Disclaimer: As always I don't own Harry Potter and this is Beta'd by my wonderful other half.
AN/As it currently stands I have no planned pairings however some do seem to be trying to form as I'm writing, but they'll be unlikely to turn into anything soon especially considering their ages.
Soon enough Hogwarts was falling back into its old routine; the duo had had a mandatory health check from Madam Pomfrey, a lecture and another health check from a grumbling Potions Master, and an overly joyful conversation with the aging Headmaster on the way to their new quarters.
The rooms were brilliant, located on the first floor, they had to shake hands with one of the suits of armour followed by 'Hello, good Knight.' To gain entrance, once inside they were amazed to see their very own common room, far more neutral than either of the previous ones yet accented with both colours, sure it was smaller than either the Gryffindor or Slytherin ones but Dumbledore had explained that it was so that their friends could spend time with them without having to be in the other house's common room. A doorway lead to what they discovered was their new dorm room, with a bathroom off of that. Dumbledore had been quick to explain that behind the two large paintings on either side of the common room lay Gryffindor and Slytherin Common rooms and that their Heads of House would be along shortly to give them a password so they could go inside. They had grinned at each other and exclaimed it was brilliant.
As such it wasn't uncommon to see, Hermione curled up in one of the armchairs with a huge book, while Ron played chess against Draco. While Harry and Pansy bickered amicably over whether or not it was acceptable to just make stuff up for divination. Usually their argument would end when Draco would join in, her usual course being that Harry should obviously drop the useless subject and just change to Runes or Arithmancy.
Both girls still got stared at, although both were relieved that aside from the Professors, no-one had noticed that the scar had changed, in fact it had taken both of them nearly a week to notice the light arrow which lingered above each of their green eyes. Professor Dumbledore had taken Molly and Narcissa aside that day but all of the adults refused to explain other than that it appeared that they each had half of Harry's famous scar.
Weirdly Draco got stared at more than the black haired girl, the few snide remarks from Hufflepuff had thankfully been shut down quickly by their quidditch Captain and a few prefects. Gryffindor had been rather quiet on the matter, she got a few weird looks but thanks to Harry and the Weasley's, the others in the house either supported her or kept Mum on the situation. Ravenclaw was mostly just curiosity and a few invasive questions they also weren't too bad, although that might have been in part by the near constant presence of a Weasley, Harry, Pansy or Hermione. She did get more than a few muttered comments and dirty looks but it was nothing she couldn't handle.
The part that Draco loathed was her own housemates. Which she expected to come to a head any time soon.
Draco was rarely alone these days, it seemed that she wasn't the only one who'd noticed the looks from others in her house and the Gryffindor's often flanked her, however she'd begged for some peace and quiet explaining that she wanted to speak with Flint and he definitely wouldn't appreciate half the Gryffindor Quidditch team coming with her.
She muttered the password and stepped into the common room, a hushed silence fell over the room, and she held her head up high fixing a haughty sneer on her face. "Where's Flint?" She drawled, carefully keeping her tone neutral. One of the more neutral Slytherins gestured at the plush armchairs by the fire, Flint had apparently wasted no time and taken the house by storm. She approached nonchalantly her heart in her throat. Before she knew it her way was blocked by a pair of burly fifth years. "Move." She narrowed her eyes, sure she wasn't on speaking terms with her father but her mother was a Black and she would be damned if she'd let them talk to her like that. She sneered at the boys, who didn't move until a dismissive hand waved at them to let her pass.
"Malfoy." Flint spoke for the first time, turning to face her. His face carefully neutral as he looked her up and down.
"I want to stay as Seeker." She kept her head up as her eyes remained fixed on the sixth year. A dismissive laugh from Pucey caused her eyes to narrow slightly but she remained calm as Flint didn't laugh.
"…" He appeared to be thinking, something which caused more than a few disgusted outcries of 'Girls don't play Quidditch' and 'Girls can't be on the Slytherin team' but Flint ignored them, "I want to win." He looked her over again, "You prove you can still fly and it's yours."
She wanted to collapse with relief but was careful to not to let her mask slip, she could see the rage on a fair few of the teams faces, Flint might have accepted her back onto the team but she could see that a some of the others weren't happy about Flint breaking tradition for her. Draco herself was shocked, after all it just wasn't done for a lady to play Quidditch. Flint might have looked appraising while studying her but at least he hadn't looked at her like a piece of meat like she'd caught some of the boys doing. She nodded respectfully, before turning to leave.
"Malfoy." Flint rose, "I'll escort you." Her brow furrowed, but he continued, "Want to talk tactics." He said nothing about the looks she'd gotten by the rest of the team, least of all from Warrington who'd been angling for Seeker.
