(NOTE: This story was made for entertainment purposes only, and in no way do I take credit for the characters ect. The OC Characters on the other hand, have been based on a group of friends of mine, and I have their full permission to post this. Of course, this is before we found out what house we were really in. The next stories coming to you from me will have the characters in the proper houses, with the proper names!)

The dream like day.

'"WAKE UP VEE!" cried a short girl, her tiny hands on her hips as she glared down at her sister lying in bed. "It's 7:30, if you don't hurry up," The girl threw her head back in irritation, her layered black hair flicking over her head and lashing against the small of her back; her blue eyes narrowed. "We'll be late" the oldest sister didn't move, and the youngest narrowed her eyes more, until they became slits.
"Move Vee" she growled, but the eldest only laughed. "We've only just gotten here for god sakes, I mean, the train journey was yesterday!" she glowered down.
"Fine! See if I care, you be late and get yelled at by Snape. It's not my problem." And with that, she turned on her heels and stormed to her bedside table, ripping open the draw and pulling out a small blue iPod.
"What the hell's that?" came Veronica's voice from the bed. She sat up, and her dark brown curls toppled around her shoulders, her brown eyes scrunching in the dark. "It's an iPod Veronica," hissed the youngest, "Don't act as though you've never seen one before." Veronica sighed, and then pulled herself from the bed with enormous effort, before padding her way to her little sister, and hugging her.
"Sorry Missy" she muttered, and her sister relaxed a little, enough to hug back. "Anyway, I meant, what's it doing at Hogwarts, and for heaven's sake, does it have to be blue?
"Say's the girl wearing red Pyjama's" Missy pointed out, Veronica blushed lightly, "Anyway, blue's a good colour" she went on, "and this little iPod is gonna work when I'm done with it" Vee didn't argue, she knew that Missy was extremely good with her charm work, and she never backed down from a challenge.
"Whatever you say sis, just don't bother me with the banging" Vee walked away and towards the bathroom, grabbing her school uniform off the side. "I can't promise that" called Missy, and Vee smirked as she closed the door.

Vee looked at herself in the tarnished silver mirror, her eyes critical. Her tall figure stood straight, and her deep chocolate eyes were still squinted. Grabbing a brush, she yanked it through her tight curls, and then pulled her uniform over her tanned body; before grabbing a toothbrush.

Tapping her wand to the small flashing screen, Missy muttered a few words, trying to concentrate. There was a loud spark, and the iPod flared to life. Grinning, Missy popped the headphones into her ears, and waved her wand once again, and the headphones became invisible. She was left with the faint background music, not loud enough to drown out voices or little noises, but loud enough to hear every beat and word perfectly.
"Vee, hurry up!" yelled the youngest, pulling on a pair of long knee length black and green strippy socks, and hitching her skirt up so it brushed the middle of her thigh; and packing some books into her bag.

Missy was a short girl for 15, with a tiny waist and long legs. Her black layered hair hung straight down to her lower back, (Her hair was naturally black, but her father had done an experiment and she'd walked in and gotten hit. Now her hair was a light cookie brown, with chocolate and red streaks. She had to dye it and fix up her roots every two weeks, which annoyed her. She was seriously thinking about just going brown and having done with it) and she had the pale complexion of someone who'd just seen a ghost.
Big black hoops hung from her ears, along with a small pink stud in a second hole in her left ear. Her bright blue green eyes were sparkling, and thick mascara and smoky eyeliner coated her eyes. She didn't like too much eyeliner, believing it made the wearer look like a racoon.
She wore some black boots, with a silver belt buckle on either side, and her tie was loose, her long sleeved shirt was tight around her waist, with puffy sleeves that ended with buttoned cuffs on her wrists. She rolled up the left sleeve a little, exposing the inside of her wrist, where her small tattoo could be seen.
The music line was thin across her pulse, and a few notes strung across it, it was meant to symbolise the fact she had music in her blood, and she was proud of how well it portrayed her inner self. She quickly covered it again, not wanting people to know she had it, let alone people in her house.
Feeling irritation setting in, she grabbed her off the shoulder bag and slinging it over her shoulder; she wrapped her knuckles smartly on the bathroom door. "Vee, get your arse out here now!"

