Ella era la nerd, el era el playboy ¿Suena muy cliché? Pues esta historia lo es, solo que con un agregado un poco problemático... Iban al mismo instituto, se conocían pero nunca habían hablado... Hace dos años que el instituto termino, hace dos años que no se veían hasta una noche la cual les traerá tres hermosos problemas. La historia esta en edición, está completa, pero se le están corrigiendo algunos detalles... Espero que les guste igual...

A Hogwarts entran los hermanos Black, versiones femenina y masculina. Pero totalmente idénticos en el físico y en la personalidad, los dos unas divas de Hogwarts, sociables, y rechazados por su familia por ir a Gryffindor. Las cosas van pasando y nuestra chica Black resulta con sentimientos hacia su buen amigo Remus Lupin... ¿Sus sentimientos serán correspondidos?

!This was discontinued until I posted the rest of the pre-written chapters. Many are unedited so forgive me! 7th year (Y/N) Black. Sirius's Older sister. Unlike her brother, she was sorted into Slytherin and the closest person to him. Obviously they didn't express it in public. When his best friend was caught with his sister, he doesn't know how to feel. See, poor Remus couldn't help falling for her. There are some mature scenes in this. You have been warned. All Characters Belong to Jk. Rowling. I have made some random characters up too to fit storyline. :)

Ever since first year, you've hung out with the Marauders. They've always seemed like family to you. During the summer before fifth year, you've realised you think of one of the Marauders as more than a friend... Every setting/character in this fic belongs to J.K. Rowling, for the exception of your character, the names Jessica Torren and Armione Gangre. *THANK YOU FOR 157K READS!*

Athea Rose is a pureblood Hufflepuff, who hates Remus Lupin since her first year. But what happens when the two gets tangled up in a bet, a bet Remus didn't even have a say in? Who will win? And will the losing person stay upto their word? *** "If that's the case Ms. Athea Rose, why not place a bet?" he challenged. "What kind of bet?" "A bet between you and Moony to see who is better. The OWLs are this year. Your results will say who is better and who is not," he said. "And what is at stake?" I asked. . . . "Deal" "Deal," I said as we shook hands. *** How would a simple, childish bet play an important role in their lives? Read to find out!