Chapter 2
Rebecca's POV
In Which Angela and I break some rules…again
The classes the next few days were all in a blur. Draco made sure I sat next to him in every class, much to the teacher's disappointment. (This also seemed to confuse Crabbe and Goyle, who weren't sure what to do because he was now paying attention to me, not to giving them orders.) It turns out that most of the first classes were incredibly easy, and I had potions with Gryffindor.
When Draco, Crabbe, Goyle, and I walked into the dungeon, we filed away into our seats. I nodded at Angela, who flashed me a peace sign. (Aka: fuck you in England…which was where we were at the moment.) Draco turned to her, thinking she was flipping him off, but she simply smiled innocently. (With her blond ringlets, and blue eyes, it wasn't that hard for her to pass as innocent.)
A pale man with shoulder-length black hair, black robes, and black everything else stormed into the classroom. He walked up to the desk, and faced each of us, pulling up his sleeves as he did so. "I'm Professor Snape, for those who do not know." His gaze turned to Angela for a moment, before he looked at the rest of the class. "I'm you're potions teacher. If you explode yourselves, well, too bad!"
After a rant on how we should behave, he decided that it was time for us to get started. He had his "star pupil" show how to make a Pepper-up potion. It turns out, his star pupil was Draco.
Draco strolled to the front of the class as if he did this everyday, and began to naturally put the ingredients together.
Snape pulled out his wand, and waved it at a random Gryffindor student. "Coluous-felious!" Snape exclaimed, and the kid's nose turned cherry red, and he sneezed.
"Now, Malfoy, give Robert the Pepper-up potion," the Potions teacher instructed. Draco obligated, and Robert quickly turned back to normal.
After Potions, which was my last class, Angela and I left together, leaving Draco to Crabbe and Goyle who seemed like they were due for an order or two.
"Hey, Becca, would you like to come to the Gryffindor Common Room?" Angie asked. I shrugged. "Sure, why not?"
"Because it's technically against the rules," she told me simply. I raised an eyebrow. "Since when did that stop you?"
"Never!" she smirked, as she skipped down the hallway in her usual, cheerful way. I shook my head; sometimes I wondered how I was related to her.
"Hey, Rebecca, wait up!" I turned around to see Draco and his minions running towards me. I slowed down so that they would be able to come to my side, but walked at normal speed once they did. "Yes?"
"Why are you still speaking with that Gryffindor girl?" Draco asked, sneering in the direction that Angela had skipped off to.
"That Gryffindor girl is my twin sister! I'm not going to ignore her just because of the fact that we are in different houses! That's just kinda rude!" I informed him.
Draco clenched his jaw, obviously not found of the idea that someone wouldn't do what he wanted them to.
"Now, we have a free period, and I was wondering if you could teach Angel and I how to fly," I told him professionally, as I looked evenly into his eyes.
"Fine." even though he still had a clenched jaw, the idea of flying seemed to sooth him a little.
"I'll meet you outside in half an hour, don't forget or you'll no longer be male!" I warned, and with that, I went over to get Angela.
By the time I got Angela there, Draco was already waiting for us with two spare broomsticks from one of the sheds. He set one down in front of both of us, and told us not to pick them up.
"Okay, I'm only going to teach you simple flying, no Quidditch," he informed us. He groaned in disgust when he saw the confused looks on our faces.
"I'll explain to you what Quidditch is later," he mumbled. "Now, hold you hand over the broomstick, and say, 'Up.'"
"Well that's simple enough," Angela commented. We did as we were told, and the broomstick shot up into our hands. Draco nodded in approval. "Good job. Now, put one leg around the broomstick, and kick off with your feet."
I threw my leg around the base, and pushed off the ground. I went a few feet into the air, and Angela went a little higher than me.
"Okay, now which ever way you want to go, push your body weight that way!" he instructed.
