Gemini Malfoy (a Harry Potter OC)

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Based on Draco's odd skepticism for the last half of the break and his watching me on the train I was sure father had told him to keep an eye on me. Though I had no clue how much he'd told him, nor would I dare to ask.

The galleon heated up on the Hogwarts Express, and it was an agonizing wait to check it when I was finally alone in the girls dormitories.

Tomorrow, usual time.

It's hardly a surprise, everyone would be eager to get back at it.

Breakfast Monday morning Draco was finally distracted enough by food and reuniting with the goons that I let myself turn to look at the Gryffindor table, catching Potters eye first, then Hermione.

She taps her wrist and looks at me with a questioning gaze, I assume asking if our agreement to meet early was still on. I give a small nod, feeling relieved Draco wouldn't be able to track me down in the Room of Requirement.

"Gem!" Hermione turns to me gladly as I enter.

"Hermione." I smile at her, hoping it doesn't falter too visibly when I glance at Harry and Ron next to her, the former carefully folding a blank piece of parchment and shoving it in his bag. "What are you guys doing here?"

Harry steps forwards. "Actually, I was hoping to ask you a favor."

"Oh?"

"Hermione mentioned you were an occlumencer—"

"Occlumens." Hermione corrects.

"Right, that." He glanced at her. "Erm, I was wondering if you might be willing to teach me?" He scratches the back of his head, somewhat awkwardly.

I tilt my head curiously. "Why?"

He hesitates notably. "Dumbledore thought it would be good for me to learn, and he's asked Snape."

"Christ, what was he thinking?" I almost laugh at the concept. "You're teaching me, seems only fair I return the favor. Let's see what we're working with." I place myself in front of him and get out my wand. "Remember, it's not the memories that let people in your head, it's emotions." He nods, looking worried. "And don't take this the wrong way Harry, but you're a bit of an emotional bloke, I expect this will be tricky for you."

"Gee thanks."

"Ready?"

"Ready."

Within the first minute I was already tempted to give up. Hopeless was the only word I had for his ability to close his mind. "You're angry."

"Maybe I'm a bit frustrated I can't get it but—"

"No, since we started that's all I've needed to focus on to get in your head." I find myself more intrigued than I'd like to admit. "You're angry."

"I don't feel angry." He said in an unconvincing tone, likely caused by telling him of his anger.

"You're a puzzle Potter." Hermione and Ron sigh from they're spot on the floor nearby. "It's odd, with Hermione I can direct myself towards more mundane thoughts to not be too intrusive but..." I ponder how describe the feeling, his thoughts are messy, like someone's recently dropped them. "It feels like you're digging through your thoughts, you know they're all... thrown about."

"That doesn't make sense." Harry was right of course, it made no logical sense at all.

I shrug. "Sorry Harry."

The DA lesson proceeds as usual, largely review, but even so, everyone's so eager to be back, myself included. Harry ends the lesson a few minutes early, looking like he's trying to conceal a fowl headache. As the group trickles out I linger behind with the three usual suspects, intending to tell Harry I'll keep teaching him if he wants.

"Gem, I nearly forgot." Hermione approaches me. "I wanted to thank you, for the perfume. It's perfect."

Somehow over break I'd forgotten about the gift. "Oh, it was nothing." I feel my face flush. "I'm glad you like it, really." I hesitate awkwardly for a moment, knowing what needs to be said. "Listen, you shouldn't write to my house again. It—"

Ron scoffs obnoxiously before I can elaborate. "Did you not care for the hand-written Christmas card and homemade fudge?" Ron turns to Harry snidely to add. "Wasn't up to her standards I recon."

I turn my gaze to him, aggravated by such petty assumptions. "As it so happens my father found the letter, had it even mentioned Dumbledore Army we'd all be screwed."

Weasley scoffs loudly again. "Does daddy not approve of your new friends? Tough luck."

"What would you know about tough luck Weasley?" I retort, particularly pissed by his pretentious stance.

"What would I—?" He shouts incredulously. "Just because you're not a tyrant or a bully, like your bloody twin, we're just supposed to like you now? How are you any better than him anyway?" He spits, stepping closer to me. "You're using us for your own gain, soon as we're done with the lessons you'll turn on us to save your own ass. Don't deny it!"

"Ron—" Harry puts a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to intervene.

"Don't you dare pretend you know me Ron Weasley!" I jab at his chest. "Just because our parents hate each other doesn't mean you have to carry on the tradition, you know, like my bloody twin does. What makes you any better than him?" I hold back shoving him on his arse. "You know my father's said some vile things about your family over the years and I didn't believe a word, because I think for my bloody self, but you know what?" I was livid, my face was probably as red as his stupid hair

"Tell me." He shouts back.

"No, both of you, stop—" Hermione attempts to get between us but I step forward first.

"Maybe he was fucking right! Maybe you are all sorry excuses for wizards!" I couldn't care less what I was saying as long as it hurt. "Maybe your father really is a muggle loving oaf! Maybe all of you share a brain cell and a bed—!"

"Shut up! How dare you— of all people— come after my family! Because we can't afford a mansion and don't have an elf as a slave?" He pushes forwards, his furious expression inches from mine. "Because we don't treat muggles and muggle borns like dirt? Because none of us worshipped the darkest wizard who ever lived? Maybe we're not wealthy or powerful, but at least my family fucking loves me!"

I step back, stumbling slightly, and feel my face fall. I quickly clench my jaw again, not wanting to look weak, but I feel my lip tremor. Suddenly I had nothing more to say, all my anger had fallen off and was replaced by shame. I can't bring myself to meet anyones gaze before turning and storming out of the room.