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Chapter Three – Teaching Malfoy a Lesson

Leo enjoyed attending classes with the rest of the fourth year Hogwarts students. He asked to be included with the Gryffindor schedule since they were the closest thing to his own house. He quickly became friends with Harry, Ron, and Hermione and thus enemies with his brother. His stomach knotted with a longing to get to know his brother, but the knowledge that he was a horrible git made it impossible.

He wandered through the large Library and quickly found the studious Hermione at one of the tables with several large books open. He cleared his throat before casting the translation charm, "Hello, I was wondering if I could join you. What are you working on?"

"I'm working on the potions scroll Snape assigned," she sighed.

"You know I find it interesting that he assigns scrolls when potions are mainly practical. I mean writing about potion ingredients isn't the same as brewing one," Leo sat down at the table across from her.

Soon they were approached by a bashful Krum, "Hello."

"Ah yes a fellow seeker. It's my pleasure to meet you Krum, but I have a feeling you want to be alone with Hermione, so I'll leave." Leo got up and walked back through the stacks and soon bumped into his brother. Apparently one's genes did have an impact on the way one thought. They both decided to be in the library at the same time. He sighed, "Well, I guess we can't stop bumping into one another."

Draco furrowed his brow, "Why are you speaking so clearly?"

Leo met his eyes and smiled, "Translation charm. I really hate sounding stupid because of my accent."

He raised an eyebrow, "I wouldn't say you sounded stupid, but more dignified and snooty, which is a good thing in my book."

Leo shook his head, "Yes and being a pretentious prat is the number one thing in your book. You enjoy the power you have over other people because you lack that power at home and no matter what you do you're never good enough in your father's eyes, am I right?"

Draco's eyes narrowed, "Just because you look like me doesn't mean you know a bleeding thing about me."

"Ah yes, but your response has told me much more than you could imagine, and I'm sure this will enlighten me much more," Leo pulled out his wand and cast a silent Legilimens. His mind was quickly sorting through all of Draco's memories from his childhood. Tears soon formed in his eyes as he realized how horrible Draco childhood really was. He realized Draco noticed him crying in the background of one of his memories of being beaten and cursed by his father for not doing well enough in school. He pulled out and whispered, "I'm sorry."

Draco looked like he was going to spit fire, "What the hell was that?"

Leo placed his hands on his hips and smiled, "I thought you were smart, but then again with a lovely mind like Hermione's, you're probably third, maybe second in your year. I believe you should be familiar with Legilimens, I thought all parents used it on their children. I'm sure you're father's used it on you before. You really should've recognized it, really Malfoy."

"No stupid, I was talking about your tears and apology," Draco growled shaking his hair out of his eyes.

"You really don't feel anything when you see someone hurt, do you? You have no compassion what so ever. I feel so bad for you because you're going to turn into a monster just like your father."

"Why do you act like you know anything about me or my family?"

He shook his head as his long pony tail at the nape of his neck moved back and forth across his back, "I just looked into your mind and saw your memories, remember?"

"How can I forget?" Draco lifted his nose.

"You seem quite capable," Leo smirked. "You tend to forget anything that doesn't pertain to you."

"Are you a pureblood?" Draco demanded.

"Well, not really. I have a little bit of muggle heritage. I guess that makes me more than a half blood but less than a pureblood." He shrugged, "I really don't care. Blood purity doesn't matter to me."

Draco's eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his head, "How could you not value blood purity?"

"Well let's see. I wasn't raised by your prejudice parents and I think for myself. You know, frankly I'm happy I only look like you and I'm not you," Leo shook his head. "I'm sure having all of that wealth is good, but does it make up for the loneliness you felt growing up. Well that's a stupid question. You're not aware of the bloody difference between the way you're raised and the way other families are, like the Weasleys. I'm sure you look down your nose at them because they don't have as much wealth as your family, but what they don't have in wealth they make up for in love for each other and some would say their love is priceless in the scheme of things."

"You're pathetic. Do you think they can live on love?" Draco rolled his eyes.

