Alright, I'm slightly nervous to be writing a Harry Potter Fanfiction and just this type of relationship in general so help me out.

First by telling me, after you read this chapter, if I should continue or not….because I'm not really sure if I should…

Also: I did what I wanted with Peeves. Creative fanfiction love and all that.

Disclaimer: I only own Lyra. Nothing else haha so sad too. Maybe if I really, really plead with J.K. Rowling I can own the twins.

To be a Gryffindor.

She doubted they had ever noticed her, would ever notice her. But that was no one's fault but her own really, something she knew all too well. But she was content, somewhat, in the invisibility she held within the halls of Hogwarts to other students aside from her few acquaintances. Lyra McKade knew very well she was painfully shy, not overly loud (or loud at all really), and preferred to allow others to handle the spotlight. So it had come to her great surprise when the sorting hat, back in her first year, with its infinite sorting wisdom placed her in Gryffindor. The table, unaware of her shocked disbelief, had cheered loudly as another was added to the legacy of Goedric Gryffindor.

Though she was easily forgotten once she'd taken her place as the next name was called (not that she minded really, there was more first years to be sorted after all). But there amongst her new peers and the chatter of others, she'd allowed herself the moment to wonder how shy little Lyra had been placed in the house renowned for the courage its occupants displayed when she had none to begin with. The McKade girl actually believed she'd be placed into Hufflepuff and had accepted her fate as such. Even her grandfather, Daniel McKade, had pointed out on numerous occasions how fiercely loyal his little lamb was. And the Mckade heiress completely agreed that courage was something she greatly lacked. So just what the hell had the old dusty hat ben thinking!?

Of course being placed in the honored house of the lion wasn't all bad. The others were extremely nice, when she'd gathered enough will to open her mouth and talk to them, but she was only really comfortable enough with Neville to squeak out more than a few words. And of course, it meant she shared a common room and house name with….them.

The Weasley Twins.

Oh yes, their title deserved to be bolded, italicized and underlined to emphasize the summery of all that they were….

She'd noticed the pair almost instantly at the table, cheering for their little brother, Ron, vigorously with their large smiles and twinkling blue eyes. Captivated her instantly and with that the little eleven year olds heart, that lasted (and seemed to be lasting, annoyingly) even in her fifth year. Though really, who could blame her for her choice in the mischievous twins? They'd grown to be devilishly handsome with their spiked ginger hair and sharp features. Both of which were complimented greatly by the sharp hue of blue, she'd fancied was close enough to the oddly named 'Dodger Blue', eyes and the smooth drawl they always spoke with. Honestly though, it was more than looks that drew her to them the looks were what first caught her attention. It was known by few she always had an obsession with people with eyes a lighter shade then her own. Lyra's eyes, of course, are the deepest shade of brown which looked black unless you invaded her personal space to notice the actual shade (a sore point for her). Though her best friend, the Poltergeist Peeves, assured it they were the color of chaos and destruction. The closets to a compliment the little ghost would allow.

But she digressed. Back to the twins...

What truly confused her late at night behind the heavy drapes of thee provided for poster bed, was who she felt more drawn to. Fred or George. It was so tiring for her heart to pull in two directions with no relief especially if she saw them execute a perfect prank her heart would go crazy all again at their smug smirks just when she convinced herself to ignore her affections when they wouldn't get her anywhere. But her indecisive mind! They drove her crazy and they didn't even know it!

Damn them, and her over-thinking mind! They were both so…so…she didn't even know!

Fred was easier to distinguish from his twin in the way he commanded more attention. Often he would set about being boisterous and dramatic in his retelling or bragging of a prank. The louder twin held no problem being the center of attention, a spotlight he graciously shared with his beloved twin. He could waltz into a room oozing self-confidence and such an over-powering sense of self that made others envy and her admire how well he knew his own power and was comfortable with it. No other opinion, save his twin, seemed to matter.

He excelled at each course, despite what Hermione Granger said, though lazy because he didn't need or want to exert more effort than necessary. Unless it came to his dream of running their joke shop which lead to he and his brothers plan to only get the OWLs necessary to run the shop. Fred was skilled in potions even though he favored charms, he was never afraid to get his hands dirty and she could see the pride in his eyes when he spoke of another invention he and his brother created because of their skill to their best friend, Lee Jordan.

Brilliance aside, there was a notoriously cruel streak about him and the curve of his mouth that made most pause in angering him. Crossing this half of the Gemini was never advisable because of his quick temper and instinctive streak to reach for his wand to fight even the smallest battles with a lazy smile and flat dangerous eyes.

And what a wicked smile he had. He could seduce anyone if he directed that smile the right way she knew. And when he crept into her most intimate dreams his husky voice and rough hands had her fancying him to be a demanding lover. (Oh come on, she stayed away from people but she was still female and knew when a dangerously handsome bloke was out and about) He'd pull responses from a willing body in a blatant show of fiery demanding passion…

And fire he was. Fred seemed as if he were forged to contain the element. He was a flash of warmth, or a wickedly slow burn when he desire to be. But there was still that seductive allure the heat of passion threw off of him and the cackling capability of deadly rage of a wildfire could set, all curled into one cleverly chaotic flame….

