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Previously:

"Yeah?" Skye faced him.

"Nothing," he muttered, a slightly pink taint to his cheeks.

Shrugging, Skye left the compartment. She collapsed next to Hermione in her own compartment, breathing a deep sigh. This was going to be a long and interesting year.

"Come on," Harry whined. "Just tell me who the Head Boy is."

"No way," Skye shook her head. "I told you, I'm not saying."

Harry turned his pleading eyes on Hermione, but she simply smiled and kissed him on the cheek.

"Sorry Harry," she said. "Skye made me promise."

And she had. Skye knew that if Harry found out that she was to share a private Common Room with Draco Malfoy for the entire year he would absolutely flip out. Skye wouldn't be surprised if he went and complained to Dumbledore himself.

"You two are no fun," Harry frowned.

"Hey guys," Rhia said cheerfully, taking a seat. "What's up with Malfoy being Head Boy?"

"WHAT?" Harry exploded.

"Oh shit," Skye muttered, as heads turned in their direction.

She probably should have told Rhia to keep her mouth shut as well.

"Oh," Rhia said slowly, comprehension dawning on her face. "You hadn't told Harry yet."

"Congrats genius," Skye muttered sarcastically. "Did you actually think I would have?"

"Well sorry," Rhia said, a little offended. "It's not like you've talked to me recently."

"Because you've been off with Ginny and you're other friends," Skye shot back.

"Only cause I didn't want to hang around Harry and Hermione being all mushy together," Rhia smirked. "It makes me sick."

"Oh shut up," Hermione blushed.

"I'm only telling the truth," Rhia said defensively.

"I can't believe he is Head Boy," Harry snarled. "I feel like going up to Dumbledore and..."

"Harry," Skye snapped. "Can you just shut up?"

Harry looked at her in shock, jaw dropping open.

"Did you just tell me to shut up?" he asked.

"Yes," Skye said angrily. "I don't give a shit about Malfoy being Head Boy. Sure, he wasn't who I would have chosen..."

"Got that right," Rhia muttered.

"But," Skye continued, ignoring Rhia's interruption. "I wouldn't have chosen me for Head Girl either. So just get over the fact that he broke my heart and move on because I have."

"Are you quite done?" Harry raised an eyebrow and Skye didn't miss the underlying hurt in his tone.

"Yes," she sighed. "And don't get all offended on me. You know you're so out of line about this. I don't need protecting, Harry, I can look after myself. Geeze, we're seventeen now or have you forgotten that day already?"

"Of course not," Harry murmured. "I don't think I ever will."

Skye didn't think she could forget the day either. Her seventeenth birthday was quite a memorable one.

Flashback

"Shove over," Skye whispered.

She pushed Harry's bare shoulder and he groaned.

"Must you insist on sharing my bed?" he asked.

"Of course," Skye grinned, a little too cheery for the time of night. "It's our birthday eve. Sleeping with you is like a tradition."

And it was. When the twins were little, they were always overly excited the night before their birthday. Their parents had lost their patience one too many times at the twins for sneaking out of their beds during the evening and so had thrown them (not literally of course) into the same room so they could entertain each other.

Of course, these games wore both Skye and Harry out eventually and they fell asleep together. Seeing that it was effective, Lily and James had continued putting the twins to bed together every birthday eve.

When they were older, however, it wasn't necessary anymore but one of the twins continued to sneak into the other's room after their parents had gone to bed. It was generally Skye, but she knew Harry didn't mind. It was tradition after all.

And in the Potter household, traditions don't get broken.

"Sure, sure," Harry sighed. "Get in."

Skye got into Harry's bed, pulling the sheets and doona up around them. She leaned back into Harry's chest and he wrapped his arms around her.

"Love you," she whispered.

"Love you too," Harry kissed Skye's temple quickly and closed his eyes.

It didn't take long for the twins to fall asleep and they both slept soundly the entire night. Skye was the first to wake up in the morning and she glanced wearily at the clock.

"10:38?" she yelped. "Harry, Harry wake up!"

"What's going on?" Harry yawned.

"It's after 10:30!" Skye exclaimed.

"Really?" Harry double checked the clock. "That's weird."

Birthday's in the Potter household were a big thing, and the twins had presumed that a seventeenth would have been pretty big. After all, they were coming of age.