"Yeah Draco, it's something you could never understand because of the way you were raised. You were raised in a large mansion and I'm sure it had a huge table where the three of you sat and barely talked." Draco stood there with wide eyes as Leo continued with his monologue, "You arrived at Hogwarts hoping to find your fame. So you found your goons that would listen to you without question. You wanted your father to be proud of you but instead he was disappointed that a muggleborn was the top of your class and that she beat you at everything but flying. Well, that's okay, I'm sure you've had to put up with Harry being a better seeker than you. Hell, I'm probably a better seeker than you, too bad they aren't having any games because of the tournament."

Draco pulled out his wand, "You'll pay for that statement."

Leo raised an eyebrow, "Really?"

Draco began to pop off curse after curse, but Leo was quicker with his nonverbal shielding charm. He waited until Draco was tired enough to cast Expelliarmus and caught Draco's wand. He raised an eyebrow when he realized it was very similar to his wand except his was 10 and half inches long. They were both made of Hawthorn and he would guess that Draco's had a Unicorn hair for its core as well. It was scary how much alike the two of them really were.

Draco paled, "Give me back my wand, now."

"You know I just realized something dear Draco. You're wand is quite similar to mine. I wonder if it will work for me as well as it works for you," Leo pocketed his wand with a smile and held Draco's. He shot a Jelly-leg Jinx quickly followed by a full body bind. He couldn't help but laugh when Draco fell to the ground as stiff as a board. He walked toward Draco's body and placed the wand back in his robe pocket and patted it, "Here you go. I figured you'd probably want you're wand back. Just so you know, I think you needed some time to think about your actions for a bit. I'm not a bully Draco, but it's apparent you hate yourself enough to take it out on others. You should really work on your daddy issues and stop picking on others."

Leo knew he was probably going a little too far but couldn't help it. He took out his wand and levitated Draco to the top of one of the book shelves. He shook his head as he walked back over to where he left Hermione. He knew, he'd just made enemies with his dear twin brother, but the boy deserved it after all. He shook his head knowing it wasn't going to teach the prat anything. Sadly he feared nothing was going to get through Draco until he finally gets a taste of reality. That wouldn't occur until after he was under the thumb of the Dark Lord. Then he'll quickly realize that things aren't as great as his father has painted them all his life. He noticed she was alone again, so he sat across from her. "So, I see you've moved on to the Transfiguration homework."

She looked up and smiled, "Yes, where did you go off to?"

He smiled, "Promise not to tell your headmaster or my headmistress?"

She raised an eyebrow, "What did you do?"

"Well, Draco started it really. He's the one that pulled out his wand and started firing curses at me. It's not my fault that I'm the better dueler out of the two of us. Is it just me or is he the biggest tosser at this school?"

Hermione chuckled, "Well he has his moments. What did you do to him?"

He raised his eyebrows and attempted to appear innocent, "What makes you think I did anything?"

She laughed, "You forget that my two best friends are both Gryffindor males. What did you do?"

"Well, let's just say he's on top of his reading," he chuckled and held up his hands, "You are the brightest witch of our age. Well, just a jelly-leg jinx followed by a full body bind and I levitated him to the top of one of the bookshelves after giving him back his wand, so he should be able to levitate himself back down after the bind wears off."

She gasped, "You didn't."

He nodded, "I did. Maybe he'll think next time before he tries to bully someone. Did I mention that I don't like bullies? I have run into quite a few of them at the academy and well they quickly learned not to mess with me. I'm one to stand up for others as well and really Draco shouldn't be picking on such a bright witch just because you don't fit his blood superiority ideals." He pounded his fist against the table, "I say good riddance to blood purity. I mean if you compare it to muggle Royalty from the dark ages through the Victorian era then one can see the effects of limiting the gene pool. I mean why do you think squibs appear in pureblood families more than half blood ones? We need muggleborn witches and wizards to add diversity to our genetics."

She shook her head, "You're very different from the boy you resemble."

