Changes-Dramione

Biology Sucks (Draco's P.O.V.)

The next day:
The walls were a bright scarlet red, which I hated, but Hermione loved it because it was one of her house colors. The floors were hardwood. Me and Hermione sat on her new full size bed, chatting. Everyone else had left a while ago. We decided this would be my room too, since I was Hermione's mate. No one had any objections, although Ron's face turned purple once again at this announcement. She was laying down with her legs over my lap, and I was sitting cross-legged on the edge of the bed. She looked beautiful with her blonde hair framing her face in a cute pixie cut, and her purple-pink eyes shining in the natural light that poured in through the glass door that lead to a balcony. Curtains with golden fibers covered the door usually, but we both felt in the mood for natural light right now. She was talking about how excited she was about being head girl, and I was pretending to be interested. Really I was looking at her face, because she was so damn pretty. I tried to memorize every detail of her beauty, every freckle on her face, every curve of her body. She looked up at me expectantly. "What?" I asked. She sighed and repeated, "What are we going to tell McGonagall about us? We have to... you know... within a month of the marking, and the marking must be completed within six months. That means sometime at Hogwarts." I nodded thoughtfully. "We could just tell her the truth. I'm sure she would appreciate honesty." She snorted and said, "Since when do you care if McGonagall appreciates you?" I did my best to look fake offended, but it didn't work very well. She giggled and I laughed out loud. The light on her face seemed to fracture into a million beautiful pieces when she laughed. I wanted to collect the pieces and keep them all for myself. But I didn't. I held myself back. Instead I said, "Wanna go to the burrow?" She looked me quizzically, clearly questioning my actually wanting to go to her friend's house, and I nodded. She grabbed my hand and we apparated. As soon as we landed, I wished we hadn't. One of the twins, Fred- no, George- no, Fred- you know I don't even care, was being dragged away from the other, both of them literally kicking and screaming. I pulled out my wand. "Immobulus!" I shouted. The boy pulled away from his now frozen captor and helped the other one free. "What is happening?!" I demanded. "Wait." One of them said, who I now recognized as George from his lack of a left ear, and then - barf alert - he kissed Fred. They stood, making out, in the middle of the living room. And Fred didn't stop it!!! What was going on? Hermione made a little shocked noise at first, then melted like ice. She awed like a little kid seeing a puppy for the first time. I looked at her, not understanding any of this. The twins pulled apart and Fred said, "George I've always loved you, more than as family, but I always thought it could never be because we were brothers. I hate that I'm not a Weasley, but honestly this is probably the best news I've gotten all week." George smiled and they kissed once again. I couldn't take it anymore. "OKAY HOW ABOUT SOME EXPLANATION BEFORE THE KISSING RESUMES?" They both stopped kissing, blushed, and looked at their shoes. Fred said, "Okay." He reached out and George took his hand. "Hermione's parents aren't the only ones who lied about someone's identity. I'm not a Weasley. My name is really Fred and I really was born on the same day as George. This is what I really look like, me and George spent so much time together that our looks kind of melted together. My parents were heavily targeted by death eaters and even the Dark Lord himself. So they sent me and Charlie, who is technically my biological brother, to the Weasleys. I grew up thinking the love of my life was my twin brother. Do you know how much that hurts?" Fred was getting angry. He was edging towards us, his hand twitching towards his wand. He was about to draw it when George gently laid a hand on his shoulder. "Yes," He said. "Yes I do." Fred turned and buried his head in George's shoulder. George stroked his hair affectionately. After an awkward few seconds, Hermione took my hand and led me away, towards the stairs. We went up the stairs to Ron's room. Harry and Ginny were making out on a bed, and Ron was holding a book over his face pretending he didn't see them. Bill was comforting Charlie on the ground, and Charlie held his head in his hands, repeating the words, it's too much, it's too much. I cleared my throat, and Harry and Ginny separated. Charlie looked up, and Bill nodded in recognition without taking his eyes off his distressed brother. "Hi," The five of them all said in unison. It was kinda creepy, seeing them all talk at the same time, but it was kinda cool. Hermione sat down in the edge of Ron's bed and I sat next to her. Ron sat up and settled in on the other side of Mía. I put my arm around her shoulders, feeling slightly protective. She whispered to Ron, "What's going on with Charlie?" Charlie answered her, as Hermione was not good at whispering. "Well, two people just showed up at the house and kinda tore my life apart. That, and the fact that my oldest baby girl, Crimson (Crimson is a dragon BTW), just died this morning. I apparated here to tell the family. She was my first horntail, and now she's gone. This is, all in all, the crappiest day of my entire... ever." "Wow." The only sound in the room for the next five minutes was Hermione's one word of amazement. Finally, I broke the silence and said, "Charlie... I'm so sorry. Really, I know you probably don't believe me because my family has hated yours for a very long time, but I do mean it." He gave me a weak smile. He didn't say thank you, and I could still see a hint of doubt in his eyes, but hey, it was a start.

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