Pandora Malfoy, the twin sister of Draco. Although she was brought up to loathe Muggles, Mudbloods, and blood-traitors just as Draco was, her hidden exposure to the Muggle world meant she felt differently to how she was supposed to. But what will th...
"Doraaaaaaaaa, it's Christmasssssss!!!" Draco half yelled into my ear, making me wince.
"That doesn't mean you can deafen me, Dray."
I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and got out of bed, excitement suddenly taking hold. It was Christmas! There was no snow, which was sad, but there were still presents and food and Christmas!!!
"What time is it?" I asked, as I ran to my wardrobe and started looking for something to wear.
"Almost seven. I wanted to wake you up aaaages ago, but you know what Father's like."
I nodded, pulling three shirts and two pairs of jeans out of my wardrobe, from the small but rapidly growing 'Muggle stuff' section. The Ministry of Magic were insistent that everyone in our world had at least a few Muggle clothes, since we couldn't be seen in robes and things by the Muggles. Thankfully, Father hadn't yet noticed that almost every time I went out on my own, I came back with a new piece of Muggle clothing.
"Which outfit?" I asked Draco, putting all the options on my bed.
"Hmmm... this shirt, and... these trousers!" he said, putting the two together. "Won't Father be angry though?"
"Nahhh... it's Christmas, Dray! It'll be fine! Now get out of my room so I can change, you weirdo."
Draco rolled his eyes but left anyway, closing the door behind him. I quickly got dressed in the blue shirt, jeans, and silver shoes.
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I brushed my hair, put the other clothes back into my wardrobe, then went to the bathroom along the corridor to brush my teeth. Draco was waiting for me there.
"Dora, you look like a Muggle," he said softly. I couldn't tell if he was worried, disgusted, or a mix of both.
"Honestly, Dray, they're only clothes," I said, through a mouthful of toothpaste. "Anyway, we're not going out or anything, so nobody else is going to see me 'looking like a Muggle'."
"But Father will! And you know he won't be happy..."
I rolled my eyes and kept brushing my teeth.
"Stop being so stubborn, Dora! Father's been getting closer and closer to hurting you when he gets angry — remember last week? He was so close to hitting you! But it's almost like you want him to hurt you, because you keep doing stupid things that you know will make him angry!"
I finished brushing my teeth and turned to face him.
"You know full well that I don't want him to hurt me, Draco," I said softly. "I just don't like having every single moment of my life and every one of my actions controlled."
"Mother says that Father's rules are there for your own protection — for all of our protection," he replied, but there was a slight hesitation to his voice, like he wasn't quite sure if he believed what he was saying.
