A/N: Hello again! It's book #2 in the Potter Twins series and as always I do not own Harry Potter (no matter how totally and insanely awesome that would be, I don't) So, please review, and I hope you like the next chapter of Harry and Hannah's story.
Summary: Hannah Potter is Harry Potter's twin sister, going into her second year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She thinks all the crap of last year behind her. But with Annabelle Drosie, her arch enemy being bitchier than usual, a Chamber being reopened and her deciding her feelings for her best guy friend, Draco Malfoy? Well, let's just say second year is a lot more intense than the first.
Prologue.
It was back at Hogwarts, and Draco Malfoy was sitting on a stump, looking one way and another, waiting for someone, until he saw her. Raven hair, metallic blue eyes and that unmistakeable scar, a bolt of lightning on the left side of her neck, wearing her Slytherin robes.
"You came." Draco said to her, with his signature smirk.
"How could I not?" Hannah Potter asked, smiling "I would have gone mad had I not, being away from you since June."
Just what Draco wanted to hear. He took Hannah's wrist and dragged her along onto the stump.
"Now, where were we when your stupid Muggle cousin interrupted at King's Cross?"
Hannah bit her lip "I don't know, you may have to remind me."
"Challenge accepted." Draco smirked, placing a hand on her face.
She was finally going to kiss him. There was no Ivy to stop him, no Harry, no Hermione, and no Ron. All that mattered was here and now, finally getting that moment!
Draco pressed his lips firmly against Hannah's. Kissing her as if she had never been kissed before.
Hannah returned the kiss completely. She finally had her moment. Nobody stopped her. It was just her, and Draco. Nobody else. Nothing could ruin this moment.
How very and completely wrong she was.
"Hannah!" Harry Potter's voice said from the shadows "Wake up!"
Hannah Potter was jolted awake by her brother, bringing her back to her reality. Back with the Muggles, not with Draco. On Privite Drive, not in the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts. Awake, not where she wanted to be, sleeping!
"Why me?" Hannah mumbled to herself.
…
Draco Malfoy woke up with a start, dreaming he had successfully achieved his heart's desire.
He had kissed Hannah Potter.
"DAMN IT!" Draco yelled.
Chapter 1
A Very Crappy Birthday.
I glared at my brother. I was having the sweetest dream, and he ruined it.
"Happy birthday, sis. Now get your ass out of bed. It's time Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia ignored us as usual."
I grumbled and got out of bed. Sometimes not having parents and living with your aunt, uncle and cousin, not to mention my brother, just flat up sucked.
I grumbled my current hatred towards my brother. I was having such a great dream. I was back at Hogwarts, in my Slytherin robes, and back with my best guy friend (though I kept thinking otherwise) Draco Malfoy.
The name's Potter, Hannah Lillian Isabella Marie Potter. I'm Harry's sister, in Slytherin House at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And currently, I was thinking my brother was an asshole.
I was fresh out of my first year at Hogwarts, and I was hating my summer so far. Not only was I back on Privite Drive with my Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and cousin Dudley, but none of my friends have written me. Not Pansy Parkinson, Rose Yaxley, Monique Clearwater, Amelia Finch, Lexi McMaster, Gregory Goyle, Blaise Zabini, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ramona (She-Cat) Capodebt, Sheila Alexander or my best girlfriend, Ivy Duff. I've only been getting letters from Draco.
Anyways, I went down to breakfast, and sat down, listening to my uncle ramble on and on about my brother's owl Hedwig, and my own owl Gwendolyn's hooting at all hours of the night.
"Those owls are about to go, if you can't control them."
My jaw dropped. They weren't going to take Gwen away!
"They're bored!" I yelled, tears of hate pouring from my eyes. "If you could just let us let them out at night instead of making us act like the horrible Muggle assholes you are!"
"SHUT UP!" Uncle Vernon yelled, getting up and belting me hard around the head. I saw stars.
Dudley smiled "Do it again, Dad."
Aunt Petunia looked on in shock "Please, Vernon…" she muttered.
"Are you sorry?" Vernon demanded.
I glared up at him, my head throbbing where I was hit "No!" I yelled defiantly, it's the truth!"
Vernon hit me hard again around the head and I ran upstairs. I locked myself in the room, taking the key with me so Vernon couldn't get in and beat me further.
I buried my face in the pillow and cried. I hated my life in the Muggle world! I just wanted to kill my Muggle self and live as a witch at Hogwarts. I wanted to hear from my friends, from Draco, there is nothing I wanted more. Hell, I would even hear Annabelle Drosie's voice calling me "Potty." again so I knew it wasn't just a horrible dream.
I stopped crying when I heard a pecking at the window. It was Draco's owl, Aurora carrying a parcel.
I shot up from the bed and throw the window open. I kiss the owl on the head.
"You have no idea how happy I am to see you!" I cried out, taking the parcel and going for an Owl Treat, making sure to give one to an upset Gwendolyn.