He sighed, "Yeah well, he and I were raised very differently. Unfortunately, he is the product of the venomous environment he was raised in. I'd never want a father like Lucius Malfoy. Did I mention that I also peered within the depths of that poor boy's depraved mind?"

"You used Legilimens on him?" Her brown eyes filled with surprise.

He nodded again and grimaced, "Yeah, the poor boy has it bad at home. I'm not going to say it's your fault, but I can see why he likes to take things out on you. His father is never too happy with him when you've beaten him at school. I guess part of him hopes by belittling you, he will throw you off your game, claim the number one spot, and perhaps his father will finally be proud of him."

She shook her head, "That's horrible."

"Yes but isn't Harry an example of people overcoming their home environment?" He raised an eyebrow.

She swallowed, "Yes but that's different because he's able to use his magical abilities to threaten them. They've treated him better since after his first year. Draco doesn't really have a way to protect himself from his father, does he?"

It was Leo's turn to swallow hard, "You know I never thought about that. Maybe I should teach him how to cast a shield charm. Perhaps if he gets enough practice he'll be able to block the Cruciatus. Do you want to come with me when I bring him down?"

She furrowed her brow, "Do you think that's a good idea?"

He shrugged, "Maybe he won't over react and attempt to cruse me to death?"

She chuckled, "I doubt it. You've made him feel weak and he hates feeling powerless."

He sighed, "You're probably right." He pointed his wand at the top of the bookshelf he'd placed Draco. Soon he was levitating him back to the ground. He muttered the counter curse and stared into the angry eyes of Draco Malfoy. He held out his wand, "Now, now Malfoy before you try to curse me into oblivion, remember that I'm the better dueler. However, I'm willing to teach you how to cast the protection shield so that you can protect yourself from your father's curses."

Draco furrowed his brow, "Why would I need your help?"

"I saw the reason why you act the way you do, remember?" Leo approached his twin brother and placed his hand on his shoulder and squeezed.

Draco looked him in the eyes, "Why'd you just do that?"

He sighed, "It's because I can tell you needed it. You're parents don't hug you or show you physical affection at all, do they?"

Draco's eyes turned into a maelstrom of emotion, "A Malfoy never shows weakness."

Leo shook his head, "Boy, am I glad I'm not a damn Malfoy. I'd probably look like I have a stick up my ass like you do. I couldn't imagine having to maintain that indifferent proud face no matter what. Do you ever laugh or actually smile?"

He shook his head, "Only when Potter fails."

Leo's eyes twinkled, "So, tell me have you ever felt happy before?"

Draco lowered his head for a moment and his shoulders slumped. He whispered, "No."

Leo couldn't stand it. Draco might be his older brother and he was unable to tell him that, but there was no way he was going to allow him to continue to suffer the way he was. He pulled Draco into a tight hug and lifted him in the air before setting him back on the ground. He chuckled at Draco's surprised face, "I'm French, you should be happy I didn't kiss both of your cheeks. We tend to be very touchy feely people, after all."

Draco shook his head, "I don't know what to make of you. I mean you look like a cross between me and my father. We look exactly alike in the face except you look happy and smile all of the time. You make fun and almost act like one of the Weasley twins, but you also have the same color of hair as me and it's the same length as my father. You even wear it back like him."

He chuckled, "Who knows maybe I'm you're long lost twin brother." Leo mentally sighed, that was the thing about the tongue tied curse. If one joked about the truth one could still say it, but only if it was certain the other person wouldn't believe it.

Draco silently chuckled, "Yeah I wish I had a twin brother. Maybe then there wouldn't be so much pressure on me."

Leo shook his head, "Knowing the type of man your father is, he probably would've killed your twin if you had one. I mean do you think he'd really allow the possibility of the Malfoy estate being split between two heirs? I don't think so. Plus he wouldn't be able to control two children as easily as he could control one. I think I'd rather be alive and myself than dead and your twin."