I leaned forward, causing the broomstick to shoot forward. Now I was sure it could go faster, but since this was the first time I was on one, I wasn't used to the sudden rush of air around me. It was quite similar to sticking your head out of the car's window. I sat up, causing the broom to come to a stop. I turned to see Angela having fun going in circles, screaming, "Wee!" on the top of her lungs. I shook my head. "Angela, what do you think you're doing?"
"Making myself dizzy!" she shouted at me, as she continued to go around in circles.
"Rebecca, what's wrong with her?" Draco asked, actually sounding as if he thought she was insane. I just shook my head. "I've been wondering that for sixteen years now. My only answer is that she smokes tea bags!"
"Oh, okay then! Like that makes it all better!" Draco exclaimed, and I looked down to see him smiling up at me. I returned the gesture.
By the time Angela got dizzy enough to crash to the ground, (she only skinned her knees, and Draco healed that using some spell his father taught him,) the sun was setting.
"So, are you coming to my common room with me?" Angela asked, as Draco took the brooms back to the shed. I nodded. "Lead the way."
She smirked, and began to run towards the castle, and I ran after her. As we opened the large front doors, I heard Draco shout behind us, "Hey! Wait for me!"
"Thanks for the flying lessons, but the Gryffindors will kick my ass if I let you in!" Angela yelled, and she rushed into the castle while laughing manically.
"Yeah, they will! At least they met me before I joined their number one enemy!" I informed him loudly, as I also went into the building.
We rushed threw the hallways, but we ended up getting stopped by Professor Umbridge.
"Now, are you supposed to be running in the hall?" she asked us in a disgustingly sweet voice.
"No, ma'am, but we really have to go to the bathroom, and we can't find it!" Angela told her, hoping a little for added affect.
"Oh…it's right down that hall, take a left, and you're there," she told us. "Now, shoo!"
We both skipped down the hallway, but took a right instead of a left, and took a few more hallways until we can to a portrait of a fat lady.
"Albus," Angela told the portrait, before it swung open. She pushed me inside, before she went in herself. She took my hand, and dragged me over to one of the red couches, and pushed me down. "You, stay here! I'll be right back!" she winked, before she started to search the room.
I shook my head, and folded my arms behind my back. I figured I might as well get comfortable, so I put my feet on the coffee table in front of me.
Angela came back with two older ginger haired boys, and another male with dark hair, and green eyes.
"Rebecca, these are the Weasley twins, Fred and George, and Harry Potter!" she introduced us, pointing at them when she said their names.
I put my feet down, and extended a hand. "Hi."
"What's her house?" Harry asked, looking at Angela.
"Slytherin, but get to know her before you go all anti-Slytherin on her!" Angela told him with a stern look as if she was telling a small child to step away from the candy jar.
"Does she like pranks?" Fred asked, and I nodded. "Naturally."
"She's also impish, like me!" Angela barely got the words out of her mouth, before both of the Weasley twins grasped my hand-at the same time-and shook it. "Nice to meet yah!" they greeted in harmony.
"You, too!" I smiled at them, as they continued to shake my hand for a while, before they threw it down into my lap. I laughed for a second, before I held it out to Harry. "So you're the chosen one, huh?"
"Who told you that?" he gave me a suspicious look, as if he was asking me if I was stalking him.
"Everyone."
"Yeah, that'll be me," Harry agreed, as he too shook my hand.
Someone knocked on the common room door, and Angela sighed, before she walked over to it. "Who is it?"
"Neville," a muffled voice informed her. "I forgot the password again."
The twins rolled their eyes, as Angela told him through the door, "It's Albus!"
Angela took a few steps back, as the large door opened, and the young teenager rushed in. He gave her a grateful smile as the door closed behind him. "Thanks. I always forget the password! Ever since the first year here!"
"You can just ask me when you need it. Or stay around me!" Angela told him with a shrug.
"Oh, get a room!" I yelled at them with a smirk. It was then that Neville noticed that I was there. "We have one…and you're in it…why?"
"I dunno. She dragged me into it!" I pointed accusingly at my twin sister.
