The Forgotten Twin *GOING TO BE DELETED*

Chapter 22

The second task drew nearer and nearer, and Delilah hadn't talked to Harry since their last meeting. She did, however, spend more time with Draco, Fred, and George.

Fred and George were the only people other than Lyra and Daphne who knew that Draco and Delilah were... boyfriend and girlfriend. It still seemed odd to say that, even though it had been a while since they had decided it.

The day before the next task, Delilah, Fred, and George decided to meet in an abandoned classroom just outside the Room of Requirement to plan their revenge. Draco had insisted on joining them.

"Are you sure you want to join us?" Delilah checked for the fiftieth time.

Draco nodded, looking determined.

"They're your friends, I should at least be on speaking terms with them."

Delilah shrugged, it was his future.

I bet he lasts five minutes, Midnight hissed.

Delilah hid her laugh.

Nah, it'll be at least ten. They will at least give him a chance before jinxing him.

"They threatened to beat you up if it doesn't go well, so good luck," Delilah told Draco.

See, and that's why it'll be five, Midnight insisted.

Draco hesitated, but he still followed Delilah into the room.

Fred and George were sitting in old armchairs, talking. They stopped when they saw Draco, and stood up in unison.

"Is he following you?" Fred asked, reaching for his wand.

George glared, his wand already out.

Delilah smiled.

"As interesting as that would be, no. He's fine, relax."

They hesitantly sat down, still glaring at him. Delilah ignored them and pulled out a notebook as she sat down in an armchair across from them.

At the top of a new page she wrote, Revenge: Rancid Reporter Edition.

Delilah looked up at the boys and had to stifle a laugh.

Draco was squashed uncomfortably in-between Fred and George, both of them leaning forward.

Draco looked up at her and mouthed, "Help."

Delilah, being the sympathetic person she was, chuckled.

"Knock it off," she finally said after she had restrained her laughter.

Fred and George sighed, but scooted over a little.

"Yes Miss Delilah."

Delilah rolled her eyes, smiling. The twins had been trying to find her a good nickname, since Delilah was such a mouthful.

"Still not a good one, what about Lils?" she suggested for the fiftieth time.

Fred stroked his chin, looking thoughtful, even though he had heard it before.

"That may work. We'll think about it."

Draco stared, looking thoroughly confused.

Delilah decided to change the topic, and tapped the chalkboard.

"How are we going to pull this off?"

"We could use some of the Metamorphic Mints," George suggested.

Delilah nodded, adding it in her notes.

"That's a good possibility, but how would we smuggle some to her?" she wondered aloud.