A/N: First slash fic ever…This is just an introduction. Get to know these two characters, they are OC, hopefully you love them. EPILOGUE ONLY…summary…Hogwarts! Get Ready to RUMBLE!!!

Disclaimers: Oh sod off…

giggles Can't wait!!!

Paris and Demetrius Karsten roamed the halls of Hogwarts with long proud strides, chatting in whispers amongst themselves. Eyes from every corner sneaked a peek at the vibrant good looks of the twins. Paris was the lover, gentle and swaying, effeminate even. With his long blonde hair cut so each wave framed his beautiful face perfectly, his fragile fingers that grazed only the softest of satin, his piercing blue eyes, deathly charming. His skin was light, untouched by the sun, freckled sparsely on the bride of his nose, blending gently to the rose colored lips that were permanently pursed in elegance and formality. He was raised according to his mother's liking, with proper etiquette and suave seduction. The girls who flocked him blushed at his romantic poetry, his soft voice, light and whispered, and a confident smirk that made any lady melt.

Demetrius was the rugged one, rough and boyish, masculine and gruff. His long brown hair was always unkempt, held helter-skelter by a scarlet band. His hands were calloused from nights spent deep in the forest beside their home. His skin tanned from years under the heat of the sun, golden as it is embossed with sweat from the hours of rough-housing and sports. His shirt was always tucked behind his back, never covering his body. His eyes of emerald were hidden as part of a more beautiful face. He was raised according to his father's liking, in the woods, with the animals in nature, exploring, touching every surface, smelling every scent, watching every sight. He never cared for grammar and studies, discovering what was out there mattered more. The girls who flocked him giggled as he paid no heed to them, watching as his lithe body ran back and forth in accordance to a flying ball as he and his pals passed it around.

Flirtation came natural to them both, Paris's sensual smirk, and Demetrius's boyish smile. They were always at the center of everything, every eye always focused on their movement and their words and their opinion. It is quite odd, as most people put, that they agree with each other however different they were. Many say it is an act, but they are wrong. The boys truly agree with each other, either that or they just have a mutual disregard for the other. In their home, Paris didn't care for Demetrius's little earth samples, or his wild pets, or his constant mess; so long as he didn't touch Paris's paintings and sketches. Through the years they have even come as far as working with each other, spending time with one another. Demetrius had been the model of plenty of Paris's artworks, the inspiration to many of his poems. And Paris, inversely, had given Demetrius the background knowledge of certain flora and fauna. Telling Demetrius which plants were dangerous, which were healthy and perfect for survival training.

However, this was not what the twins were most well known for, at least not in Greece. They were known for a most unusual skill, but were destined to use it. Paris and Demetrius were learned, expert, knowledgeable in the art of making love. From the simple flirtatious gestures to the most complicated of sexual positions. They had mastered the many massages, the many movements. Perfected to the most miniscule of detail. How to relay a certain message, when to start and stop saying what. When to wink his eye, when to purse his lips, when to take a sip of wine. Who to attract, how to seduce.

"Well, dear brother, it seems our luck has exceeded our expectations once again." Paris whispered, winking at a group of giggling first year girls.

"Yes…the people here are so…"

"Sexually repressed?" Paris said with an upturned brow. Demetrius laughed quietly and nodded. "Anyone spark your interest?"

"There's this beautiful Asian girl…" Demetrius said, brushing away a strand of hair from his face.

"Ahh…you always did have a preference for the oriental look…especially the ladies" Paris said.

"And you the young lads…" Demetrius teased.

"Why of course…" Paris said haughtily. "Come then…let's to this beautiful Asian girl of yours…"

"Has anyone sparked your interest?" Demetrius asked him.

"Many have…We'll get to them later. We must take our time, we've an entire year, and an entire student body to pleasure…" Paris smirked.

"Come then…"

"Oh patience, dear brother. You always have been too eager."

A/N: Just Epilogue…Intro chapter will be posted very very soon… Just editing it right now…(dec 23)