Author Note: Two people write this story! My cousin and I. The two OC twins are based after us. Millie after me, and Ivy after my cousin. We love Harry Potter.. and WE DO NOT OWN IT. Just our two OC. Draco/OC Blaise/OC !PLEASE REVIEW! This our first story okay! ENJOY~

Chapter 1:

Boarding the Hogwarts Express was familiar; cozy, like sliding into an old, worn jacket. Faces they had known forever had subtly changed over the summer, taking on the traits of the adults they were soon to become, yet retaining a little bit of the first year that they had all been at one time. Waving at their pureblood-pushing parents while rolling their eyes, the sytherin twins meandered the train together, searching out a quiet compartment and the familiar faces of their only close friends, Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini. As they weaved through the witches and wizards, Millie took a long look at her twin sister Ivy. Her tall and tanned athletic build that was perfect for the position of chaser on the quidditch pitch stood in contrast to her slender pale body that Ivy always admitted to envying, and her thick mess of golden dreadlocks was nothing like her own stick-straight chocolatey hair, cascading down to her waist. Even their personalities differed; Ivy was a mellow and easy going one-of-the-guys types while Millie often shot out sarcastic one-liners from beneath her veil of mysterious quietness, but occasionally revealed her quirky brand of loud humor. the only thing they shared was their large green orbs of eyes they possessed; carbon copied into each other's faces. They both were fringed with thick lashes, but Ivy always claimed that Millie's were much more striking. Quickly cutting off her train of thought, they ducked into a seemingly empty compartment to find none other than Blaise Zabini and Draco Malfoy.

"Speak of the devil," Ivy drawled, a grin spreading across her face.

"Devilish, I'll take that as a compliment," Draco purred from his seat, gently running his fingers through his cornsilk blonde hair. Millie rolled her eyes, not amused by Draco's charm. Ivy, on the other hand, concealed her blushing cheeks. Her feelings for Draco hadn't diminished a bit over the summer, but rather intensified at the sight of his all-too-familiar face. Millie smirked at Ivy's affections towards Draco; she soon broke her out of her trance with a gentle nudge. Blaise and Draco rose to greet the twins, Blaise welcoming them both with a hug, yet his hands lingered much too long around Ivy's waist for friendship. Millie had a giggle to herself before exchanging the standard greeting between her and Draco, a quick insult accompanied with a smile, followed by an awkward back pat. Ivy, oblivious to Blaise's advances, hastily moved on to Draco. They exchanged a complicated secret handshake before embracing, Ivy's smile splitting her face in two. Millie crossed her arms and spit out lovingly,

"You two obviously had too much time on your hands to think that up."

"Yeah, losers," Blaise muttered in jealousy, along with a string of unintelligible mutterings. Draco planted a mock punch on Blaise's arm and mockingly imitated Millie's crossed arms and unfriendly posture. The two didn't necessarily not get along, but they were prone to disagreements and moments between the two were often tense. Things had been that way ever since Draco's parents threw a holiday ball at Malfoy Manor when they were thirteen and Draco, having had a few sips of his father's brandy, made sloppy advances upon her. Millie shook her head at the memory.

"Where's the snack cart?" started Ivy. "I can't kick bloody Gryffindor's collective ass at quidditch if I'm half starved."

"Longbottom probably downed the whole lot of it, cart and all," Draco remarked snidely. With a snort, Millie retorted,

"I think you mean Crabbe and Goyle." Draco awkwardly chuckled of the mention of his former cronies. They were less than intelligible, to say the least.

"I'll accompany you, Ivy," Blaise crooned while wiggling his eyebrows in a funny attempt at being charming. Yet somewhere below the surface, seriousness was evident. Ivy laughed a deep, entertained laugh and decided, "Nah Zabini, I've had enough of you. I'm taking along Malfoy so I can give him some quidditch pointers. Let's face it, he's nothing without my expertise," Ivy rolled off smoothly, returning Draco's sly smile. Draco stood up, but Blaise protested. After much unnecessary debate, Millie stood up in a huff and dragged Ivy out of the compartment in an effort to find the blasted snack cart. Once out of earshot, Millie suppressed a giggle and raised an eyebrow at Ivy.

"Am I the only one who picked up on the sexual tension in that room? You could practically cut it with a knife, god…" Millie trailed off. Ivy rolled her eyes and threw out a lazy smile.

"You know, it's not required that you continue to mock me over Draco," complained Ivy.

"Are you completely dense? I'm referring to Blaise and the way his hands were lingering a little too long around your waist. He practically undressed you with his eyes," Millie explained, looking amused.

"I doubt it, I heard he was practically draping himself over Pansy this summer," Ivy backed.

"Rumors, doll. Either way, is there a possible love connection there?" Millie inquired. Ivy's voice faltered and the playful smile was wiped from her face.

"I really don't know, Millie. I guess I've always felt a spark, as if something was beneath the surface of our friendship, but I just can't give up on the idea of Draco."

"Hey. Your choice, but personally, I think that Blaise is exponentially hotter," Millie pointed out.

"Uh, then you go after him. I don't see why you're after me on this!" Ivy snapped as she absentmindedly played with the beads in her dreadlocks, a definite sign that she was on edge.

"There's no interest, I just don't feel anything for him. Either way, he's obviously interested in you, hot stuff," Millie giggled while flicking one of Ivy's dreadlocks beads.

"Wow, you are completely mental, Millie," Ivy looked Millie square in the face, very seriously. When Millie started to look serious back, Ivy smiled and nudged Millie playfully. They laughed together, and were so distracted that they barely noticed that they were inches from colliding with Harry, Ron, and Hermoine. Politely, they stepped aside. Millie and Ivy didn't feel the same distaste for the trio that Draco and Blaise felt for them, in fact, they thought Harry to be rather pleasant and had nothing to hold against him. However, they could barely tolerate the scrawny git of a ginger Ron Weasley since second year when he spilt pudding all over their robes in the Great Hall. At the sight of a few fourth years in their robes, Millie and Ivy decided to pass on the snack cart and make a detour to change into their own robes. When the two were finished changing, they headed back to the room. To their surprise, they found one person in the room. Pansy Parkinson was lounging next to Draco, her hand exceptionally close to his. She was greeted by raised eyebrows from the twins and the coldness was practically tangible. On that note, Pansy made excuses and left the room, obviously feeling their distaste for her.

"So, what was that about? Don't give me that innocent face, I'm a girl, in case you forgot, I pick up on those things," Ivy said to Draco with a smile that was obviously masking jealousy.

"Yeah, I'm absolutely positive that your girlfriend disapproves of us," Millie commented.

Draco rolled his eyes and shot Ivy a half smile. "She's not my girlfriend, she just has good taste in men. i mean…I don't blame her." Ivy did her best to fight the blush that was slowly creeping across her cheeks. Their playful banter and catching up slowly trailed off as they approached Hogwarts, their second home.