"God," she huffed a reply, and the door swung open, bashing Missy in the arm. Rubbing the throbbing skin, she glared at her sister. "We are late." She hissed, and Veronica rolled her eyes dramatically, pulling her bag higher up her arm. "Why are you so grumpy?" she demanded, pulling Missy towards the door, pushing it open and stepping out into the cold corridor.
She shivered and pulled her robes around herself, but Missy remained unaffected by the cool stone prying at her skin, and seeping through her clothes. "I'm not grumpy." She denied, but Vee just looked sideways at her as they hurried along the stone lines walls of the hall. "Okay, so what if I am?" she admitted, "It's not my fault I'm not a morning person"
"No, course not" said Vee thoughtfully, "I don't think that's it." She tapped her chin, "It wouldn't have anything to do with the other Slytherin's, say… Draco Malfoy? Yup, I think it's cus of Draco" Missy's lips twitched slightly, and she could feel a blush on the back of her neck.
"I do not get grumpy cus of him, or them for that matter"
"You so do Missy, you sorta liked him"
"Why?" I quickened my pace, "Would I like a stuck up, pure blooded, little, evil, bastard like him?"
"Why are you asking me?" she held up her hands and smirked, "Shouldn't you be asking yourself that?"
"He's horrible, I will not like him until he gets over himself" Missy vowed.
"Good luck with that one sis. Ya know what? By the way you act; I'd say you do hate his guts." Vee encouraged. Missy didn't have a comeback, so they walked in silence to the common room.
As soon as they passed the fire, her iPod shorted out, and swearing, she threw it into her bag with a disdainful expression. "At Least Quidditch is on today," Missy rubbed her hands together excitedly. "They're trying out for a new chaser"

"Jessica? Jessica! Get up! Up, up, up!" Jessica smashed her pillow into Amy's face, and she fell onto the floor. "You know not to wake me up in the morning!" she groaned, Amy popped her head up over the end of the bed; her blonde hair plastered in a nest on top her head. "Yeah, I remember you did say something about that" she said thoughtfully, jumping back up and onto her feet.
"Why, why are you so happy?" asked Jessica around a yawn, stretching and slipping her feet into some bunny slippers. "No reason" Amy said, slipping on her robes, she'd already gotten dressed whilst Jess was snoring. "I mean, it's not as though we have the cutest guy ever in our house or anything waiting for us downstairs" she giggled, and Jessica stared out the window, a dreamy smile on her face. "Yeah, George is pretty cool"
"I'm not talking about George" she cried, spinning in a wave of hair, her eyes wide and hairbrush knotted in her hair. "I'm talking about Ron!" Jessica raised her eyebrows, and tried unsuccessfully to raise only one. "Ron? As in, Ron Weasley?" Jessica gave a confused look, buttoning up her shirt. "YES!" Amy yelled, falling over as she hopped up and down, trying to put on her shoes.

"You're joking!" Jess's blue eyes widened to match Amy's, and then they dissolved into giggles. Suddenly, there was a loud smash, and some yelling from downstairs. "Bloody hell!" came Ron's voice, followed by Harry's moans and complaints.
Jess, now fully dressed, ran downstairs with her bag, and smiled as she saw the two boys on their backs, the common room filled with laughter. "You shouldn't have tried to get into our dorm then, should you?" Jessica challenged, laughing.
"Ron wanted to see if you guys were ready yet" said Harry, pulling himself into sitting position, rubbing the back of his head. Harry was a good looking guy, with messy black hair that never lay flat; and deep bright green eyes; the colour of his mother Lily's. A small scar in the shape of a lightning bolt hide under the chunks of jet black; and he was short for his age.
"Her upstairs, Amy, ready? Nope, Amy couldn't be ready before me; even if she tried."
"I heard that!" she yelled, bounding down the stairs, her robe fastened. Ron eyed her, trying not to smile. "What're you looking at Ronald?" she asked, self conscious, Ron faltered, and his ears turned red. "Why have you got your robes done up? It's not even cold!" he said as a quick save, Amy breathed out a breath she hadn't realised she'd been holding.
Ron was tall and rather gangly, with freckles all over, and red flame hair a mess on top of his head, his brown eyes were deep set and happy.
"Bet you it is, it's England; so it's always cold" Amy muttered, smiling at them all. "Well, are we gonna get going? It's nearly time for breakfast."
"Aren't we gonna wait for Hermione or Ginny? They wouldn't leave us." Jessica said, looking around the common room. Somehow, Amy knew that it wasn't their friends she was looking for. "They've already left. They knew they shouldn't wake you up in the morning Jess" said Harry, grinning, pushing a piece of black out of the way. It seemed as though he's tried to plaster it over the scar that told his horrible past.
Jessica smiled kindly, "Good to hear at least someone listened." she threw a glance at Amy, who had engulfed herself in talking with Ron.

