The Switch ~-~ (A Fred Weasley / Draco Malfoy Love Story)

~*~ Ava ~*~

A lot of things led to this moment. Some of them awesome, some not so awesome. I don’t regret any of it, though.

I stood on a bench, gazing out into the crowd, trying to spy with my little eye my best friend Marty. I mean, he wasn’t that hard to find considering how bloody tall he was. Finally, I felt someone pull on my leg. I kicked out on instinct and hit something hard.

“Ow!”

I glanced down and saw my younger sister. Well, younger by twelve minutes. In some situations having a completely identical twin was fun for me. Like that one time when I knocked over Mum’s lamp and said I was Katrina.. Heh. She got in so much trouble. Granted, Mums a witch so she could just magic the lamp back together but that’s not the way our mother works. Kat was too scared when Mum was yelling at her that she didn’t even bother telling her it was me who really broke the lamp but whatever.

“You’re not supposed to stand on the benches, you know.” Katrina said, rubbing the spot on her stomach I’d accidentally kicked.

“Go.” I shooed her away with my hands, still on the lookout for Marty.

“I will not.”

“Fine then. Quit bothering me.”

I suppose you know by now how this goes. Katrina, well, she’s the good kid. Hardly ever gets into trouble, blah, blah. Basically has a boring life. A typical Gryffindor. Just by that statement you can probably figure out which house I’m in. A Slytherin and a Gryffindor who are siblings. Let alone twins. People thought it was odd too. I didn’t, though. It was completely expected. So, yada yada yada, we hate each other’s guts, we fit into our houses perfectly, never stepping outside of the boundaries, right? Wrong. Really, Katrina and I got along rather well. When other people weren’t around. But we did fit into our houses perfectly. Sort of.

See, one big problem, kind of hard to dismiss.

I was in love with a certain Gryffindor.

And Kat?

Well, she was in love with a certain Slytherin.

God, we’re so messed up.

~*~  Katrina ~*~

“Fine, then. Quit bothering me.” Ava insisted, and I sighed, looking around. Ava, unlike me, had friends to look for. I didn’t really care, though. Friends were just annoying, sometimes. As I took a second look around, I wasn’t looking for a friend – or an acquaintance, even. I was looking for someone who hated every part of me.

I wished I hated him too.

I stood on my tip-toes, looking for the distinctive head of white-blonde hair. It was odd, I know. I was in Gryffindor – happily so, I might add – but I couldn’t ever get Draco Malfoy out of my head. After a few moments of searching, I saw him. I smiled to myself, taking a long look. He was distracted – and I knew exactly who was distracting him, too. Pansy Parkinson. I almost scoffed in annoyance just hearing the name. Usually, if I wasn’t too busy hiding, I could make a few friends. But, I highly doubted she and I could ever be friends. Ever.

Draco Malfoy was a main part of that doubt...

I sighed, bending down to be eye-to-eye with the calico cat in the plastic cage that sat, locked, on top of my trunk. “You’d say something to him, wouldn’t you, Binx?” I asked, reaching one finger through the bars of the cage to tap her paw. She smacked her other paw over my finger, giving me a faintly annoyed look, but began to purr, patting my finger with her paw.

“God, Kat. You aren’t talking to that furball of yours again, are you?” Ava asked exasperatedly, and I looked up, “No.” I lied, before turning my attention back to the cat, which was now running her rough tongue over the fur on her chest. I gently tickled the fur with my finger, and she gave me another annoyed look, before running her tongue several times over my finger. I sighed softly, glancing up. My sister was gone, no doubt already on the train. I stood, picking up Binx’s carrier and dragging my trunk behind me as I stepped onto the train.

I looked around for an empty compartment, my eyes darting around nervously. Suddenly, I was tumbling backwards. I looked up, finding myself face to face with a very annoyed looking Draco Malfoy. “Watch where you’re going, mudblood.” He snapped, and I narrowed my eyes, trying to act as calm as I could. “I’m a half-blood, you idiot.” He scoffed lightly, obviously trying to cover up his mistake. “Gryffindor…” He muttered. I rolled my eyes. “Get out of my way, would you?” Without waiting for an answer, I shoved past him.

I know. That may have sounded like I didn’t care. I did. I finally found an empty compartment, shutting and locking the door and snapping the blinds shut. I hated it when people saw me cry – and, let’s face it. What self-respecting Gryffindor would cry her eyes out over a Slytherin? Draco Malfoy, even! Tears pricked at my eyes, and I brought my feet up onto the seat, sitting sideways on the velvet.

I closed my eyes, trying to relax. I was going back to Hogwarts. Maybe this would be my lucky year. Maybe this year would be the year I finally got a boyfriend. Maybe…

I sighed. Probably not. But I could dream about it.