Twin Bonding (Padfoot, Moony and (some of) their Malfoys)

Lyssa knew the second she woke up that she'd been asleep far too long. The amount of lightl shining through her curtains was proof of that. She frowned at this realization. Normally, Draco would wake her up. With a yawn and a stretch she sat up, pushing her messy morning hair out of her eyes. If she was lucky, she had time for a late breakfast before lunch. If not, well then, she'd just have to wait a little while. She got up and used a hair tie on her bedside table to pull her hair back. She'd worry about neatness later. Right now, she was hungry and wanted food.

Draco Malfoy made a face at his toast and pushed it to one side of the plate, deciding he'd rather deal with the rather dry and unpleasant scrambled eggs than the burned toast. Some of these house elves certainly needed their ears shut in the oven. Added to the fact that he'd seen, for some reason, a Gryffindor tie thrown over the banister on his way down to breakfast, it was not a wonderful morning. Hearing footsteps, he looked up from the sub-par meal to see a blonde girl who looked strangely familiar, yet certainly did not belong in his house at this hour of the morning. "And you are?" he asked, returning his gaze to his food in disinterest.

Lyssa yawned as she left her room and walked down the hall. She always felt tired all day if she slept too long. She walked down the stairs, rubbing her eyes tiredly as she did so, and hoping she didn't fall. That would be embarassing. Upon entering the dining room, Lyssa spotted Draco. She was about to ask him why he hadn't woken her up when he asked her a question. Lyssa looked at him, eyebrows pulling together slightly. "What do you mean 'and you are'?" she asked. "We've only been growing up together for the last 13 years. Who do you think I am?"

Draco frowned slightly and shook his head. "I don't believe I've been introduced to you in my life. And rightly so, you're an impertinent little thing. I surely hope Father hasn't taken to hiring human stuff. Actually, that depends, how are you at eggs?" He jabbed his fork at the rubbery mess on his plate again and finally sat his fork down, disgusted.

Lyssa expression of confusion abruptly changed to one of disgruntlement and annoyance. Hand coming to rest on her hip she looked at Draco and said, "Now, honestly, it was annoying enough that you're pretending you don't know who I am. But there's no need to insult me on top of it. Now, stop playing games before I get angry."

Confusion slowly began to set in as Draco looked more closely at the girl. He noticed a few of his own features in her face and talked as if she were perfectly comfortable with him. Was this some sort of joke? If Pansy had cooked up some elaborate scheme...well, no, she wasn't intelligent enough for that. "Did Theo put you up to this?" he asked slowly, glancing around the room for any sign of another person lying in wait. There was no one, however, and his brain was more boggled by the minute. How had this girl gotten through the wards around the Manor?

Lyssa snorted. "As if," she stated. "I wouldn't go near any of your little Slytherin friends." Then she frowned. "Do you really have no idea who I am?" she asked, the realization dawning on her finally. She tucked a bit of stray bangs behind her ear as she looked at Draco. "Honestly, and truly, do you have no idea?"

"I truly have no idea who you are or why I should care, beyond how you managed to get past the hundreds of years of magical protection on this manor. Do you even know who I am?" Draco asked skeptically. Honestly, she couldn't, with the way she was talking to him.

Lyssa made a thoughtful face for a moment, wondering just how she should go about saying that she was his twin sister. "You should defintely care I think, and of course I know who you are. I'd have to have amnesia or something not to know. Which, it seems like you do. Because how else could you not know me? I'm your sister. You're twin if you want to get technical about it."

Draco refused to let his jaw drop in disbelief, although it put him in a great amount of discomfort to resist it. "My twin? You must be joking. First of all, I am and always have been an only child. Secondly, you're not nearly attractive enough to be related to me. And thirdly...well, there is no third, but I doubt I need much more proof." Although outwardly he was nonchalant and disbelieving, Draco was completely unnerved at all of this. Her being related to him would explain the familiar look about her...but there was no way he had amnesia. He could remember the past two years of school perfectly well, along with the rest of his life. This sick cosmic joke was not amusing him one bit.

Lyssa's eyebrow rose. "I wouldn't joke about such a serious matter, and you're incredibly stupid if you think I would. Now in response to your list, although I don't think two things is really a list. Firstly, you've always been a twin; just ask our parents. Secondly, what does attractiveness have to do with anything at all? And even if you had said I was attractive enough I would have been horribly freaked out by it, since you're my brother and all." Then she frowned and looked off to the side, thinking. "This is all super weird, and I don't really like it."

Disturbed my most of this clearly psychotic girl's response, he latched onto the one thing that he thought would help. "You know what? Father will set this right." Pushing his chair back beneath the table and suddenly embarrassed to be in his green paisley print pajamas, Draco set off for his father's study, hoping that he was home and not already off doing something or other at the Ministry or...elsewhere. He refused to look over his shoulder and see if the girl was following him; he told himself that it would be irrelevant. Fairly soon, he would have proof that he was the correct one in this situation, and the intruder could be dealt with accordingly. Reaching the door, he knocked briefly and waited to be called in.

Lyssa gave a huffy sigh. "Of course he will, when he tells you that I'm right," she said as she followed him. It was like they were children or something, going to the parent to sort out the mess. She could have sworn they'd, or at least she'd, grown out of it.

