Malfoy Twins
Chapter 8
By: GoddessMoonLady
GML: Ok! Here we go again! Goddess I'm having real trouble with this now.
Draco: About damn time you got back to this fic!
Harry: Seriously! Isn't this like the favorite request?
GML: 'sigh' I know, I know, but this fic is giving me problems. I know where I WANT to take it, but as for getting there... That's a different story.
Draco: 'smirk' Poor Baby.
GML: 'glares' Fuck off Malfoy.
Harry: 'snicker' It's been a while since I heard that.
GML: You Fuck off too, Potter.
Harry: 'pouts'
Snape: 'sigh' You were suppose to be saying...?
GML: Oh! No own 'HP'! Goddess... That gets lame having to repeat. 'pause' 'shrugs'


The next few weeks passed without much change. The main change was Damion learning to get out of bed before Blaise and the other girls made their appearances but only After he'd had water balloons dropped on his head and his bed sheets turned to ice.

Hermione and Ginny became permanent attachments to the group of Slytherins. They walked to classes with them, ate with them, they'd even taken to sitting in the Slytherin common room with them. None of the other Slytherins dared say a word about their presence as they were with the Slytherin Court, and no one argued with their sixth year leaders, not even the seventh years.

Christmas break had finally come and Damion and Draco were in their room packing.

"Christmas is finally here!" Draco grinned as he neatly folded one of his shirts. "I wonder how Mother has decorated the Manor this year."

Damion made a noncommittal sound as he dropped a pile of messily folded shirts into his trunk. Over the last few weeks the thought of spending Christmas with his new family had become nerve racking. What if he did something wrong and they didn't want him there anymore? He'd never spent Christmas with anymore before. What if his parents spent time with him and realized they didn't like him?

Draco blinked and turned to look at him. "Dami? Are you all right?"

Damion started, "What?" He turned to look at Draco.

"Are you all right? You look kind of pale." Draco crossed the space between their beds and placed a hand on his brother's forehead. "You don't feel sick, do you?"

"No, no. Just, just nerves, I think." Damion shook off Draco's hand and plopped down on his bed next to his things.

"What is there to be nervous about? Talk to me Dami, maybe I can help." Draco sat down next to Damion wrapping an arm about his brother's shoulders.

Damion swallowed, keeping his eyes on his trainers. "It's just... I've never spent the Holidays with anyone before. When I was staying at the Dorsey's I'd stay in my... room, while they were celebrating. Then when I came here I've spent every year here. Add to that the fact that I've never had a family before... I mean what if Mum and Dad spend time around me and decide they don't really want another son? What if I do something wrong? I just... I don't know." He shook his head, trembling slightly. He was honestly surprised that he was even telling Draco this. In the last couple weeks he found himself telling Draco things he hadn't even confided in Ron and Hermione about.

Draco blinked in surprise at just how much this was really bothering Damion. He'd known this was a big change for him, but he'd seemed to be coping well. He always seemed to cope with everything. But then again, he'd had plenty of dealings with the whole 'Boy-who-lived' image, but when it came to family, something he'd never dealt with before... Draco squeezed Damion's shoulders comfortingly.

"It'll be okay, Dami. I know you're nervous, but really, everything will be fine. Mother and Father are probably about as nervous as you are. Don't worry, no matter what you do, nothing could change their minds about wanting you. I mean, look at what they have to deal with me. I'm loud, pushy, demanding, spoilt, and a complete brat. I think they could use someone to counter that." Draco smirked at the startled laugh he got for his efforts.

Damion lifted his head reluctantly to look Draco in the eye, "You really think so?"

Draco nodded firmly, "Most definitely. Now come on, enough mushy stuff, we've got to finish packing." He squeezed Damion's shoulders one more time before standing and returning to his own packing.

Damion smiled slightly at his brother's retreating back. Shaking his head he stood and finished putting his things away, a little neater this time.

Before either boy knew it they were sitting in a compartment on the Hogwarts express, surrounded by their friends, as the train silently chugged its way toward London. Damion sat with his head resting on Draco's shoulder watching everyone around them. Greg, Millicent, Vincent, and Ginny were playing exploding snap, while Morag and Pansy were playing Wizards Chess. Hermione was listening to Blaise recount stories of when she and Draco were growing up.

Draco glared at Blaise as she told Hermione about the time Draco thought he could fly without his broom.

"So, He climbed up the tree, leaving the broom on the ground. As soon as he thought he was high enough, he looked down at me giving the most self important look any six year old ever wore and jumped. He fell like a rock. Lucky for him he only got a sprained wrist and ankle; I think his ego took more damage." Blaise smirked at Draco as Hermione laughed.