Draco looked at him seriously, "You know, you're right. I guess its better that you're a stranger that just happens to look like me than my twin. I just sometimes wish I could do something that would make him proud of me. I'm tired of being such a disappointment."

Leo pinched the bridge of his nose, "The question isn't what you can do to ensure you're father is proud of you as much as how far are you willing to go to make him proud. Would you be willing to join the Death Eaters and kill a man? Would you be willing to rape and kill muggles while you participate in Death Eater rites? Would you willingly serve a madman?"

Draco's face paled, "Do you think I'd have to do that to finally obtain my father's approval?"

"You know you're aunt Bellatrix is in Azkaban, right?" Draco nodded his head. "Do you know why she's there?"

Draco muttered, "No."

"You're aunt tortured a pure blood couple into insanity. They never cracked under the Cruciatus curse because they were Gryffindors, but did you know they had a year old son? A child only a little bit older than Harry Potter. He may not have been made an orphan like Harry but he lost his parents around the same time. I know you're so willing to tease Harry about him growing up never knowing his parents. Is it because you're jealous that his mother loved him enough to die to protect him? Do you think you're mother would've done the same thing for you?"

Draco's eyes darkened and he growled, "Why'd you have to bring up Potter?"

Leo sighed, "Because no matter how horrible you're life is at least you still have both of your parents. Harry never knew his parents because they died before he was old enough to remember them. The other boy has his parents but seeing them at St. Mungo's has to be painful because they don't know who he is and probably are unresponsive. Think about how many more people will die if your father gets his way? Blood purity means the genocide of anyone who cannot prove that they are half blood or more. Also did you know that the dark lord he serves is a bloody hypocrite? He might be the heir of Slytherin but he's a half blood, and why do so many supposedly superior purebloods serve him including your crazy aunt Bella? The reason is because they're afraid of him. He's so ruthless that he'd kill his own followers. You don't want to be under that man's thumb."

Draco's eyes widened, "How do you know all of that?"

Leo eyes flashed, "I read Draco. You should really try it sometime. You can find out many things from books. Also checking many different sources for information gives you the opportunity to piece together a non biased view."

Draco shook his head, "Wow, you really are like a male version of Hermione except not a Mudblood."

Leo smacked Draco across the back of the head, "I really wanted to hex you into oblivion but I figured smacking you the muggle way might work well enough to get your attention. You should really stop using that stupid word. You're better than your father. I know you are."

Draco glared, "Why do you care?"

Leo rolled his eyes, "I look just like you. What do you think happens to me when you do something stupid? I frankly don't like being mistaken for you. You're such an annoying little ferret. You know if you don't watch yourself someone might actually turn you into one and put you down one of your body guard's pants. How would you like to see the inside of Crabbe or Goyle's pants?" Draco paled and looked sick at the memory causing Leo to chuckle, "Oh I forgot Mad-Eye already did that, didn't he? I believe it was for you being a sniveling coward and trying to curse Harry when his back was turned. Now I don't remember whose pants did he put you down?"

Draco smirked trying to cover up his ill feeling, "He didn't put me in anyone's pants, I'm a Malfoy no one would be stupid enough to do that to me."

Leo rolled his eyes, "Keep up that attitude and you'll find out how far that name will really protect you. Just remember I'm willing to teach you how to protect yourself from your father's curses, however I'm not willing to teach you until you've shown some improvement. As long as you're acting like a git, I will not teach you."

Hermione pulled on Leo's arm, "I think we should go to dinner. Let's let him stew."

Leo shook his head and followed her out of the library leaving Draco standing there staring into space.

A/N: I know I made Draco a sniveling coward, but he kind of shows himself that way in the fourth book. I know Leo seems to know a little too much, but I'm playing on the twin connection possibility. I will get through the fourth book quickly as I'm concentrating on Leo's perspective. This will continue through to the final book. I've done a bit of an edit to this chapter as someone had complained about the sophistry and soap box jumping. Leo's opinionated but I did trim the chapter down a bit. What does sophistry mean anyway? I'm American and we don't use that word. Is it similar to sophisticated?