Draco breathed a sigh of relief when he heard his father's voice call, "Enter!" The door clicked open for him, as the magic was voice-activated, and he walked in, turning to note that the girl had followed him in. "Father, who is this? Did you start hiring on human staff or something? If so, she needs to go iron her hands. She's been mouthing off at me."

Lucius looked up from squinting at his papers (stubborn old man refused to wear glasses and the charm on his eyes was beginning to wear off) and glanced at his son, looking mildly put off. "I don't have time for nonsense right now, Draco. I have to finish this paperwork or there's no way that new regulation on foreign broomsticks will go through in time. Whatever you and your sister are bickering about can wait."

Draco turned, shell-shocked, toward the girl and could do nothing but stare. How could any of this make sense? He considered pinching himself to see if he was dreaming, but with his thin skin he was likely to get a bruise.

Lyssa couldn't help but to find herself smirking at Draco as Lucius spoke. And then when he turned around and just stared the smirk changed to a grin. "I told I was right," Lyssa said. "Now, I'm going to get breakfast. You can come if you really want to, although I'm not sure you'd want to finish what you left behind."

Silent but still disbelieving, Draco followed the girl back towards the dining room. He pulled his wand from the pocket in his pajama bottoms and cast several spells to do detect mind-altering charms, but there was nothing. Of course, he'd only had two years of Defense, both of which were a complete joke, so he couldn't expect it to be a completely thorough check. The scowl on his face deepened past the one that he normally wore and he looked disdainfully at the girl. "Do you have a name?" he asked, knowing it sounded a bit stupid, but unable to form too many coherent sentences at the moment.

Lyssa stopped walking and turned around to Draco. "Of course I have a name," she said. "What person wouldn't have a name? That's just ridiculous. You just haven't asked me what it is yet." Then she turned back around and started back on the way to the dining room. She was very hungry now, having made this unwanted detour to deal with a Draco, who apparently had no clue she existed.

Muttering and continuing into the dining room, Draco took a seat at the table and immediately plonked his elbows on the table. The plate and goblet before him vanished and he rolled his eyes at the tables which were charmed to make people mind their manors. "What cheek," he muttered to himself in regards to the girl. There was no way he was going to ask her name now; he'd feel like an idiot. "If you're my sister, why have i never seen you before?" he asked, wondering if this was some sort of creepy alternate dimension or a mistake caused by a time turner.

Lyssa shrugged at him. "How should I know? All I know is that yesterday you were the Draco I've grown up with and today you're this," she said, motioning vaguely with her hand at him. Then she walked around and sat on the side of the table opposite him, deciding she didn't want to sit on the same side. "And just so you know, even though you didn't ask me, my name is Lyssa. Well, it's not really, but that's what I go by."

"The Draco you grew up with wasn't like me?" he asked insecurely, wondering what everyone in this world thought of him. It bothered him to think that, in a way, he had a very strange little clone running around. Or was he the clone? It was all a bit confusing. "Lyssa? That's very....uncharacteristic for a Malfoy name," he said, layering the fact with disdain. He respected his name and the names that had been passed down by both the Blacks and the Malfoys.

"Well, no, as the Draco I grew up with knew I existed," Lyssa replied. "He was still a bit of a stuck-up brat though. But only around other people. We're close." Then she shrugged lightly, brushing the topic off. She shrugged again when Draco questioned her name. "Well, I'm not exactly a normal Malfoy, so my name is just fine with me. I mean, so called normal Malfoys aren't Gryffindors."

"I resent the implication," Draco huffed, "that I am a brat, when it is clearly not the case." Now, stuck-up he could admit, but that was only natural for a Pureblood. He couldn't go hanging about with just anyone, now could he? He had a reputation to protect that didn't belong to himself alone. "That explains the tie, though," he noted when the girl mentioned Gryffindor, before doing a double-take back at her. "Wait. A Gryffindor Malfoy? Impossible! Where's your ambition? Your sense of pride? Don't tell me you're one of those rowdy little ruffians." This was getting more like a bizarre and unacceptable dream by the moment. There was no way he could possibly be close to a girl like this, even if she were his sister, and even if this world had gone all pear-shaped sometime between his birth and now.

"You are a brat, you just don't see it as clearly as other people do," Lyssa said. "And yes, I'm in Gryffindor. I have been since I was 11, and I like it there." She shrugged at him, wondering if it was possible for him to not make a big deal about something, and deciding it wasn't. Then she sighed, observing this 'new' Draco for a moment. He looked the same, but it was blatantly obvious that he wasn't the same person.

Draco felt the need to bury his head in his hands and just whine for a bit, but he refused the urge, not willing to embarrass himself any more than his situation already was. Instead, he watched the girl look him over as if he were some sort of alien to her. Then again, he pretty much was. "Shouldn't we be....doing something about this?" he asked at length, wondering why this was happening and if the other Draco had wound up in his life. If he had, he'd probably never get it back, as he could imagine that a life as an only child would be highly enviable to someone who had lived with this girl for thirteen years.

Lyssa looked at Draco, not observing anymore, just looking as it was polite to look at someone when speaking to them, and also to avoid target confusion if there was more than one person in the room, although that wasn't the case here. "What could we do?" she asked. "We don't even know just what is going on." She frowned down at the table then, wishing that the normal Draco was back and not this weird one who didn't seem to like her.