"Oh, shut it Mariri." Draco glared petulantly.

Blaise leaned across the seat, careful not to hit Dami who had dosed off listening to the story, and smacked Draco upside the head. "I told you never to call me that!"

"Then stop telling annoying stories about me." Draco glared as he ran a hand through his brother's hair. He glanced down as Damion sighed in his sleep.

"He looks exhausted." Hermione commented, observing the sleeping Malfoy.

Draco nodded, "He was awake almost all night, worrying himself sick about what our parents will think about him. I tried to sooth his worries, but I guess it didn't do much good."

"I'm not really surprised. He doesn't have any experience with family, other then the Weasleys. The Dusleys are far from the best examples." She watched Damion nuzzle slightly into Draco's robes, mumble a few nonsensical words, sigh again, and go still. She couldn't help the smile that fought to cross her lips at how relaxed Dami was as long as Draco was there. "He really seems to trust you. More so then he's ever trusted anyone before." She shook her head.

Draco smiled softly catching Hermione off guard at how much it softened his normally cold features. He brushed a few strands of silky black hair away from Damion's forehead, tucking them behind his ear. "I know the feeling." He mumbled.

Hermione smiled softly. This is what these two needed. This is what had been missing from the two boys. It had always seemed as though something were off. As though some crucial piece of their lives were missing. With Harry she'd always assumed it was his parents, now she could see it. It was similar to the feeling one got around the Weasley twins when they were apart. The sense that something just didn't look right. As though they were missing a limb. She shook herself out of her thoughts as the Hogwarts express pulled up to the platform.

Draco shook Damion's shoulder reluctantly. "Dami? Come on, wake up. We're here." He peered down into his brother's face as Dami's bright green eyes cracked open sleepily. "We're in London. Come on, up you get."

Damion sat up, running a hand through his hair with a yawn. "How long was I out?" He stretched, careful not to hit the others as they stood to gather their things. He stood up to help Draco pull their trunks from the racks.

"Not long, a few hours at most." Draco shrugged as they pulled Damion's trunk from the rack, followed by his own. They kept a close eye on each other as they joined the throng of students heading for the nearest exit off the train. Glancing around they found their friends gathered a few feet away, waiting for them. Hermione was the first to leave after the twins joined the group.

"I'll see everyone after Holidays. I have to meet my parents outside the platform." She hugged everyone wishing them a Happy Christmas, holding onto Damion longest. "Don't be so nervous, you're going to be fine. They're your parents. They'll love you no matter what you do." She whispered into his ear, comfortingly.

"Thanks, 'Mione." Harry whispered back giving her a final squeeze before letting go so she could start wheeling her trolley off the platform. She gave a final wave as she disappeared through the gateway back to the Muggle world. The rest of group talked and laughed about what they expected from their holidays as they waited for their parents to arrive to pick them up. The next family to come into their sight was a swarm of red heads. The rest of the Weasleys followed the twins as they made their way over to collect Ginny.

Fred and George grinned, "GinGin! Mummy's here to-"

"Pick you up! Time to-"

"Go home now! So say-"

"Goodbye to your-"

"Little friends!"

Ginny glared at them as they got closer. "My brothers are idiots." She muttered under her breathe causing the Slytherins to laugh.

"Oh, Harry dear!" Mrs. Weasley crowed at the sight of Harry, "I didn't know you were coming this year!" She bustled up to Damion and caught him in a tight hug.

Damion smiled slightly before gently detangling himself from Mrs. Weasley, "Actually, Mrs. Weasley, I'm going to stay with my real parents and my brother this Holiday." He stepped back, bumping shoulders with Draco.

Mrs. Weasley blinked in confusion, "Harry, dear, what are you talking about?"

"Mum! His name's Damion! Not Harry, I wrote to you about this already." Ginny cut in, rolling her eyes. "Damion belongs to the Malfoys. He's going home with them."

"Don't be silly, Ginny. You don't mean that you actually believed that rubbish you wrote. Speaking of which, You and I are going to have a little talk when we get home about your lying, Young lady." Mrs. Weasley frowned.

"Actually, Mrs. Weasley, she isn't lying. My name is Damion, Damion Narcissus Malfoy. Draco's my twin. Apparently Dumbledore stole me and left me with the Potters a week after I was born." Damion took Draco's hand seeking comfort, afraid of Mrs. Weasley's reaction. They never got to find out what she thought as at that moment Narcissa and Lucius came into view.

"Draco! Damion!" Narcissa called as the boys, their friends, and the Weasleys came into sight. Lucius frowned at the Weasleys but said nothing.

