What it meant that it was probably after curfew and close to midnight. And that meant that she would have to go and try to get to the Astronomy Tower without being seen by Filch, Mrs. Norris or any of the teachers.

She was almost there, slowly she walked up the stairs. Once upstairs, she opened the door, holding her breath slightly. Just before she left the library she had thought about the possibility that there might be a class for their Astronomy lesson, looking at the stars that night.

But when Delilah opened the door, there was nobody. She sighed in relief.

Delilah took a deep breath, enjoying the fresh October air.

It was a beautiful night; every possible star in the universe was there.

Oh, how many times had she looked up to the sky, hoping that she would hear something from her parents, about them coming to France, or that she would come here.

And now she was here, feeling perfectly content, but still, keeping a secret from her new found friends.

But that was about to change, she was going to tell Ginny, and then she would ask her real parents if it was ok to tell the others, and maybe even Draco.

She wondered why he was so mean.

Something was wrong with Draco, well, not exactly wrong, but he had changed the last couple of weeks. It looked like he had more colour on his cheeks, and at dinner she could have sworn he was actually smiling.

Delilah looked on the watch her parents had given her for her birthday last year.

It was five minutes past midnight now, and there was no sign of Ginny yet.

Just as she thought it, the door opened, revealing a blushing Ginny.

'I'm so sorry!' Ginny said while walking to Delilah, leaving the door open behind her.

'Something…came….up.' She said, picking her words carefully.

Delilah just nodded; it was like she suddenly had lost the ability to speak.

'It's a beautiful night tonight, isn't it?' Ginny asked, smiling widely at the moon, and then turning to Delilah.

'Yeah...' Delilah choked out. 'Yes, it is, it is indeed beautiful.' Delilah said when she actually regained control of her voice.

She looked at the red headed girl curiously. 'Why are you in such a good mood?'

Ginny shrugged, still smiling.

'Nothing' she said innocently. 'The big question here is why are you so secret about having a brother?'

Delilah suddenly felt the big lump in her throat again.

Draco

He can't…

Yes, he can...

No, he can't...

Why not? He can!

Draco sighed and let himself fall on the sofa in the Slytherin common room.

Why couldn't he stop thinking about Hermione? This afternoon was perfect, just perfect.

He had never met a girl like her, why hadn't he noticed her before?

He sat up and let his head rest in his hands.

Of course he had noticed her before, especially after the Yule Ball last year, where she was with that flatfoot Viktor, apparently kissing in the bushes too.

But this time it was different, he wanted to do more than kiss her, he wanted to talk to her too, make her laugh.

Draco feared this new feeling, love made people do the strangest things.

He got up to get a piece of parchment out of his schoolbag; he wanted to talk to Hermione right now.

Draco scribbled something on the piece of paper and walked out of the common room, on his way to the Owl Wing.

There was no one left in the common room, except for some sleepy first and second years, so he wasn't bothered with questions about where he was going.

Draco got to the wing without being noticed, and he whistled for his owl.

Immediately a brown eagle owl flew down, Draco stroked his feathers and the bird nibbled on Draco's fingers.

He tied the small piece of parchment to the owls' leg.

'Find her.' He whispered to the owl. 'And stay there until she answers.' The owl blinked once, as if he tried to say he understood and took off.

Draco watched his owl fly away.

He turned and walked out of the owl wing. On his way to where he would meet her. Well, where he hoped he would meet her.

Hermione

Hermione just wanted to go to bed when she heard a mysterious ticking noise. She turned to see a beautiful owl just sitting on the windowsill. It looked like he was carrying something for her. She had a vague idea about whose owl it was, and it excited her to see what Draco had to say to her.

She let the owl in, and took the piece of parchment from his claw.

There was something hastily scribbled down:

Hermione,

Please meet me outside Great Hall.

I need to see you…

Send me an answer.

Love,

Draco

Hermione smiled. She had enjoyed the afternoon, she had enjoyed talking to Ginny and she would certainly enjoy this evening with Draco. Just he and she, and she knew exactly where they would go.