So the four friends walked out of the common room, and as Jessica stepped out of the fat lady portrait, she was dive bombed by two red headed boys. "Jessica" they said at the same time, messing up her hair, she giggled, and smiled. "Hi Fred, George!" they smiled back.
"We were wondering when you'd show" said Fred
"We were afraid you've run off with our little Ronnikins." input George. The twins looked at each other, then beamed at their little brother, who was glowering at them. Amy spoke up "And I was wondering if we could get to the great hall?" she went to push past them, but they blocked her path, still smiling. "I can smell the Milo!" she complained.
"How can you smell Milo?"
"It's cus she has a good nose, Fred."
"So that's why it's so big!" Amy slapped them, and they ran laughing down the stairs, yelling abuse. Swearing, Amy ran after them, laughing too. Rolling her eyes, Jess spoke to the boys, watching George chase after her friend with his wand, her heart swelling in her chest.
Fred and George were twins, both were tall and strong, even though they didn't look it; and just as their whole family, they too had freckles. Their red hair hung around their chins, occasionally brushing their shoulders, and their brown eyes always excited. They were always playing tricks on fellow students and teachers, and their partner in crime Missy; often joined them during study period in an empty classroom to practise spells.

"Mmmm… Milo" said Amy around her spoon, and Ginny laughed, covering her mouth with her hand. "You love Milo, don't you?" she asked, and Jessica replied
"It's called Milo addiction, she's on medication; don't worry" Amy stuck her tongue out, and went back to her third bowl of cereal.
It seemed to Ginny that she was trying to out eat Ron, if she were; she'd lose. Suddenly, the great hall doors opened, and they all looked up to see Veronica Night storm into the hall, and sit down on the slytherin table, her face sour.
Missy Night followed after, her face a smile, and her eyes bright. It seemed that whatever was bothering Vee, wasn't a problem to Missy. "Someone looks happy" Noted Amy, talking around her spoon yet again, Fred came up behind her, and pulled it out her mouth, dropping it into her bowl. "Did nobody tell you it's rude to talk with your mouth full?" he lectured, before smiling at the others and leaving.
"Hey Hermione?" asked Harry, and she peered over her book,
"hmmm?"
"What do we have?"
"Don't you even bother to look at your time table?" she asked, Harry shook his head. "Oh, we have defence against the dark arts first with the Slytherins, then herboligy. Then potions with Slytherin again, transfiguration; last's a free study period." There were moans all round, and they continued to shovel their food into their mouths; hoping that somehow every slytherin would die in time for their shared lessons. It seemed this year was that of torture.

Missy and Veronica sat together in the DADA classroom, talking merrily together. Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson sat next to them, the boys face sour and in that of disgust. Something hit the back of Missy's head, and looking round, she saw a small piece of paper scrunched up into a ball on the floor. Picking it up, she flattened out the creases, and read in her head
'Draco doesn't look happy now, does he? Serves him right, don't you think? He's such a bastard' the hand writing told her it was Amy who had thrown it, and she was just about to reply, when the teacher stepped into the room.
"Right!" said Remus Lupin happily, pulling out his wand, "the patronus charm…"