Draco had to her glee proven that she could still fly, and Flint had been delighted to welcome her back onto the team. Despite her joy she wasn't oblivious to the expressions on many of the more conservative purebloods faces. She liked her new friends but she missed the others, Theo had been being weird around her since the change. Her old friend's reaction reminded her painfully of her Father, and she sighed as she leant against the wall waiting for her best friend. Pansy always took her time going to the loo and she was still uncomfortable being in the girl's toilet. Finally the door opened and Pansy sauntered out grinning at her. The two were walking towards Transfiguration when Nott dropped his book. He stopped in front of them bending to pick it up, Draco was about to walk around him when he muttered conspiratorially "You should watch your back."
Both of the girl's eyes narrowed, "What's that meant to mean?" Pansy snapped, her voice taking on the shrill edge it always did when she got worked up, "are you threatening us?"
Theo shook his head as he rose, "Nah, just some of the pit ain't happy with you." He spoke out of the side of his mouth trying his hardest not to attract attention, apparently that was all he'd intended to say as he turned and caught up with Crabbe and Zabini.
Nott's warning was on her mind for the rest of the day drawing worried looks from Harry, Draco was surprised the raven haired girl had managed until they reached the common room to ask the question on her mind. She'd barely waited until everyone was seated to open her mouth but she didn't even get the first syllable out before Fred interrupted her thoughts.
"Alright you two. Spill." The girls all scowled at the twins.
"It's weird-" George added.
"You used to hate each other,"
"and now…"
"You two keep finishing each other's sentences,"
"and seem to be able to know what the other is thinking."
Ron scowled, "…so do you two."
"Yeah but we're twins." The twins scowled, "we're allowed."
Harry and Draco shared a look and both frowned thinking, "We don't know." Draco started.
"Started since we woke up." Harry added.
"Don't know if it's got something to do with our eyes."
"Or the weirdness of the scar." At Harry's words the groups eyes widened and the duo shared a look before both raised their fringes. A gasp went around the room.
Hermione looked interested, her exhaustion momentarily forgotten but whatever she was going to ask was forgotten as Ron spoke again, "Does this mean you can both speak to snakes?"
They shrugged, "Dunno," they said together.
"We're not identical," Draco added.
"Draco's still blonde, I've still got black hair."
"Our eyes are opposite,"
"I'm the better seeker,"
"My boobs are growing faster,"
"are not."
"are too."
"are-"
"Girls!" Their argument was abruptly stopped by their respective female friend's shout and clip around the ear.
Fred grinned at his twin, "Forge…I think,"
"Why yes Brother of mine?"
"I think…I've found my soul mate." He wiped fake tears from his eyes.
"No Gred, I have mine."
"I'm the more attractive one."
"No I am. My poor miss guided brother."
"Oh woe is me!"
"How will I win the fair maidens hand?"
"When I can't even win,"
"An argument with my uglier self!" George finished.
"Ahh!" Draco clutched at her chest, "Sister of mine they're after me."
"No…after me."
"Absolutely not they're after my beautiful blonde hair."
"I think you mean my raven locks."
"I'm the fairer,"
"Yes but I'm just more of an all-round beauty,"
"Round is right sister of mine,"
"I think you are speaking for yourself my dear,"
"How dare you!" Draco gasped in mock outrage appearing to faint into a pillow.
Harry opened her mouth to respond only to get hit with one herself, by a scowling Hermione had apparently had enough of their messing around. Harry responded the only way that she could and hit the closest twin with it, George taking the opportunity to rush over to Draco with a stack of Hermione's homework to fan her with.
The sound of Ron's head hitting the table only drew attention the attention of Hermione and Pansy as he groaned loudly, "There's four of them….they've multiplied. Why have they multiplied?!"
Narcissa had a plan, Andromeda had been willing to help and the two of them entered Gringotts intent on finding out what was happening with the Black family Vaults, Narcissa had always expected that Draco would inherit it but with Harry being Sirius' god-child the line was messed up.
"We're here to speak to the Black family account manager." Narcissa drawled, keeping her expression neutral.
The teller stared at the two of them for a moment before nodding, "You'll be escorted to him shortly."
The sisters nodded, waiting just an instant before a younger goblin gestured for them to follow, leading them to an office, the door read Account Manager Gritlock. He knocked before the door swung open and the two women entered calmly. The room was barren, weapons adorning the walls and a wizened old Goblin sat at the desk peering over his half-moon spectacles at the two of them. "And what would the pair of you want today?" He asked impatiently.
Narcissa paused, "I wished to know whom is to be Head of the Black family with my Grandfather's passing."
"It is whom it was always going to be." Gritlock bit out, "I'll tell you what I told your husband just a few days ago, just because the Heir was residing within Azkaban does not mean that you can claim his place."
Andromeda frowned, "Lucius was here?" The remaining Black sisters exchanged a look, thankful that he hadn't managed to get his hands on the fortune.
The goblin glowered, "Isn't that what I said?!" He appeared to be losing patience, "If that was all you wanted you can get out."
