Twins

Meet Harry

A/N: Mild swearing.

It's lunch. Finally. I run into the main hall, grab my reusable bag out my school bag and shove food into it, enough to feed myself and 5 other people. I ran out of the hall and outside. It was warm for September, and I found my friends sitting under a maple tree.

"Hey Avyanna!" I hear Emma say as I run towards them.

"Hey Em, made friends already?" In transfiguration, Emma had explained to me how no one in Ravenclaw wanted to be her friend, that they were all study, study, study. So I invited her to join Harry, Ronald, Hermione, Neville and I.

"You have such awesome friends!" Emma gushes. I sit next to Ronald, and share out the food. We start talking about our first day. Hermione was talking about how unfair Snape is when her face paled.

"Don't look now, but Draco is coming over with two other Slytherins." She says. I turn and wave them over.

"Hey Dray, how was your first day?" I ask. Draco sits in between Harry and I and replys saying:

"Meh, same old I guess. By the way, this is Blaise and this is Pansy, they're my real friends. Turns out Crabbe and Goyle were just being my friends because of dad." 

"That shit's messed up..." I say. I notice Draco is looking at Harry,

"Hey Dray, meet Harry, Ronald, Hermione, Neville and Emma," I say, pointing at them one at a time.

"I'm Draco, Avy's twin, this is Pansy and this is Blaise." We exchanged hello's and I began to eat. What, I'm hungry.

"You know Avy," Ronald began, "You don't have to call me by my full name, right? You can just call me Ron,"

"Oh, ok, sure Rona- Ron" I say, laughing at my own stupidity. We  began talking about lessons, friends, fights you know, the usual, avoiding the topic of my father. Draco kept glancing, blushing then looking away. Somethings up.

"Dray, can I talk to you?" I ask, shoving a chocolate frog in my mouth.

"Yeah, sure," We get up and begin to walk away from my friends, to the lake edge, and I sit down.

"So," Draco says, "Whatcha need?"

"You. Harry." I say staring at him, "Explain." Draco rubs the back of his neck, like he does when he's nervous.

"I, uh, well," He looks to our friends, "He's sorta cute, ya know?"

"No, not really."

"Oh.. well. I'm going back. And say anything about this and I'll..."

"You'll what?"

"Do something?" Wow. What a threat. I was going to say something back, but Draco was walking back over. When I arrived, Em asked,

"So, what did ya talk about?"

"Oh, well we-"

"The homework Snape gave us. My dumb ass sister here didn't understand any of it," Draco says. Em wasn't buying it, but to make him happy, she just said,

"Oh, okay" Giving  me a look which I assume meant 'tell me later'. I nod discreetly in her direction and turn back to Dray.

"And just so you know Dray, as you helped me today, I'll always be there to help you. ALWAYS DRAY!" I say, hoping he gets the hint. That's when the boy came over. I'm pretty sure he's the seeker for the Gryffindor team.

"So it's true? A Gryffindor Malfoy?" He says.

"Look," I begin, "If you're here to make fun of me, then I-"

"I'm not here to make fun of you I swear," He says, "I'm Harrison. I just wanted to see if the rumours were true, which they are, by the way."

"Yeah, no shit" I say, "Weren't you at the Sorting Ceremony?" 

"No, I missed the train. Well," Harrison says, looking around, " I best be off, quidditch practice." He turns on his heel, "See ya later, I guess."

"Bye?" I couldn't be more confused. He must be Fred's year. But he looks so young.

"My Merlin, are all Gryffindors that kind. Ick!" Pansy says, breaking the silence.

"Hey, Hermione, what do we have next?" Ron asks.

"Flying lesson! Exciting, right?"

"We should go..." Dray says, "And I'm sorry in advance for any rudeness. If I'm not rude then... Dad."

"Oh. Dad," I say, sneering, "A'right, see yous'"

"Bye,". Dray, Pansy and Blaise walk off, acting as if we offended them. Em looks to me with a look of 'you-can-tell-me-what-Draco-really-said-now-he's-gone' on her face. I returned her look with a look of 'I'll-tell-you-after-my-flying-lesson'.

"Um, guys, what's with the weird expressions?" Harry asks.

"Shush, Harold, we're having a conversation." Emma says, not breaking eye contact.  About five minutes later the bell thing rang, and we all got ready to go.

"Later," Em said, before running off to join her 'friends'.

"Later," I reply, but I know she can't here me. I walk toward the broomstick cupboards. This should be fun.

Word Count: 811 (Including this)