Twins

A What?

I put my broom on the floor and held my right hand above it.

"Now," Ma'dam Hooch says, "Say nice and clearly, the word 'up' and your broom should fly to your hand!"

I took a deep breath and yelled, "UP!". As did everyone else. Harry's broom flew to his hand, first try. Dray and I got it second. Twin thing? Neville somehow ended up breaking his wrist, and was taken to the infirmary by Ma'dam Hooch. 'No flying until I get back' she had said. Draco approached Neville's rememberall. 

"Oh look at this. Maybe I should leave it somewhere where Neville can find it?" With that, Dray took off. And I followed.

"DRACO! GIVE ME THAT!" I screamed.

"Or what? You'll be bad? You're a disgrace," Dray said. I knew he was acting, but it still hurt, "Fine. If you want it so much, You take it." He threw the rememberall over to.... a window? Wow, threatening.

I flew after it, zooming faster that light? I don't actually know how fast light is though. I caught up with the ball and caught it, in the nick of time. Little did I know the window was Professor McGonagall's. And she saw the whole thing. Boy, I'm dead. Professor McGonagall stormed outside as I landed. Everyone was silent.

"Avyanna Malfoy. Come with me." She said. I dropped my broom and looked to Draco who mouthed 'Sorry' then sneered, in case anyone happened to be watching. I followed McGonagall down corridor after corridor in silence, until we came to a classroom.

"Stay here." She instructed, opening the door, "Can I have Oliver Wood?". A boy who looked about 15 came outside and McGonagall walked off again, this time towards the quidditch court. Wait. WHAT?!

"Miss, what's going on?" I ask.

"I saw you fly and catch that rememberall, Avyanna. And we need a new Chaser. And so, here you are."

"Do you want me to show her the basics, Miss?" Oliver asked.

"Yes please. Don't stay out too late." With that, MGonagall walked away.

"So.  There are seven positions on each Quidditch team. Three Chasers, two Beaters, one keeper, and one Seeker. The chasers throw a twelve inch, red leather-covered ball, called the Quaffle-"

"A what?"

"A Quaffle. Now, the chasers throw the Quaffle to one another, with the objective of getting the Quaffle through one of the opposing team's hoops. That's your job. The other Chasers are Angelina Johnson and Katie Bell. Fred and George Weasley are the Beaters and Harrison Pendrake is the seeker. I'm the keeper. Now, lets see how good your catch is."

** Time skip- In the corridor **

"Okay, let me get this straight, you think Draco is gay?" Em questioned.

"Maybe?"

"Oh. I was expecting a whole lot worse."

"Oh yeah, and I'm now on the-"

"AVY!" Fred and George come running up to me, Harrison in close pursuit.

"WHAT?" I yell back.

"IS IT TRUE YOU'RE ON THE QUIDDITCH TEAM?!"

"YEAH! WHY?"

"OLIVER JUST TOLD US! GO YOU!" Harrison yelled, grinning.

"Why are we still yelling?" I ask, lowering my voice.

"I don't know?" George said, looking to Em, "Hey Em, mind if we steal Avy? Thanks!" With that Fred grabbed my arm and ran off.

"See ya tomorrow, Em!" I yell back, waving. Fred continued dragging me until we reached a turn, where he stopped and waited for Harrison and George.

"You know," I stated, matter-of-factly, "I can walk,"

"We know," George said, catching up and grinning.

"Your face. It was...." Harrison trailed off, staring at something behind me. I turned my head to see a Slytherin boy with black hair walking down the corridor toward us.

"Hey Harrison," He said, winking, as he walked past.

"Dolan..." Harrison responded, blushing and nodding slightly.

"Ohhhhhhhh someone has a crushhh-" I begin to say.

"Not so loud," Harrison said, putting a hand over my mouth and glancing back to see if Dolan heard.

"Why? You AFRAID HE'LL FIND OUT, HUH?"

"Let's just go back... please...". With that, he took off down the corridor.

"O-T-frickin'-P!" Fred squealed.

"I second that." George fanboyed.

** Time skip- The Gryffindor common room ** 

I walked into the common room to see the golden trio sat around the fire talking. Harrison was no where to be seen. Fred and George walked up the stairs to the 3rd year Dorms.

"Hey can you check if Harrison is up there?"

"Avy, he's not in our year. He's year 7." George says.

"What. But he looks like baby."

"Yeah, bit freaky." And they walk off. Rude. I turn towards Harry, Ron and Hermione and sit on the floor.

"Well..." Hermione says.

"Well, I'm now on the Gryffindor Quidditch team!!". It feels great to tell them.

"Go you!!" Harry says smiling. I smile back.

"Guys, I'm going to bed, see you in the morning." I say, walking to my dorm. Little do they know it's 'cause Dray and I are meeting up this evening, and I need my beauty sleep.

Word count: 837 (Including this)