LAUREN'S POV
"What's your fake name again?" I casually asked Alexandra.
"Oliver," she reminded me.
"So, we're Oliver Andrews and Colby Phelps?" She nodded. We were on the train, going to Hogwarts, but we weren't going as Lauren and Alexandra.
The girls dormitories were all full, so we either had to wait a year, or act like boys.
Not our best plan, I know, but we refused to wait a year.
"What house do you want to be in?" I asked, trying to take my mind off my nerves.
"Gryffindor, of course," she replied. "You?"
"Gryffindor," I replied. She smriked.
"You're probably going to be a Hufflepuff," she sang. I scrunched up my nose in frustration.
"Am not."
"Are so."
"Am not."
"Are so."
"Am n-"
"'Scuse me," said a voice as our compartment door slid open. We both looked towards the door. I felt my breath catch in my chest as I looked into the ginger boy's brown eyes.
"Have either of you seen a giant tarantula?" his twin asked casually. He looked the same, except his eyes were blue.
"N-no," I squeaked. Then I cleared my throat quickly and said in a deeper tone, "Er, no, we haven't...mate."
"Oh," the brown-eyed one said, "well, if you do see him, give him to either us-Fred" he gestured to himself "and George" he gestured to his twin "Weasley, or Lee Jordan" he gestured down the halll "'Kay?"
"'Kay," Alexandra said. "I'm Oliver Andrews, by the way."
"And I'm Colby Phelps," I added. The boys smiled at us before leaving. Alexandra and I looked at each other.
"Fred was so cute!" I declared at the same time she said, "Did you see George?" We blinked.
"Fred?" she asked while I said, "George?"
"Alex," I began slowly, "I think you're mistaken. Fred was the one with brown eyes."
"There were two of them?" she asked in idle obliviousness. "I was too busy getting lost in George's blue eyes to notice." I rolled my eyes.
"I hate blue eyes on guys," I commented. She shrugged indiffererntly.
"Blue eyes on guys hate you too." I rolled my eyes again as the trolley came by.
"Anything from the trolley, dears?" asked the elderly witch. I bought a large stack of Chocolate Frogs and payed her with two Sickles.
Alexandra and I spent a good amount of time trading out Chocolate Frog cards and laughing at people's names. She was Muggle born, but I had lived next door to her my entire life and, being a Pure-Blood, told her tons of things about the Wizarding world.
As she laughed at Morganna, who had fallen asleep in her frame and was snoring, I felt something scuttle across my trainers. I looked down.
"Merlin's pants!" I screamed, making Alexandra throw her arms up in surprise, making Morganna wake up as she hit the window.
"What!" Alexandra yelped. I pointed at my trainers, trembling with fear. "Holy house-elves!"
The many beady eyes of a giant tarantula stared at me.
"I'll go get the twins," she said, dashing from the compartment.
"Hurry!" I shreiked, trying not to motivate the spider to bite me by moving.
Alexandra returned quickly, the twins following her.
"Oh, you found it!" Fred said happily, kneeling down at my trainers and taking the spider in his hands. I gaped.
"I have a question," Alexandra began. "Why do you two have a giant tarantula?"
"Why not have a giant tarantula?" George asked. Alexandra shrugged, agreeing.
"Colby, mate, you okay?" Fred asked me. I was opening and closing my mouth wordlessly like a goldfish before stammering, "Y-you just...you..." I gestured at his hands.
"Point being?" Fred asked. Then he winked at me before looking at George and saying, "C'mon. We'd better return ol' Tarry here to Lee." With that, they smiled once more at us before leaving.
Once the compartment door was shut, I burst into a fit of giggles. "He winked at me!" I exclaimed, still giggling. Alexandra rolled her eyes.
"You're a bloke, Colby," she reminded me.
"I know, Oliver," I replied, sighing. "But he's still cute." Giggles overtook me once again. She sighed.
"Whatever you say, mate, whatever you say."
Four years later...
"Hey," I greeted Fred when I met him in Flourish and Blotts. He grinned at me.
"Hey, Colby, mate," he said. "What're you doing?"
"Buying a new copy of Unfogging the Future," I replied with a groan. "My dog, Clarence, peed on it."
"Good for Clarence," he said aggresively. "Trelawny's a right old bat."
"Yeah," I agreed vaguely. I shifted the heavy book to my other hand. "Where's George?"
"Over there somewhere," he said, waving a vague hand over his shoulder. "Where's Oliver?" he added.
"It's not my day to keep him," I said, smirking. He laughed once. I loved making him laugh.
"Good point," he said, nodding and smiling. "Hey," he added in an undertone, "you ready for the Start-Of-Term feast bang?" I grinned.
"Stupid question, mate. What's in store?"
"It's a surprise," he sang, smirking once again. "I'll see you later, mate. Gotta go discus with George." He gave me that old wink, unknowingly melting my heart, and walked away.
I smiled vaguely after him before a cold voice from behind me drawled, "Are you going to move?"
I looked over my shoulder and saw Draco Malfoy, a Slytherin third-year, behind me.
"Are you going to hit puberty?" I shot back. With that, I made my way to the counter and bought Unfogging the Future and Curses and Countercurses.
Afterwards, I left to the pet shop Alexandra said she would be in. As I opened the door, a rat raced out, followed quickly by two boys I knew to be Ron Weasley and Harry Potter. Shaking my head, I walked into the store.
Ten minutes later, Alexandra and I left the store, her with her tiny new owl she named Jareth, which was about as big as a tennis ball, and me with my new calico cat I had named Blimey.
We left the pets at the Leaky Cauldren, where we both staying, and she said, "We should go to Madam Malkins. I need new robes."
Alexandra had always been tall-like, really tall. I had always been short-like, really short. Everyone towered over me, especially-
"Hey, it's the twins," I said, pointing to Florean Fortsecue's Ice Cream Parlor. One of them, I couldn't tell which from this distance, waved and beckoned us over.
"Hey," Alexandra said, sitting down beside George. "What are you guys up to?"
"Planning the Start-oF-Term bang," Fred replied, grinning at me. I returned his grin, hoping he couldn't tell butterflies were flying around in my stomach.
"Nice," I exclaimed. But Alexandra frowned.
"You lot should really stop doing that, you know," she said. "You'll get expelled."
"Yeah, yeah," George said. Alexandra opened her mouth to argue, but then he said, "There's a lake just over there. Would you like to go swimming?"
"No!" she and I quickly exclaimed. They raised their eyebrows.
"Why?" Fred asked slowly.
"I...I, uh..." I stammered pointlessly.
"Colby's hydrophobic," Alexandra said quickly. They both looked at me incredulously.
"Erm...yep," I said. "Water...terrified of it...can't drink it without choking..."
"O...kay..." George said slowly. Just to add on to it, I happily exclaimed, "I don't even shower!" The others that were at the parlor quickly took a few large steps back.
"Okay, mate," Fred said, staying a good six feet away from me.
I grinned apologetically. "Sorry, Fred." I paused. "I haven't washed my hands in two years."
"Colby!" George exclaimed. "We geddit!" I laughed.
"I'm just yanking your wand...it's been three years."
"Colby," Fred said, putting his hand on my shoulder. Even though it didn't mean what I wished it meant, it sent butterflies flying in my stomach. "Shut it," he finished. I grinned apologetically again.
"Sorry, Fred."

Okeedokee. My twin, Emma, and I thought of this the other day, so I wrote it. We hope you like it! There's much more to come, I swears it! PLEASE review! OH, and we need a name...badly...helps?

-Nikki