Skye couldn't remember the last time that she had been allowed to sleep in on her birthday. Usually, one of her younger siblings or her parents had woken her and Harry by now. Even on your average day someone would have dropped something or screamed or done something loud and noisy that would wake them up.

"We could have slept in," Harry grumbled as Skye pulled him up. "And yet you decide to wake me up. The one birthday we could have..."

"Slept in," Skye finished. "I know, I know. But don't you find this strange?"

"Sure it's strange but who cares?" Harry rolled his eyes.

"We're seventeen Harry!"

"Shit," Harry ran a hand through his hair. "Shit."

"We're of age," Skye said slowly.

"We're of age," Harry repeated.

Slowly, identical mischievous grins spread across their faces. They both leapt at the same instant, grabbing up their wands. Their shouts were simultaneous.

"Expelliarmus!"

"Diffindo!"

Both spells missed.

"Diffindo?" Harry started at his sister. "Are you trying to kill me?"

"I was trying to cut your hair," Skye grinned.

"Why you little..."

Harry pounced on his sister sending her tumbling and screaming with laughter to the ground. The twins wrestled for a little until the grumbling of Harry's tummy stopped them.
"Come on," Skye giggled. "Let's go eat something."

"Good idea," Harry grinned.

He threw an arm around Skye's shoulders, intertwining their hands and led them down to the kitchen. Skye flicked the lights on and...

"SURPRISE!" everyone shouted.

"Oh my god," Skye breathed.

Somehow, her parents had organized all their friends and family to be in the kitchen for them. There was, of course, all her brothers and sisters, then the entire Black family, including a grinning Ri, the Lupin's were there in full force and then came the friends. Ron, Hermione (which wasn't surprising as she was staying with them), Mr and Mrs Weasley, Ginny, Blaise, Lavender, Neville, Mr and Mrs Longbottom, Angie and some of their friends from Quidditch.

"You could have told us to get dressed or something," Skye said accusingly to her parents. "I mean, look at us."

She gestured to herself and Harry. Harry wearing only pyjama bottoms and Skye with a singlet top and pyjama bottoms.

"We think you look wonderful," Claire grinned at them. "Like you've just gotten out of bed."

"Together," Sirius inserted.

"Oh god that sounds wrong," Tonks shook her head.

And that did it. The entire kitchen burst into laughter. When they had controlled themselves again, Harry and Skye left to get dressed quickly and then returned.

"How long were you waiting for anyway?" Harry asked, as they all began to eat some of the delicious breakfast foods the women had prepared.

"Oh, only since 8," Ri shrugged.

Skye felt her jaw drop open.

"I'm surprised you remember what that hour looks like," she teased.

"Oh ha, ha," Ri rolled his eyes. "Very funny birthday girl."

"I try," Skye grinned. "Though really, how did you get out of bed?"

"Angela gave him a bit of a wakeup call," Sirius smirked as Ri blushed. "He was a little caught by surprise."

"I bet," Skye laughed.

"Leave him alone," Claire scolded.

"Yeah, leave me alone," Ri said, poking his tongue out.

"God, how old are you?" Skye asked. "Eighteen or eight? Or three come to think of it."

"Shut up," Ri scowled. "I'm eighteen, and you know it."

"Of course I do," Skye smiled. "I remember your birthday."

The guests stayed for the majority of the day and there were all sorts of entertaining games to play and presents to open. During the afternoon, Lily and James even showed a slideshow they had set up about the lives of the twins so far.

Everyone began to leave as it was getting darker outside, but Angie, Ri and Teddy stayed behind.

"We thought that since you're seventeen and all," Teddy began.

"We have to celebrate your coming of age in style," Ri continued.

"And so we have a surprise for you," Teddy said. "Consider it our gift to you."

"Don't worry," Ri said noticing the apprehensive looks on the faces of the twins. "We've checked it all with your parents and as long as we're with you, it's fine."

"Iris and Rhia helped pick out your outfits so they're all very 'chic'," Ri grinned.

"And 'totally in'," Teddy smirked.

"But we have to admit that they will look extremely good on the two of you," Ri finished. "So go get changed and then we can really start celebrating."

Still wondering what was going on, the twin's took the clothes they were handed and got changed.

Skye was wearing a beautiful pale gold dress that made her glow and, more importantly, matched her hair wonderfully. Angela did her makeup and hair and by the time she was finished, Skye looked stunning.