Draco,

I will meet you tonight,

Wait for me outside the Great Hall,

Love,

Hermione

She wrote it on the other side of the paper and tied it to the owls claw. She stroked his brown feathers before she opened the window again and the bird could fly out. Looking forward to her 'date'.

Ten minutes later Hermione walked down the stairs, carefully looking around every corner, to see if there was anybody who could catch her. But the whole way to the Great Hall was Filch, Mrs. Norris and teacher free.

When she arrived at the Great Hall she found Draco standing outside.

'Hi' Hermione said. 'I got your long letter.' She smiled.

Draco smiled at her too, and pulled her closer. 'Don't I get a kiss?' he asked.

'Depends.' Hermione said teasing.

'On what?' Draco asked while raising an eyebrow.

'On why you needed to see me.'

Draco kissed her. Leaving Hermione breathless when he pulled away. 'That is why I wanted to see you.'

'Honestly Draco, is that why you pulled me out of my safe common room, risking getting caught with you?'

Draco chuckled.

'Sort of, and I wanted to talk to you.' He added, sounding more serious now. 'I treated you like scum for years, and I really don't know you at all! But I want to get to know you.'

Hermione cringed at the thought of the many years of torture.

'I want to know you too, Draco. But can't we do it somewhere more… private?' Hermione asked.

'You got an idea, Granger?'

Draco saw her eyes twinkling at his question.

Delilah

Delilah swallowed a few times before she opened her mouth.

'Before I start, I want you to promise me you won't freak out, and that you won't tell anyone about this.'

Ginny nodded.

'Please let me speak, please don't interrupt me, because this is hard enough without it. I haven't told anyone.'

Ginny nodded again.

Delilah turned, so she wouldn't have to face Ginny.

'I wasn't born alone; I have a twin… a brother. But the time I was born, it wasn't right. It wasn't safe, for anybody.' Delilah turned again to face Ginny.

She looked like she wanted to say something, but as she promised she didn't interrupt she just nodded.

'My parents thought it wouldn't be safe for me to grow up in that sort of environment, so they sent me to France, where I stayed with some distant relatives. I went to school in France, Beauxbatons. I loved it there, but after the return of You-Know-Who they decided it wasn't safe there either, and they got me back. First they didn't want to get me back, even when he wasn't there, because they knew how much I liked it in France. But last summer they brought me home, and sent me here.'

Delilah sighed at the memory of meeting Draco for the first time.

'That's when I met my twin brother. He doesn't know he has a sister, and my parents don't know how he will react to this news, and I don't know if he will ever get to know this. I do hope so, because when I met him, he wasn't very nice. When I got here, at Hogwarts, I didn't hear anything nice about my family. I haven't even told my parents about what house I'm in. I'm afraid they will take me away from here.'

Delilah took a deep breath, she knew that after the next part Ginny would be able to fill in the missing pieces and come to a conclusion.

'You see, Ginny. My family always gets sorted into Slytherin.'

Ginny opened her mouth; though she didn't look shocked or mad.

'Permission to speak?' Delilah smiled and nodded.

'You're Draco Malfoy's twin sister.' Ginny said matter of factly.

Both of the girls turned their heads towards the door. They had heard something, but it was silent again, after that.

Delilah turned so she faced Ginny again.

'Yes, I am.'

'It only makes sense.' Ginny shrugged.

Delilah raised an eyebrow. 'How come?'

'Delilah, come on, you look exactly like Mal- I mean... Draco, the only difference is that you are a bit tanned, and Draco is so pale he almost looks like a vampire. Your name starts with a 'D' his start with a 'D'. It's kind of obvious right?'

Delilah looked at Ginny in amazement. She had just revealed her biggest secret, and all she had to say was that it's 'kind of obvious?'

'That's all?' Delilah asked.

'I'm sorry Delilah! But it's understandable that you didn't get sorted into Slytherin, you've grown up in such a different way than Draco! I figure it must have been hell for Draco; getting raised by a Death Eater. I think you might think yourself lucky to not have been raised by them.' Ginny said, considering each word, trying not to insult Delilah.

But Delilah wasn't one to feel insulted. She had heard enough stories about her family, and even worse; she believed most of them.

