Dramione the unlikely

Lestrange's suprise

I collapsed the ground as he stormed out of the library. My heart seemed to clench around nothing, and my breath was ragged and chunked.

I didn't know why I felt this way. But the trade of Ron and Draco was too confusing to understand. I closed my eyes and curled up, having cried myself dry.

My breath began to steady, and I peeled myself of the ground and numbly collected my things. I stuffed them in my expanded bag, and left the Library. Tears began to stream down my face as I hurried across the corridors.

I squeezed my eyes shut, and I tumbled into the prefects dorm, before collapsing on the couch in a heap of a broken hearted mess.

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Emma Lestrange

I sat under the sorting hat mere minuets ago, even though I'm a in 7th year. I'm late, so what. I'm also a Lestrange. The famous Bellatrix had a baby!

Yep, a hidden baby. A baby from an affair, a baby she had 18 years ago, January 22nd. That baby is me. She had me from a nasty affair, and because of that, I went to a cousin's house to live. The apparent resemblance between me and the other member of the affair was too great.

Also, Bellatrix couldn't be seen as a mother. She was insane as well, so she couldn't properly care for a small baby.

If you are still confused, I will describe myself and maybe everything will be clear.

I have a mass of curly hair, thanks to my mother. I'm very skinny and have a small pointy nose, like my mother. My eyes are large and pretty, like my mothers. My lips are luscious but thin, like my mothers.

But my hair is white, my frame is tall and strong, my facial features are well structured, and my eyes are crystal green/grey. Get the picture? Well let's say my hair is malfoy white.

Yep, Lucius Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange had an affair, an I'm the proof. My mother proved that she 'loved me' right before she died. With an affectionate letter explaining how she couldn't be seen with me.

My father's only reminisce in my life is the half-moon necklace that I wear around my neck. How wonderful of a present, right?

Well now my parents are either dead or locked away for life. And I'm supposed to, on my own, confess to my half-brother that I'm his sister and ask to stay with him. Easy right? No.

I'm in Slytherin obviously, I mean jeez. Who isn't in my family? I began to walk towards the dungeon, and there I found the boy I was looking for. Mr. Malfoy.

I shook from the cool atmosphere in the snake pit, and I sat down on the couch next to Draco. He was reading a book, something I hate doing.

I began to read aloud over his shoulder. "And with this, the four founders of hogwarts came together-" he snapped the book shut and stared at me.

I plopped down on the couch. I could tell after only a few seconds that he began to recognize the resemblance. "Who are you?" He stuttered. I took a deep breath and smiled widely.

His brow furrowed, waiting for me to answer him. "The name's Emma. Don't wear it out" I said. His brow furrowed more. "Your last name" he demanded. I laughed.

"Feisty! Take me for a drink first eh?" I said. He made a face at me like I was much younger than what I truly was.

I groaned. "What Malfoy? Don't recognize your own sister? I'm hurt" I said, fake- tracing a tear trail down my cheek with my finger.

"Sister! I-I don't have a sister!" He yelped and stuttered, his face flushing and he got up to a standing position. "Oh sit down will you big bro?" I said cooly.

He looked at me for a long time, studying my smirk. Then, he slowly took a seat. "Sister?" He said again. I nodded enthusiastically.

"Okay look, we are the same age. I can't have a sister" he reasoned. "You must be mistaken!" I snorted. "Half-sister. That clear things up for ya?" I asked.

He gasped. "No! Which one...?" I laughed again. "Daddy was a mean old mister" I sung, quoting a famous muggle song. He scoffed. "Father? With who?"

"My name is Emma Lestrange, dear brother" he gasped vividly and the book toppled out of his hands. "BELLAT-" he started to shout, but I clapped my hands over his mouth.

"Shut it! And yes!" I left him to ponder in surprise.

While I waited, I examined his looks. He was cute, and if he wasn't my brother I might have kisses him already. He noticed me checking him out, and became defensive. "Look Emma-" "call me sis" I interrupted. "Emma, I have a girlfriend" he stated against my request.

I sighed, in pity. "Well? Who is she? From a ancient blood line? Pure blood? Ahh, newly made Pureblood family?" I tried to guess. He looked squeamish. "Uhh..." I gasped. "halfbloof?" I whispered in disgrace and disbelief.

"Uh...." I clapped my hands over my mouth so I wouldn't scream. "No! Really? Mud blood?" I smirked. "Daddy ain't gonna like this!" I pouted.

He glared at me. It was a If-looks-could-kill-your-dead kinda look. "Don't. Ever. Say. That. Word." He growled. I put my hands up in defense. "Easy tiger. It's just a word!" I said. He looked at me sternly.

"I don't care. If you my little sis, then I get to proclaim that's a cuss word and your aren't to say it" he said, sticking his nose in the air.

"I've got places to be" I mummer, my black combat boots clomping out, my robes sweeping over my half-sleeve tattoo of the deathly hallows symbol.

This is going to be a great year.