When George swaggered into a room (because let's be honest here, he did swagger, neither of the boys seemed to walk but swaggered and waltzed in a way that held confidence and power and maybe if you were lucky something hot and dangerous…) he didn't need to be as loud as Fred to gain attention. George had a presence; he could draw the eye with his quiet cool confidence. He was grounded calm laid back guy who didn't get riled like his brother and even when they fed off of each other's energy he still held that easy tone to his drawl. Where his twin could be cruel, George could reel him in; he was more willing to listen to any pleas of mercy (unless you were an annoying Slytherin…then all bets were off) where Fred was unconcerned.

And when his dodger blue eyes brighten and his lips curled into the sweet boyish smile that had made her want to fall into a stuttering mass of jell-o (if Lyra ever gathered enough courage to say hello, another of her many proofs she should be a Hufflepuff!). But Lyra didn't dare fool herself into thinking George was a complete saint. There was something deeper there; ever illusive in his eyes the whisper of danger that could be there. Fred was quicker to temper, but Lyra truly feared the day George became enraged…

It was probably that slow intensity in his eyes that had her fashion him as an even more intense lover. (Lyra sighed to herself, she really needed a boyfriend. Or a dreamless sleep potion…) His skill at observation, and his intuitive nature has Lyra believing he'd be anyone's undoing with slow touches, searching to draw the best responses from his all too willing partner. Where Fred would just know, George would seek; listening to mindless begging and pleas drowning them in a slow torturous pleasure…

Right, so…one dose of dreamless sleep potion before bed sounded like a damn good idea…

Brilliant as his twin in his course studies, he was incredible at Arithmancy even if he, like Fred, favored charms. But she could tell he felt incredible building formulas for their latest products, the pride in knowing the complex inner workings or each dash of their ingredients.

And to her, where Fred was like fire, George was like the earth. Though she'd originally thought him to be water, Lyra knew without a doubt he was earth. A rock for all his siblings, but there were deep caverns in his mind that housed secrets for more than just his own. He loved and nurtured his twins' temperament. But the rocky edges of a cliff alluded to his chaotic, mischievous nature and when a storm approached an earthquake raged so bad that even the hellish fury of fire would be put into its place.

And together?

Together they were utterly brilliant. The embodiment of the courage Godric Gryffindor himself hand-picked from his pupils all those centuries ago fired behind their eyes and actions always ready for battle, never backing down. Dreams clung to them, purring and rubbing themselves pleadingly against their legs like sleek cats, hoping to seduce the twins into offering enough attention to make them a reality. They were a force to be reckoned with because impossible was tucked into their back pocket for safe keeping while they chased after the howling of imagination and creation.

It was all that and more that pushed her to do something incredibly stupid to start off her fifth year. So stupid, in fact, she wondered when and how and who and just how hard she'd been dropped on her head as a baby. It was only that type of trauma that would completely explain why she'd gone and opened her mouth which was usually welded shut! And for good reason too when it got her into messes like this.

She'd been in the hall after scurrying by the twins silently, doing a daring glance up to catch just a peek of their latest prank (oh Merlin's swirly blue knickers she was pathetic!) before ducking around a corner only to freeze in horror spotting Umbridge strolling primly down the hall, Flich licking at her heels like some kind of panting stray. And the twins were unaware. The pink monstrosity would give them detention for sure!

But…but…Umbridge couldn't! They didn't know! Didn't know what happen with that illegal quill! Even Lyra had found out by accident. Dropping off a parcel for Umbridge, she'd spotted it, recognizing it for the cruelty that it was! And oh! Lyra could only guess the old toad was practically salivating for someone to get detention like the awful women did to Harry! As Umbridge stopped to primp her coiled hair, Lyra spun around knowing she was quickly running out of time to save her twin crushes.

Tossing her bag to the side she spun around rushing back down the hallway where the twins were tossing playful banter back and forth as she called out just loud enough to catch their attention. "Fred! George!"

They turned; equal looks of confusion on their face once they'd caught sight of her. Obviously they were trying to place her, and while ordinarily that thought would have delighted her…she had bigger problems.

"Hello-"
"What can we-"

"Do for you?" They volleyed the sentence back and forth, as Fred's hands played with a package of fireworks. Panting she looked at them biting her lip. "I'm so sorry!" And with a wave of her hand, before they could question it, Lyra hexed them in a full body bind, quickly shoving them behind the tapestry nearby. Frantically she picked up the small box, her eyes darting this way and that to get rid of them somehow.

The window! Brilliant!

As relieved smile curled on her lips as she tensed, rushing forward ready to unlatch it and (regrettably) send the works flying, Lyra was stopped by a sickly sweet. 'What do we have here..?'

The gods clearly hated her. Completely, if her today was anything to go by..

Stifling a groan, Lyra turned around to face the music her smile more of a grimace than anything. "Professor….Mr. Filch…" She greeted softly despair creeping up her gut as she fought the urge to break down and cry heavily at her bad luck.

At least the twins were hidden right? That was slightly comforting…

So…what do you think? Continue, don't continue? I can't decide…

And all you Hufflepuffs out there, I didn't mean to make it seem like they were wimps. Lyra just has no confidence and believes she would have done much better in a house that house because she doesn't believe she can live up to being a Gryffindor. It was more her loyalty to her housemates and crushes that caused her to speak out, and maybe a dash of courage. But anyways…yeah…what do you think?

-NightzSong