"Angela, why did you bring her here?" Harry turned to face her, and she shrugged. "Seemed like a good idea at the time."
"Famous last words…" I muttered under my breath, as I shook my head. I got to my feet, walked over to where Angel was, and took her hand. "Come on, Angie, I'm taking you to my common room!"
"Okay!" she agreed, as the portrait swung open. As we walked out, Neville exclaimed, "Hey! Wait!" before he followed us out.
He grabbed Angela's arm, and pulled her back. "You're going to go into the Slytherin common room?"
"Yes, that's pretty much the plan. You're welcome to join us if you want to."
"B-but…Slytherin…you are…fine," he sighed in defeat, as he also followed me. Angela smiled triumphantly, as she took my hand again, but also took his.
As I opened the door to the common room, I dragged Angela and Neville in with me. "Hey, Draco! I brought some company!" I shouted at the platinum blonde sitting in the armchair, with Crabbe and Goyle standing next to him. His blue gaze looked up, and noticed the Gryffindors.
He got to his feet, and stormed over to me. "You brought Gryffindors?" he growled to my face, and I nodded. "Yes."
"Why?" he demanded, pointing accusingly at Neville. "He's one of Potter's little friends!"
"You're point being?" I inquired. "I met him, and he's nothing like what you told me!"
"You met him?" Draco looked at the ceiling, as if I just poked the Devil in the nose with a pencil. "Why would you want to meet Potter?"
"To piss you off. Apparently it worked!" I smirked at him, and he groaned in frustration. "You just live to go against common logic, don't you?"
"No, it's just fun!"
Angela nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it is!"
"And you can shut up! I think you're worse than Loony Lovegood!" he commented, before I punched him in the face. "You leave my sister alone, you bloody bastard!"
Draco covered his bleeding nose with his hand, and glared at me.
"Nice aim…" Neville appraised behind me.
"Thank you, Neville," I told the Gryffindor boy, before I turned my attention back to Malfoy. "Now, if you will agree not to make any more comments about these two being in Gryffindor, I'll fix your nose."
"Fine," he grumbled into his hand, before he removed it off his face to reveal that I made his nose slightly crooked. Oops…
I took out my wand, and waved it. His nose immediately went back to place, and stopped bleeding. Malfoy wiped the left over blood on his sleeve, and muttered, "Thanks," under his breath, before turning to Angie. "Sorry about that," he told her in a voice barely above a whisper.
Angela's POV
I followed the Gryffindor students the dinning room, and sat down at the long table between George and Hermione, and across from Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville. When the food appeared, I ate in silence at first, thinking over the days events. After this, I looked up at the "Chosen one."
"Harry, could you tell me something?" I asked, and he broke away from his conversation with Ron. "What is it?"
"Have you ever heard Malfoy apologize to another student?"
"No, why?" he shook his head, now looking truly interested.
"Oh, nothing…" I allowed my voice to trail off, as I drank some tea out of my glass.
Harry turned his attention to Neville, since he was with me half the day. "Neville, what is she talking about?"
Neville looked up with a piece of chicken in his mouth, looking truly confused. "Hmm?"
"She was asking if I have heard Malfoy apologize to a student before," he explained, as Neville chewed the meat. After he swallowed, he thought for a second, before exclaiming, "Oh! That! Well, Rebecca took us to her common room, and when Malfoy insulted Angie, her twin broke his nose."
"Really? Rebecca broke his nose?" Ron asked, sounding like he really enjoyed the idea.
"Okay, what does that have to do with him apologizing?" Harry urged.
"Well, Rebecca told him that she would fix his nose if he didn't say anything against the two of us being in their common room, and he agreed. When she fixed his face, he thanked her, then told Angel sorry," Neville finished, before taking a drink out of his glass.
"Wow, that has to be a first. A Malfoy apologizing!" Ron exclaimed, as he put something in his mouth. I just nodded, before I continued to quietly eat.