Gemini Malfoy (a Harry Potter OC)

Subterfuge

All rights go to J.K Rowling and all that jazz, I've only made Gems story.

Mostly follows the movies with some aspects of the books.

Includes some amount of swearing and violence.

I don't make a big or small deal about any characters "coming out", it's a cinematic universe without heteronormativity.

*Starts in Order of the Phoenix*

I watch Draco tentatively move his knight back a few squares and sigh. He was usually an offensive player, it's why I especially love watching him overthink each move against me. "Queen to E6." I instruct.

The shiny black piece glides forwards on it's throne, and Draco leans in to think for far too long. Finally he speaks. "Rook to—"

"No." I interrupt, my eyes stuck on the marble lining of the fireplace, enjoying the light flicker of fire bouncing off its surface.

"Why not?" He scowls at the impatiently waiting pieces.

"Because it's protecting your Queen you bell end;" I look at him pointedly, "and what's your Queen protecting?"

Draco looks at the board, mumbling something begrudgingly. "Fine then, pawn to E—"

"It's check in 3 moves." He rolls his eyes, as frustrated as he usually gets at this point in the game. "Check mate in 5."

He observes our game for a moment knowing I'm right, then slumps back in defeat. "I hate you."

A genuine smile finds its way to my face. "To the moon and back little brother." Content, I stand up, knocking over his king for good measure.

"We're the same age." He bickers, pushing himself out of his chair to follow me upstairs.

"I'm taller." I shout over my shoulder.

He pauses to guffaw on the stairs. "No, you're not."

"Well I was until last year you... ostrich."

"Gemini, Draco." Mother speaks softly from an open door down the hall, stopping us both in our tracks.

"Sorry about the noise, forgot what time it was." Draco replies.

"That's alright dear, your father will be home shortly." She rubs her temple as she speaks. "He may have guests with him, you two best be off to bed."

My lips purses in an effort not to show my distaste. "'Night mother." I drag my feet behind Draco up another floor to our bedrooms. We had yet to be allowed downstairs during one of their meetings, or "last minute house guests", but we weren't fools.

Draco squeezes my shoulder softly before meandering down the hall. "Night Gem."

I mumble a quick goodnight before shutting the door behind me. Taking a deep frustrated breath I let myself slump back onto the bed.

I never knew how to feel anymore, and it felt odd. Feeling wasn't meant to be a choice it's just a state of being, but lately I only felt like I was floating.

"Minnie." The hunched over house elf appears next to me with a pop. "Draco and I were playing chess in the drawing room, would you put the board away?"

"Of course mistress."

"And then make yourself scarce, we'll be having guests tonight." With a nod and a second equally jarring pop she's gone.

Every night when there's any amount of commotion from the drawing room I spend hours awake, staring at the ceiling trying not to picture who might be in my house. I was supposed to praise you-know-who, the dark lord, but I was nothing other than afraid of him. The change in my father was evident the second we got home from school last year; He always looks scared now— prideful, but scared nonetheless. A bitter part of me found it refreshing, but the smart part of me knew that if he was scared, I should be terrified.

Not long after tucking in for the night, the faint but distinct sound of footsteps and muted voices sounds from the foyer.

One more day and I'd be back at Hogwarts.

The train station was humming with noise as it always was. Doting parents saying goodbye, a number of lost looking first years and, in the thick of it, Harry Potter surrounded by the small army of orange haired Weasleys.

They drew more than just my attention, half the platform was sparring subtle glances at the boy who lived, and the other half wasn't bothering to hide it. After what the daily prophet had been saying about him all summer I wasn't surprised.

Mrs. Weasley appears to be making the rounds to each of her many of children, giving each one what seems to be a quick loving pep talk and a firm hug. She makes it to the infamous Weasley twins and wags her finger viciously, probably begging them not to bring peeves home with them when they inevitably get expelled.

I let out a small chuckle at the thought, catching Ron Weasleys attention. He crosses his arms with an annoying bemused expression on his face.

As I meet his eye and contemplate staring him down, Draco interrupts. "There's Pansy and Goyle." I look over to spot them boarding the train and Draco grabs my arms before I can answer and drags me on to the Hogwarts Express.

Time passes slowly and dully once we join the others in our compartment. Blaise, Crabbe and Millicent join us shortly before the train departs, and Crabbe somehow thinks it a good idea to engage me in conversation.

He drones on about spending the summer with his cousins. I add a patronizing noise of interest and sarcastic remark every now and then, solely because I know he's too thick headed to realize I'm mocking him. Besides, I can't help but feel grateful that he's the only thing distracting me from Parkinson drooling over my brother.

"You're so brave Draco." Pansy awkwardly leans over and caresses his arm.

Why all of them choose to drone on to each other like this I never knew. In my observations I've found it's true to everyone, though especially obvious with Parkinson, that every conversation was sitting through someone talking about themselves until it's your turn again.

It was a lesson I learned in third year when Draco first seemed to notice I usually sat alone when not with him. He thought it disgraceful, to think his own sister had no friends; I neglected to point out the function of them seemed to elude me— and our selection lacked the intelligence I craved. It took some trial and error, but I had a near perfect balance of spending as little time with Dracos friends as possible while still appeasing him.