Malfoy And Malfoy Is Two!

Chapter one: Sorting
Draco was now twelve years old, he was sorted in Slytherin House and he knew nothing about his cousin.
It was Draco's second year. As he sat at the table with his friends he watched the fresh batch of first-years stumble into the Great Hall. He was happy. Potter hadn't been on the train. Potter and the Weasel both weren't on there. The would be suspended or kicked out of Hogwarts for sure!
There she was in the middle of the line. The most beautiful girl. Some would consider her ugly, but if you had to look at Millicent Bulstrode all year, like he had too... She had protuberant eyes and long straggly blond hair. It was a bit darker than his own. He saw she had put her wand behind her ear.
He didn't hear the Sorting Hat's song. All he could do was look at the girl. He had a feeling that he should know her...
Draco watched the sorting. Keeping an eye on the girl with her blonde hair.
A brat named Michael Corner was sorted into Ravenclaw and did he see a female Weasel in the line... That would probabbly be another Gryffindor!
Finally it was the girls turn.
"Lovegood, Luna!" McGonagall called and the girl stepped forward.
"RAVENCLAW!" the hat pronounced.
Draco recognised the name Luna. He was sure he had heard it before. He just didn't know where.
Luna went to sit at the Ravenclaw table. She didn't notice the blond boy at the Slytherin table. She didn't even notice her own tablemates. A boy named Michael Corner was watching her just as avidly as Draco did. She was too busy reading the latest edition of the Quibbler, upside down.
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"Sorted into Ravenclaw! The shame!" Narcissa sobbed.
"Be satisfied that she didn't get sorted in Gryffindor!" Lucius sneered. "Be glad the Lovegoods wrote to you to tell where our niece was sorted!"
Isaac Lovegood still hadn't said that he was Luna's biological father. Nobody knew. Cynthia had taken it with her in her grave and Hayley... Hayley never knew, he hadn't told her. So she died unknowing of the deceit of her husband.
Isaac hadn't told Luna, why would he bother her with such trivialities. She didn't know she was adopted, nor did she knew that her mother wasn't her birth mother. It haunted him a bit. Cynthia haunted him, Cynthia would have wanted him to tell the truth. But he couldn't... he would lose his little girl. She was all that he had left! Well the Quibbler and her!
He was glad Rita Skeeter hadn't figured it out yet. She probably thought that the editor of the Quibbler didn't make a good story.
But then again... Rita had her own ways, maybe he could do an article about her in the Quibbler. About how she became such a dirtdigger... exposing the skeletons in the closets of famous witches and wizards. He could already see the headlines: Rita Skeeter, dirtdigger extraordinaire.