"Lunch" moaned Veronica, sitting at the far table opposite Missy, poking her chicken noodles with a fork, her hand on her cheek. "Its lunch" she said again, Missy rolled her eyes and smiled. Her bad mood had worn off during second period, and she was now full of life, and beaming at ever student that walked past her, no matter the house.
"Well done sis, this is lunch" She waved her hand towards her sister's plate, "And you appear to be poking it, rather than eating it." Vee sunk deeper into her mood, a frown on her face; desperate to cheer her up, Missy said, "Looky who's coming into the hall."
Vee rolled her eyes, and tilted her head towards the huge doors, and took in a little breath. "Don't let him see me, don't let him see!" she whispered frantically, shrinking in her seat, her bad mood forgotten.
Grinning, Missy made to stand up, but Vee launched herself across the table, grabbing her wrist and pulling her back down. With an aching tail bone, the younger sister looked to the eldest, her eyes alight and a small smile in place. "How's my hair?"
Missy pulled a shocked face, "You're asking about your hair?" she cried in not so fake horror, "Who are you and what have you done with my sister?" she picked up her fork and pointed it at Vee, who held up her hands in surrender.
"Okay! So I kidnapped your sister and she's now locked up in the trunk at the end of her bed, can you tell me the answer now?" laughing, Missy lowered the fork, and smiled.
"It looks, great" Veronica grinned, and stood up from the table, suddenly brave despite her twisting stomach.
"You do know," said Missy, who had resumed her twisting of noodles, "What you're doing; its treason." The elder sister looked back at the youngest, who was staring at her with serious eyes.
"Says the one who talks with everyone" she countered, but she shrugged her shoulders. "Yeah, I talk to them. But I would never consider dating one" She smirked a little, seeing Vee's shocked face. "Yeah, I know what you're wanting" she said in a knowing voice and peeking over her sister's shoulder; of which was hard because of the height difference.
"How are we related?" Veronica asked in a big breath, slouching a little and waving a hand between the two of them. Missy laughed and shrugged, "Beat's me. And speaking of beating, here comes your beater in dirty and muddy protective gear." Vee stiffened, "Looks like he came prepared, he probably knew you were gonna talk to him"
Veronica pulled a face at her sister's comment, and turned to smile at Fred Weasley as he came running down the line between two tables. "Hiya Weasley!" she said when he ran past, too quiet for anybody to hear.
Missy bashed her head to the table in disbelief, groaning. "Did he even hear you?" she asked when her sister sat down, she shook her head. "No… But he did look back"
"Oh, cus that makes everything better."
"You're right, it sucks. I guess I just don't talk well to other people." She sank back into her mood, and began to yet again poke her noodles. "Don't worry hon, I still love you, that's gotta count for something"
"I guess…"
"God, what's wrong with you now? Cus whatever it is, it's bothering you a hell of a lot." Missy noted, slipping into her own bad mood and taking a sip of tea.
She made an irritated noise in the back of her throat, and pushed her plate away, watching as the food vanished and the silverware became clean and polished within an instant. "Its lunch and nothing interesting has happened!" she cried, banging her fist on the table, and a couple of first years along the line jumped.
"Well, Longbottom did blow up his cauldron in potions last period, and it is the first day back" Missy pointed out, impatiently pushing her long black hair carelessly behind her ear and scooping her own noodles into her mouth; chewing thoughtfully. "That doesn't count" Vee said angrily. "And you know what I mean. There's been no fights, no house point given or knocked off, nobody's had to go to the hospital wing, NOTHING!" she banged her fist yet again on the table, and pulled her hand back with a shocked inhale of breath.
Curious, Missy leaned towards her, careful of her food, and saw that her sister's hand was bleeding quite severely where she'd smashed it into a carving knife. "Crap" she groaned, pushing up her sleeve so the blood didn't stain the fabric.

"You were moaning about nobody being to the hospital wing in a while" drawled a voice, a voice that was deathly familiar to Missy; she didn't look up as he slid into position besides her. "I guess you can restart the trend, eh Vee?"
"Don't call me that" hissed Veronica, pushing away from the table and storming out of the entrance hall doors, Missy turned her eyes to the boy sat beside her. "What did I say?" he asked innocently, holding up his hands and widening his bright blue grey eyes.
Missy studied him, forcing distaste into her brain. "Malfoy, what didn't you say?" He shrugged away her words and began to pile pork onto his plate. Missy watched him and something deep down, buried within a memory, she saw the boy that once was. And it hurt.

Draco was a tall bleach blonde boy, with sharp features and bright, but surprisingly deep eyes. His face was pale, and his tie was done up, covering his strong throat, his shirt open to under the stripped accessory. Missy and him had been best friends up until the age of eight, before she moved away; when she went back to visit, she saw what Crabbe and Goyle had done to him.
She now tried to hate him, commanding her emotions to turn to those of disgust. "She really hates me, doesn't she?" he said convocation, taking a swig of pumpkin juice, Missy grimaced "How could she not? You tease her to insanity" he smirked at her, looking her up and down.
"She deserves it, always looking for fights, she not exactly in the mould of the teenage witch, is she?" Missy shoved away from the table, and glared at him, her hair falling from behind her ears and flowing towards his face.
"Don't" she threatened "Ever insult my sister in front of me, Malfoy" and with that, she turned on her heels, her hair fanning out behind her, and followed her sister's example by storming from the room