"Wait, might I enquire as to if Cousin Sirius is the Head?" Narcissa interjected, a quick nod was her only reply and she bowed her head, "Thank you for your time esteemed Account Manager. We will be on our way now." He waved his hand at the door impatiently and the two left deep in thought.
Andromeda was frowning deep in thought as her sister guided her to a restaurant and got them a table, Narcissa was content to allow her sister to ponder whatever was on her mind. Andromeda always had been the smartest of the three, her choice in husband was a prime example of that.
"…We need to see the trial transcripts." She said finally, sipping the tea which had appeared before her while she was lost in her mind, Narcissa raised a single eyebrow. "The head of a family can't have been sentenced to Azkaban, therefore Sirius can't have been sentenced," Narcissa went to interrupt but Andromeda continued, "Gritlock said he was residing not imprisoned, ergo he was never sentenced."
"So we eat, then head to the ministry." Narcissa had ordered for both of them after checking that Lucius hadn't thought to cancel her credit with this particular restaurant. Her elder sister nodded.
Amelia Bones had been having a nice peaceful day, not too much paperwork, not having to deal with Fudge or his stooges, no stupidity from neither her Aurors nor her Hitwizards. However her secretary poking her head in to tell her that Lady Malfoy and a Mrs Tonks wanted to speak to her caused her to close her eyes for an instant before nodding and telling the harried girl to allow the pair in.
Most of pureblood society had never thought they'd live to see the day when the Black sisters were on a rampage which wasn't aimed at each other and Amelia found herself wondering who she had upset to bring the pair to her office today of all days.
"Madam Bones! So nice of you to take time to see us." Narcissa smiled, "We were hoping you could clear something up for us."
Amelia gestured for her to continue but it was Andromeda who spoke next, "We wish to see the trial transcripts for Sirius Black." Amelia's eyes widened, only years of training managed to keep the shock from showing entirely on her face, "Family business, however if our suspicions are correct it might well involve your department."
Snape had taken some convincing by Dumbledore to allow the two accident prone dunderheads back into his classroom, despite both of their questioning of Mr Crabbe, Severus remained unconvinced that the moron hadn't maliciously hurt either of the two and he was loathe to tempt fate by bringing them back into the room. In fact he'd gone so far as to offer that the pair had solo lessons or joined the Hufflepuff/Ravenclaw class, however Dumbledore had stared at him with twinkling eyes and insisted that the pair remained taking classes with their friends.
Professor Snape rubbed his forehead, he could already envision the headache that this class was going to give him for the foreseeable future. In fact, he could already hear the little dunderheads bickering outside.
Letting the morons into the room, he raised an objection when the red headed moron went to sit beside Longbotton. "I think not, Mr Weasley. Swap with Miss Granger, perhaps with her insufferable nagging Mr Longbottom might manage not to blow up my classroom."
Despite the Granger girl's frown, neither Parkinson nor Weasley objected to being paired up, even as he flicked his wand the recipe appeared on board. He took to his normal stalking around the room, pausing to breath down Longbottom's neck, entertaining himself when the boy trembled. A glare was sent at Crabbe before he returned to the front of the room, watching as the near silent class worked diligently. Most of the class worked quietly, however one pair worked both in perfect silence and also perfect synchronisation. Malfoy and Potter weren't even bothering to look at each other, let alone speak. He felt as though he was watching one person, with two bodies, brew a potion. It was as though he was watching the Weasley twins, his blood ran cold and an involuntary shiver ran down his spine.
Before his nerves could take too much of a hit, the class was over, his eyes narrowed as the pair bottled more than just their one vial of the potion.
"Potter. Malfoy." He scowled, "Stay behind."
The duo frowned looking at one another as they dropped their potion on his desk, he didn't manage to stop himself from letting a slight smile tug at the corner of his lips as the two identical eyes stared at him with identical expressions, "It seems you have your mothers skill," He muttered under his breath, "Maybe you'll prove that you're aren't dunderheads after all." The two of them didn't respond other than a crinkling of both of their brows, returning to their work station to wait. By the time his room was clear of the other morons, Severus had almost convinced himself that he'd imagined the whole thing. "And why did the two of you pocket the remains."
The two exchanged a look before Malfoy spoke, "Harry gets nightmares."
"It might be useful." Potter added the two grinned at each other, mischievous was an understatement for the expressions.
He let out a long suffering sigh and held out his hand. A calculating scowl graced both of their faces, Severus frowned staring at the two waiting. If they wanted to play a game of patience, he would win any time of the day. Eventually the mischievous duo folded and potions appeared from pockets, sleeves and bags. Their eyes widened and they gazed up at him with quivering lips. Severus would never admit it to anyone but green eyes staring at him beseechingly tugged at his heart strings and he dismissed them without giving them the planned detention and loss of points.
It wasn't until a few minutes after the pair had given him cheeky grins before vanishing that he realised that the blasted children had played him like a master.
"Minerva!" He stepped through into her office not even bothering to check she was in before he did. "Your twins have contaminated them!"