A/N: Welcome readers! I know these little notes can be long and boring, most are skipped all together. But, I just wanted to explain a few minor details that are important.

First, Roger Davies is not the Captain of Ravenclaw in this fic. My MC is a Seventh year on the Ravenclaw Quidditch team and it didn't make sense for Davies to get the position over a Seventh year.

Second, the golden trio are present in this fic, but they are completely in the background. Because of this, however, the events of Book 3 still take place.

Third, I've read conflicting accounts of Penelope Clearwater's age. All the revisions claim she is the same age as Percy, so that's what I'm going with.

All right, end of A/N. Enjoy!

Quick, Ninja edit: I don't own Harry Potter, though I really wish I did.

Chapter One: Argument

"I have nothing to declare except my genius."
― Oscar Wilde

There are literally two reasons why having a twin brother is the best thing to ever happen to me.

Reason Number One: Right now, there are three extremely attractive seventeen year old boys across the hall from my bedroom discussing my favorite sport: Quidditch.

Reason Number Two: My brother and I were sorted into different Houses (lucky, right?) and I have not had to spend the last seven years getting to know said friends, thus rendering them a sexy mystery I can still admire.

Now, with all good pros and cons lists, there are downsides. Don't get me wrong; I love my brother with every breath I take. He still has his cons, like every human being of the male persuasion.

Reason Number One: He's in a different House. Yes, I mentioned that was a good thing in the previous list, but on some days it's good, and others, it's awful. He has literally been with me since conception and there is no human being on this planet I feel closer to… except maybe my mother. But that's irrelevant and I fail to see the point I was trying to make here.

Anyway, Reason Number Two: He acts like a protective older brother (by one minute mind you) half the time, and an annoying brother the other half. It gets very annoying, especially when it comes to guys finding me attractive.

Reason Number Three: Oliver Wood. You see, my brother comes with an other half that isn't me. No, I'm not jealous. In fact, I encourage such male bonding. My problem lies in Oliver thinking he's a better Keeper than I am a Chaser; a better Captain than I am. There is in no way that he is better than I am. That prick has been a sore in my side since he joined the Gryffindor Quidditch team our third year… which happened to be the year I mentioned to him in passing I was going to try out for the Ravenclaw Quidditch team… see my problem? Look it up! You'll find Oliver Wood's smug looking face smirking back at you. Sodding prat.

"Dani!" My brother calls, drawing me out of my list making.

I let my head fall so that my neck rests on the edge of my bed. "What?" I ask, looking at all four blokes upside down.

"You planning on getting the doorbell or are you just going to let Penelope stand outside?"

I hear the snickers of the three boys in the room and scowl. "If you lot didn't talk so loud I would have been able to hear the bloody bell ring."

They don't say anything to me and continue their conversation. I put my book to the side, put my hands onto the floor and kick my legs over my head. When I turn, extremely proud of my bed dismounting skills, I see Wood smirking at me.

"Take a good hard look, Wood. That's how real Quidditch players do it," I say sauntering out of my bedroom.

"I'll let you know if I see one," he counters.

"My life would be so much better if you two would get along," my brother Jack groans.

I clutch my hand to my heart and put on my most sickeningly sweet, apologetic face. "I'm so sorry, Jack. Oliver, sweetheart, would you like to come into my room for a nice shag? I'm sure my brother would be oh so encouraging as long as we're getting along."

My brother's face drains of all color. "Don't even joke about that."

"You know you want it."

Oliver turns from me to Jack. "Mate, hell would sooner freeze over."

I smirk at how quickly the conversation drained of all life.

Which brings me to Reason Number Four on my list of reasons why having a twin brother is the worst thing to ever happen to me. Despite my brother's awesomely fit friends who like Quidditch, I am forbidden from dating any of them. The only pleasure these blokes are going to give me involves looking and never touching. I got the better end of the deal, however. His friends are strictly prohibited from touching, looking, and even thinking about me.

Not that I would ever consider dating Oliver Wood. Like he said, hell would freeze over before that was a possibility. That doesn't mean I wouldn't have a go with the two others sitting dumbstruck in his room.

"Danica! Door!" My mother cries down the stairs leading to the attic and her office.

Oliver snorts. He's known my full name for as long as we've known each other and it still cracks him up. "Get on with it, Danica."

"I'm taking that Quidditch Cup."

Jack stands up and says, "Get the damn door, Dani, and leave us alone."

He shuts the door as I walk down the stairs. I hate how Wood can get under my skin. He's like a damn splinter… how fitting.

I open the door and see Penny with her arms folded over her chest, glaring at me.

"Let me guess, Wood is here?" Penny says.

I frown at the normally perky blond. "Yes, why?"

She pushes past me and into the house. "Thought so."

I close the door behind her, still utterly confused. "You know, you can just come in. The key is under the mat."

"Oh please. I am far too polite for that."

"Does Percy know that you're a bloody liar?"

She smirks at me. "Does Wood know that you're in love with him?"

I balk at the accusation as if I had just been accused of murder. "I am not in love with Wood!"

"It's only a matter of time."

I hear steps coming down the stairs and reluctantly turn. Jack, followed by Oliver, Garret Davin, and Henry Michaels greet us on the landing.

"I'm surprised to see Percy isn't attached to you, Penny," my brother says lightly. We all know how obsessed the Gryffindor Prefect is when it comes to the pretty blond beside me.

"He didn't want to see his roommates until school actually started. He did wish me to send his love though. I think you've all grown on him," she says sweetly.

He shrugs and rubs the pathetic excuse for a beard upon his chin. "Anyway, we're going to the pitch."

"Enjoy yourselves," we say together and walk up the way they came.

I feel eyes on me and turn my head to look back at the group. Oliver is watching me carefully as I ascend the stairs.

"Can I help you?" I ask snidely.

"No. Just enjoying the view," Oliver says, winking up at me.

"Are you this pleasant to every other girl you harass?"

He flashes a smile that would melt glaciers, if I was into that sort of thing. "Only for you, love."

"If only you were as half as charming as you think you are," I say and turn back up the stairs.

Penny smirks at me when I walk into my room. "It's like you two are shagging while talking. If only Reagan were here to hear it. She's convinced you two are in one of those romances she constantly reads about."

"He's insufferable."

"Percy says he's rather quiet when it comes to girls. I always wondered what it was about you that drove him out of his shell."

"Maybe the fact that he could not have me even if he wanted to retain his manhood?"

"Or is that just the story you tell yourself to keep away from him?" She smirks and flops onto my bed.

"You're ridiculous. It's a miracle Percy hasn't had you committed yet."

"Oh come off it. Wood's obsession lies between Quidditch and you. Percy told me that he complains about you for hours after a match."

"Because I'm better than he is and he refuses to see it."

She gives me a look that says she's not referring to my skills as a Chaser or Captain, regardless of how amazing they are.

I shake my head and sit on the bed and look out the window. I can see four boys flying around the pitch and Oliver creeps into my thoughts unbidden.

Like I said before. Reason Number Three (which really should be on the top of the list) for why I dislike my brother is Oliver Wood and his pompous attitude.