Ch. 3

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The next morning.....

Draco is already up. What? He never gets up earlier than me. I look at the time. 9:40 am. I go get dressed.

I walk out and downstairs

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I walk out and downstairs. "Why are you up?" I say while walking over to Draco who is sitting on the couch reading a book. "What are you reading? Wait, why are you reading?" I say sitting next to him.

"Beauty and the Beast." He says before taking another bite of apple.

"Oh my God, Draco! You're so dumb!" Blaise walks in.

"What happened to knocking?" Draco says without even looking up.

"My twin and best friend live here." He hugs me.

"Draco is being stupid, again." I say looking over at him.

"How so? Why is he reading?" I look back at Blaise.

"He's reading Beauty and the Beast." He laughs. "It's funny. It's stupid. Go fix him. I have a bonding session with 2 of the guys in the cast. Get him out of here. He's being weird." I say. There's a knock on the door. "There we go." I walk to the door.

A/N: This is their house.

"Come in!" I say and they walk in

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"Come in!" I say and they walk in.

"Your house is.......huge!" Dan says and I laugh. "What did Draco say?" He asks.

"I told him and he was like, I have no say in this, do I? He's starting to catch on." I laugh. "This morning he woke up before me and I thought it was weird because he just doesn't get up. Ever. I came downstairs and he was reading which he also doesn't do. He was reading Beauty and the Beast. Oh, hey Blaise." He walks over to us.

"Hey little sis." I roll my eyes.

"Keep dreaming. Didn't Aria tell you. I'm older." I laugh. "Where's Draco."

"In your office." My eyes bulge.

"You let him in my office! Stay with them. Talk about.......guy stuff." I run to my office. "What are you doing?" I say.

"After I finished that horrid book. Now, I'm looking for the letter that was in your hand yesterday when you screamed." I laugh.

"You mean the one right on top of my desk." I snatch it.

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