Harry was dressed in stylish jeans and a loose fitting top that 'brought out his eyes', according to Iris. Skye had to admit that he looked pretty good.

"Take hold of my arm Harry," Teddy said. "We're going to apparate. Ri will take you Skye."

"Where are we going?" Skye asked, a little anxiously.

"Trust us," Ri smirked.

Without further ado, he spun on the spot as Skye clutched tightly to his arm, still wondering where on earth they could be taking them...

End Flashback

Skye grinned as she remembered what had happened next. Judging by the look on Harry's face, he was remembering too.

Flashback

The club was absolutely amazing.

Plain and simple.

Skye had never been into a club before but she knew the Dragon's Breath had a pretty fantastic reputation. It wasn't a let down.

Skye couldn't remember ever having so much dancing before. She danced with Ri, Teddy, Harry and even Angela numerous times each as well as a few other guys on the dance floor. Much to her delight, Skye was always surrounded by a large group of willing dance partners. Harry told her it was because she was so stunning.

The amount of alcohol she consumed, although small (Ri and Teddy were monitoring their consumption on their parents orders) was helping her relax and fully enjoy what the night had to offer.

Laughing and slightly giddy, Skye landed back in her room during the wee hours of the following morning. She could hear Teddy and Harry arrive in the room next door.

"Don't leave," Skye slurred slightly. "I didn't wanna go. We should go back."

"The club closed, Skye," Ri rolled his eyes. "I think you had a little too much firewiskey."

"I don't think I had enough," Skye smirked.

"You had more than enough," Ri said seriously. "Now go get changed. I'll wait until you go to bed."

Skye pushed Ri out of her room while she slipped into her pyjama's quickly.

"Done," she called quietly, careful not to wake the sleeping occupants of the house.

Ri re-entered the room and gave her a hug and a kiss.

"Now get some sleep Skye," he said. "Or you'll feel even worse in the morning."

"Kay," Skye said sleepily. "Thanks for a great night."

"Anytime," Ri smiled as Skye climbed into bed. "Love you."

"Love you too," Skye murmured as her eyes closed.

It was safe to say that that was a birthday neither twin would forget in a hurry.

End Flashback

"I'm still going to want to protect you though," Harry warned. "It's in my blood. Just cause you're seventeen doesn't mean I don't have to look out for you."

"You've never had to look out for me," Skye rolled her eyes. "I can take care of myself."

"I never said you couldn't," Harry said. "Just that I have to take care of you. It's in the unwritten rules of being a brother."

"Jono doesn't act all overprotective of me," Skye pointed out.

"He's younger than you," Harry said. "And he did help me and Teddy out with Malfoy."

"Whatever," Skye rolled her eyes. "But I'm warning you; do not get in my way this year or..."

Skye's threat, however, was unable to be finished as the doors of the Great Hall opened suddenly and McGonagall lead the first years in. Skye felt Harry sitting up taller next to her and she scanned the crowd quickly for Lucas.

"He looks like he's going to be sick," Harry chuckled quietly.

And it was a fair assessment. Lucas was one of the least confident Potter siblings and at times it really showed.

Harry leant back in his seat.

"10 galleons he throws up before he gets to the hat," he bet, smirking confidently.

"You're on," Skye grinned, having a little more confidence in their younger brother.

The twins stuck their hands out and shook on it, effectively sealing their bet.

"You so owe me," Skye said, collapsing next to Harry on the couch after the feast was over.

He looked up from his conversation with Ron.

"I'm sorry," he smirked. "Whatever for?"

"You know perfectly well what for," Skye snarled. "You lost; now hand it over."

"I don't think so," Harry raised an eyebrow, silently challenging his sister.

"Fine," she spun around on the spot, willing to play Harry's games. "I'll just head back to my dorm room them. Private dorm room. That I share with Malfoy. And it's him and me, all alone..."

"Don't!" Harry yelped. "Please don't even think about that and I'll give you the money. Here."

He fumbled around in his pockets until he found a handful of gold coins. He thrust it at Skye.

"Just stay away from Malfoy."

"Thanks Harry," Skye said sweetly. "I love you."

She kissed him on the cheek quickly and danced away.

"Yeah, yeah," Harry muttered. "I love you too."

A/N So yeah...what'd you think? Review please.