I opened the note that came with it. And nothing made me more happier to look at Draco Malfoy's writing:
Dear Hannah,
Happy birthday! Have those Muggles been treating you right? Aurora seems to really like going on deliveries to your place, have you been giving her Owl Treats? I don't care if you do. I'm out actually. So, I got you a present, I thought you could use it, seeing as your old one got lost. Father's getting me one too. See you at Hogwarts, write back!
Draco.
P.S. I guess you can tell Potter I said Happy Birthday, too.
P.P.S. Blaise has been writing Duff, and she says you aren't returning her letters.
I looked confused at the last postscript. Ivy hadn't sent me any letters that I could return.
Ivy off my mind now, I ripped the packaging off the parcel and looked inside. It was a new broom! Draco remembered that I had lost it packing when I left last term! I shrieked and ran towards my desk, grabbing a quill and some parchment:
Dear Dray,
Thank you, thank you for the broom! I love it! No those Muggles haven't been treating me right. Vernon actually just beat me for calling him an asshole. Yes, I've been giving Aurora Owl Treats, I just love seeing her, knowing I'm getting a letter or something from you. Write back!Hannah.
P.S. I never got any letters from Ivy
I tied the note to Aurora's leg and set her out the window. I glanced down at the broom.
It was beautiful, with a slick black handle with Nimbus 2001 written on the top of the tip. There wasn't a single twig out of place.
I smiled. At least Dray was thinking of me. He had actually made my day.
Harry came in sometime later, and saw the broom in my hands.
"What's that?" Harry asked, pointing to the broom.
"It's my birthday present." I said.
"How'd you get it!" Harry demanded.
"Draco-" I started.
"Malfoy, Malfoy, Malfoy. That's all you ever talk about!" Harry said. "Draco wrote to me today, Harry! Draco sent me something, Harry! I can't wait to get back to Hogwarts and see Draco, Harry!" Harry imitated, in a very good impression of myself "You have no idea how lucky you are to hear from someone. I haven't heard from Ron or Hermione or Ivy since we left King's Cross!"
"Me neither, Harry, but you don't need to get all bothered." I said, placing the broom back in the parcel and putting it in the closet, away from Vernon's prying eyes.
"Anyways, Vernon's left to get dinner jackets for that stupid dinner party we aren't allowed to exist at. So you can come downstairs."
"Thanks, Harry." I said, following him downstairs "And by the way, Dray says happy birthday."
Harry rolled his eyes "Tell Malfoy I said thanks, I guess."
I smirked. Being close with your brother's worst enemy could be a pain in the ass. But I made it work.
Harry and I lied down on the garden bench, staring at a hedge, both of us griping how Ron and Hermione had ignored us. Then I saw it.
The hedge was staring back!
"Harry!" I said, nudging by brother "Look!"
Harry looked and saw the eyes. Two glassy green ones blinked and vanished.
"I know what day it is!" Dudley sang in a singsong voice.
"What?" Harry and I said together.
"I know what day it is." Dudley sang again.
I turned to my obnoxious lard ass cousin "Congratulations, Muggle. You finally learned your days of the week!" I said sarcastically "Do you want an award?"
Dudley sneered at me "It's your birthday. So how come you guys didn't get any cards? Don't you have friends at that freak place?"
I glared at him and shot up "Firstly, don't let your mum hear you talking of our school. Secondly, I have so got friends, Dudley. In fact, just this morning, my friend Draco got me a present."
Dudley ignored me and turned to Harry "Why are you staring at the hedge."
"I'm thinking of a good spell to use to set it on fire." Harry said.
"I'm thinking of setting it on fire myself." I said, smirking.
Did I forget to mention the powers I had? I was able to control elements, fire being my specialty. And I was telepathic and psychic.
"Y-you can't do that!" Dudley said, blanching "Dad'll kick you out of the house! And you have nowhere to go. You haven't gotten any friends to take you-"
"Jiggery Pokery!" Harry yelled.
"Hocus Pocus!" I said.
"Squiggly Wiggly!" Harry finished, putting Dudley over the edge.
"MUUUUUUUUUM!" Dudley yelled, running as fast as his lard ass could carry him "MUM! They're doing You-Know-What!"
Harry and I laughed and high fived each other. We loved doing stuff like this. Hell, it's what kept us out of the cupboard under the stairs with our trunks and Harry's broomstick. We would threaten to do magic (though we weren't supposed to, underage wizards aren't to use magic outside of school) and watch the reactions.
Harry and I paid deeply for our moment of entertainment. Aunt Petunia swung her frying pan at Harry and brought me inside to help with the cooking.
…
Harry and I returned to our room just as the Masons (some big wig company that Vernon wants to indorse Grunnings, his drill making firm.) arrived. We both wanted to slump into our beds and groan over how crappy a day it was.
The problem was, there was someone lying across our beds.