"Mum, Dad." Damion grinned, happily hurrying forward to hug her. Draco walked calmly behind him rolling his eyes good naturedly.

!!Must you behave like that in public?!! Draco drawled in Damion's mind.

Damion resisted the urge to roll his eyes, preferring to just cling to their mother. !!Must you be such a stiff?!!

"Mother, Father." Draco nodded as Damion hugged their mother, paying no attention to the other families, which had turned to stare.

"Well, fetch your things. We need to be getting home, Tink is all a twitter getting Draco's room prepared and the other elves are working themselves into a frenzy fixing dinner." Narcissa smiled, releasing Damion so he could fetch his trunk.

"Yes, Mum."

"Yes, Mother."

Lucius shrunk their trunks and the boys placed them in their pockets before waving goodbye to their friends and the stunned Weaselys and followed their parents off the platform and out of the station to the limo waiting before the entrance.

The ride to the Manor was a quiet one with no one quite certain what to say. Damion sat, chewing his bottom lip nervously as he stared out the window, watching as the building of the city became smaller houses, then fields, then thick woods. He blinked out of his stupor as Draco lay a hand on his shoulder.

"Wha-?" He turned to look at Draco, blinking.

Draco chuckled, "We're almost there. That's the gate just there." He pointed out the window towards a huge stone wall with a wrought iron gate sitting slightly up the hill ahead of them. Damion's eyes widened at the sheer size of it. "The Manor house is about a quarter mile past that."

"You're kidding." Damion turned to stare at Draco.

"Nope. Quite serious." Draco smirked.

"Your Great Great Great Grandfather, Axbraxus Malfoy built the house. He was a touch paranoid about it being attacked and so built it so that no one can approach the house without being seen first. Of course they didn't have Parameter Wards in those days, so I suppose you can't blame him." Lucius informed Damion with a small smile.

Narcissa gave a mock sigh, "We're not even within sight of the house and you're already giving poor Damion a history lesson, Lucius, really." She flashed a small smile at her wide eyed son as the Limo pulled up to the gate with opened on its own.

!!It's charmed to open automatically for anyone of Malfoy blood Father allows onto the grounds.!! Draco answered the unasked question he'd plucked from his twin's brain.


The car entered a circular drive way in front of the front steps and stopped. A few seconds later the door opened allowing Lucius to exit the car before helping Narcissa out. Draco climbed out next so he could see the look on Damion's face when he finally saw the house purposely blocking Damion's view from inside the car. Damion shut his eyes for a moment, then, taking a deep breath he climbed from the car to catch his first glance at his new home.

Damion's eyes grew to the size of saucers. The manor was gorgeous. The walls appeared to be made from some sort of pure white stone, with towers and turrets and far too many windows to count. The front doors were lined on either side with three columns of white marble with the Malfoy crest carved into the center of each. There were double doors, each a dark wood, nearly black with silver Dragon knockers. The steps leading up to the door were white marble, like the columns, with a grey carpet running down the center that the elves obviously put there to welcome them home.

Narcissa smiled gently down at him, "There are one hundred rooms total, so the manor is fairly large. Come boys, let's get Damion settled, hm?" She squeezed her sons shoulder as she started leading them up the stairs toward the doors.

"Welcome home." Draco quietly spoke into Damion's ear as the stepped into the main entrance hall, watching as Damion's eyes filled with silent tears.

"Home..." Damion smiled taking in the white marble walls, decorated with tapestries and paintings that were watching them curiously. There were two Marble staircases leading up to the second floor which lead deeper into the house from either the left or right. Another set of dark wood double doors sat directly between the staircases on the first floor.

Yes, he was home. For the first time in his life, he was home.


GML: Finally!!!! I've been working on this FOREVER!!!
Draco: Tell me about it! You started this chapter LAST YEAR Serena!
Harry: Sweet Merlin...
GML: 'frowns' I don't like your attitude Draco. 'waves wand threateningly' It's not my fault I just fell into the reality of the Hell people call 'Adulthood'. 'pouts'
Draco: 'snort' You are such a wimp!
GML: 'growls' Bite me! Bastard! 'sigh' Ok, ok, I know I have a LOT of apologizing to do. This chapter just was NOT cooperating! I swear! I'm still not completely happy with it in fact. I wanted to squeeze in their actual first holiday together, but as much as I was stressing over this chap, I'd probably have messed it up. 'shakes head' Better to put it off to Chapter nine then to make a mess of what I want to be one of the best scenes in this fic, right? Right. Well, I'm going to go spell-check this now and get it posted and then off to Aline to be translated before she starts hounding me again! lol! So as par usual: Like? Don't like? EXTREMELY pissed at me? LET ME KNOW! 'beam'