'It's ok, I understand. Shall we go now? Please don't tell anybody about this. Draco doesn't know, and I don't know how he will respond to this.' Delilah asked pleading.

Ginny just nodded.

They were almost near the Gryffindor tower when Delilah remembered Ginny's face when she got to the Astronomy Tower this evening.

'So, what were you so happy about?' Delilah asked Ginny.

Ginny immediately blushed again.

'Harry sort of kissed me. We were alone in the common room, Hermione had gone to the girls dormitory to read a book in peace, all of the other girls had already gone to bed, and Ron had gone to bed too, after a long Quidditch practice.'

Ginny smiled.

'That's when it happened. He was suddenly there, telling me that he couldn't stop thinking about me, and if it was ok if we could go to Hogsmeade together next time, after I agreed he asked if he could kiss me. And well, he did. I'm so happy! He's been my crush for years now, and all of the sudden, there he is, asking me if he could kiss me!'

'That's great Ginny! So you're a couple?' Delilah asked.

Ginny's smiled even wider.

'Yes, I am Harry Potter's girlfriend.'

Draco

'Where the hell are we, Granger?'

Hermione just simply smiled. Draco looked around in disbelief.

Hermione had led him to the 7th floor, where she had told him to stand still and not say a word.

She had started walking up and down, wearing a look of concentration. And after a while a door had appeared out of nowhere.

Hermione wanted him to enter, he hesitated, he was always taught not to trust what you didn't know. But Hermione pushed him inside, and before he could blink he was standing in the warm room.

A fire burned in the fireplace, books sat on shelves and a cosy couch and some chairs stood around the fireplace.

'This is my…place.' Hermione said, sitting down on the couch.

'You're place?' Draco asked.

Hermione nodded. 'Yes, I feel perfectly content here. I discovered it this morning, when I wanted to be alone for a bit. It's just perfect, I love the colours, the decorations and most important the books.'

Draco walked to the shelves and read the back of one of the books. He didn't recognize the writer.

'What kind of books are these? I don't know them.'

Hermione blushed. 'They're romantic novels written by Muggle authors. Most of them are pretty famous in the Muggle world. But I have never had the chance to actually read them. But I started onone this morning, and it's really good. You should try one too.'

Draco shrugged. But he didn't tell Hermione what he thought; instead he asked her something else.

'What's it about?'

Hermione eyes began to sparkle, as they always did when she started to talk about a book.

Draco loved that about her, he had thought it annoying at first, but soon he had found it amazing that she could talk so much about books and never grow bored.

'It's romantic; it's about a girl, Elizabeth, and her sisters, Jane, Mary, Kitty and Lydia. At a ball they meet this eligible bachelor, Mr. Bingley.'

Draco snorted at that name, 'Bingley'

Draco stopped when Hermione glared at him.

'Sorry, please continue.' He said, seriously, trying not to think of the name.

'As I was saying, the girls meet Mr. Bingley at the ball and he notices Elizabeth's oldest sister, Jane, and they hit it off right away. Mr. Bingley also has a friend, Mr. Darcy who is very mean, and stubborn. That's all I read so far.' Hermione sighed.

Both of them were silent for a while.

Draco turned his head to the book shelf again and took a book called: ''Northanger Abbey''

'Do you know this one?' Draco asked, holding the book up.

Hermione shook her head. 'No, I have heard about it though.'

Draco sat down next to Hermione.

'Well, I'll go and read this. And we can swap books when we're both finished.'

Hermione smiled. 'That would be great!'

Draco threw the book on the chair next to him and sat back.

'Come here' he said.

Hermione smile grew even wider as she snuggled into Draco's chest.

'Tell me something about yourself, Hermione. I want to get to know you.'

And with that Hermione started talking, about her parents, her old friends, going to school at a Muggle school and doing things she couldn't explain. About how happy she was when she discovered she was a witch.

It was around 2 in the morning before Hermione stopped talking and yawned. Draco had closed his eyes while listening to Hermione, finding her voice exceptionally comforting.

Without noticing they both drifted off into a deep and comfortable sleep with dreams full of books, 19th century clothing and Mr. Bingley.