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"Kole! Get up now!" my mother yelled up the stairs. Welcome to my life. It's full of yelling and screaming and things falling and things being hit. Mainly all of those are applied to me. See, I am Kole Malfoy, twin sister of Draco Malfoy. We are completely identical, except for the fact that I am a girl and way prettier than him. Anyway. It's the start of my fourth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I am ready for a year full of romance and breathtaking looks. Although, my parents can't get wind of it.

See, I'm in Gryffindor. Something that is, like, forbidden in the Malfoy or Black family. But I can't really help it, although my parents don't really see that. Draco does though. He's very sweet about the whole "I'm in Slytherin and mum and dad love me better" thing.

"Kole. Come on. Mum's not happy," Draco said from my bedroom door, which I have been forced to keep open by the way. "Seriously, K."

"I'm coming Drake! Just give me a second to get dressed!" I snapped, throwing one of my scarlet pillows at him. He ducked it and laughed.

"Nice shot," he sniggered, walking away from my room and down the hall. "Hurry up!"

I rolled my eyes, but got out of my bed anyway. I snuck a look in the mirror, but automatically wished I hadn't. My pale blonde hair was sticking up everywhere, and my almost black eyes had a glazed look to them. I looked dreadful and mum was going to attack me as soon as I went downstairs. Why couldn't my life be the least bit normal? I finally got some clothing on and went downstairs, ready to face my mother and all of her hellish attitudes.

"How do I look? Presentable enough for you?" I hissed, cocking my hip and glaring at her, my blonde hair up in a ponytail the way she despised it and a black tank top and white jeans that she couldn't stand on me.

"Watch your tone with your mother!" my father growled from his seat at the table. I nodded silently and sat down. I knew from experience not to mess with my father. He wasn't afraid to slap you if you didn't follow what he was saying. "And finish your breakfast. We're leaving in five minutes."

"I'm not hungry," I said stubbornly, crossing my arms over my chest and looking into Draco's grey eyes. He shook his head slightly and sighed silently. I smirked at him but didn't say a word.

"Eat," my mother said forcibly, glaring at me and shoving something in front of me. "Eat or you're not going."

"I'm not hungry," I said again, pushing the plate away from me this time. "And I'm not going to eat if I'm not hungry." I looked down at the food and smirked, thinking of an insult that would surely gain a slap. "And besides, you always said I shouldn't eat something if I can't tell what it is."

Mum's eyes narrowed into cold, blue slits, dad stood up getting ready to throw me out of the house, and Draco laughed but he luckily turned it into a hacking cough before mum and dad could spot it. "What did you just say?" dad asked in a scary calm voice. I looked up at my mum and she was just glaring at me. So much for getting my family to love me, right?

"I said that I wasn't supposed to eat things when I don't know what they are," I said defiantly, turning my black eyes to my father. "You're the one that came up with that rule, dad."

"All right. Draco, Kole. It's time to go. You don't want to be late do you?" Mum said, standing up and brushing her skirt off. Thank you, Mum! You are the ultimate peacemaker!

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After a silent car ride, I was ready to jump out of the car and into the arms of Theodore Nott. There, on the train, I may not be in the right compartment, but at least I was happy. I had no one telling me what to do, no one hating me and definitely no one monitoring what I said just so that they would be perfectly fine. "Are you coming or not?" Draco asked, pulling his trunk out of the car. I nodded solemnly and got of our car, not meeting the eyes of my mother.

"Have a good term! Send me letters, Draco!" mum called, throwing out the fact that my presence wasn't needed nor was it wanted.

"I will mum!" he called back, giving her a little wave and dragging his trunk beside me. "What's the matter?"

"Well, let's see. Mum chose to ignore me the entire way here, dad threatened to hit me and I woke up to screaming while you woke up to mum's sweet voice and a gentle pull on your blankets," I complained, glaring at him.

"Well, think of it this way, We have a complete term without her or dad and just our friends!" he laughed, shoving me. I rolled my eyes but laughed. "Or boyfriends in your case."

"How did you find out about that?" I asked, horrified at the ways of my brother. He just laughed and walked over to our group of friends. How did I end up with the little bugger of a brother when other people had normal relatives?