A/N: Holy crap. Sorry for taking so
long to update… Like what, um… 4 months and more? Anyways, I switched accounts.
Don't even ask why, I just felt like it =P But hey, review please!!
I might move this to PG-13 because of the swearing… whadduya think?
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that I've invented myself. If you think I'm JKR after reading this, then I
suggest you to read the whole set again and compare it to mine. If you STILL
think I'm JKR in disguise (HAH. I wish.), please, attend the tea party that's
taking place at the mental hospital. Thanks.
Warning: OotP Spoilers!!
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When Two Makes One
Chapter Three ; Was It Or Not?
& * & * & * & * & *
"That was not Draco Malfoy," Ron kept
on saying in shock after they left Flourish and Blotts.
He still hadn't gotten over about how Draco had acted.
"Jeez, chill," Hermione snapped at him. "People change all the time, and
especially after his father had been sent to Azkaban, I've expecting him to
either change his ways or go worse."
Harry snorted. "I wouldn't be surprised if he went worse, but seriously:
changing?" He nearly laughed at the thought. The day when Draco Malfoy's nice
is the day that… well, that'll never exist.
"But – but," Ron stuttered, "Didn't you SEE him?! Or did Malfoy somehow become
a twin?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Yes, for the last time, Ron Weasley: We saw him! Now
shut up."
"That was not Draco Malfoy," Ron repeated.
"And how would you know?"
"Polypotion. Simple as that."
"And who would want to turn theirselves into Malfoy?"
"Spies… also known as Death Eaters. Honestly, Hermione, being the smartest
witch at school, I expected you to know the answer."
"Some people can act nice too, Ron, just because you can't does mean that
others can't either."
"Now you shut up."
"Whatever."
"You're such a softie for Slytherins."
"Since when?"
"Both of you shut up," Harry grumbled. "Just stop it, so what if he's changed?
Like Hermione said, people change all the time, and Malfoy could be one of
them."
Ron snickered. "Draco Malfoy, changing? Imagine that in your head. Now, tell
me, what's wrong with the picture?"
Harry and Hermione both rolled their eyes at Ron and changed the subject.
& * & * & * & * & *
"Hey, Michelle!" Megan called up the stairs. "Mom and Dad said if you're not
ready this moment, we'll drive off without you!"
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Michelle yelled down below and she grabbed her suit
case – or, at least, she tried to. She tugged and heaved at it until Slyth appeared next to her, wrapped itself around the
handle and tugged it downstairs. To her surprise as she followed it, the snake
pulled it down the hall and down the stairs.
"Whoa, super snake?" Mrs. Lynn raised her eyebrows at the snake when it came
down the last step. "Useful sometimes, huh?"
Michelle grinned. "Yeah."
*
"So what platform was it, again?" Michelle asked nervously. In her last school,
she traveled by a carriage instead of a plain old train.
"Let's see… Platform nine and three quarters," Mr. Lynn said, and frowned. "And
how are we supposed to know where that is?"
"Dunno, maybe we could ask someone," Michelle said,
shrugging. Looking around, she spotted a boy with messy black hair carrying a
snowy white owl. She immediately recognized him as the boy in the book shop.
"Hey," she said, approaching him. "I was just wondering, since I'm new and all,
how am I supposed to get onto platform nine and three quarters?"
"Oh," he said, nodding towards the barrier ahead of them. "Just run at that
wall and you'll be there. Here, I'll show you." Smiling, he ran to the wall and
disappeared. Michelle carefully imitated him, and ran to the wall. She closed
her eyes when the wall came closer, and the next second she saw the Hogwarts
Express gleaming next to her. She saw the boy with the black hair standing
there, obviously waiting for her to check if she got through alright.
"Thanks," Michelle said, panting. "I'm Michelle -"
"Oww," Megan whined, after crashing into Michelle.
"Don't stand in front of the frikkin' doorway!" She
examined the wall. "Or, if it really is a door."
"- and this nutcase is my sister Megan," Michelle continued, with a roll of her
eyes.
Megan glared at her sister while the boy laughed. "I'm Harry," he said simply.
Michelle smiled. "Harry Potter, heh?"
"Um, just Harry. But yeah, Harry Potter," he said nervously. The sisters
grinned.
"Harry! Over here!" a girl with bushy brown hair shrieked in their direction.
When they went up to her, the first thing she demanded was, "Have you seen
Ron?"
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Why?" he asked, grinning at the girl.
"No reason," the girl said a little too quickly. She quickly changed the
subject. "Oh, are you two new here?" she asked, glancing from Megan to
Michelle. "I'm Hermione Granger, by the way."
Before Michelle could say anything, Megan said cheerfully, "Hey! I'm Megan
Lynn, and this nutcase is my sister Michelle." She tapped her sister's head, as
if expecting to hear a hollow sound. "Not as much of a nutcase as you are," her
sister grumbled.
"Transfer students?" Hermione asked, curious. Hogwarts never had transfer
students before, and if there were any, it would be recorded in Hogwarts: A History… which Hermione
would've read.
"Nope, only me," Michelle answered, brushing a strand of her hair away from her
eyes. "My sister's too much of a nutcase to get in." she grumbled, but Megan
heard her anyway. "Oh shut up, sista nutcase."
Michelle rolled her eyes and Harry looked at them curiously. "Which house d'you think you'll be in?"
"Huh," Michelle said. "I'd probably say Ravenclaw… Isn't that the house for
people who love books and studying?"
"Nerd as well as a nutcase," her sister muttered, earning her a punch on the
arm. Megan yelped.
Hermione giggled at the two and said, "Feeling the chills already?"
Michelle grinned. "Just as long as she
isn't here." She indicated Megan, who stuck her tongue out childishly. Harry
laughed. "You two fight a lot, don't you?"
"How can you tell?" Megan mumbled. Michelle punched her playfully and shrugged
at Harry. "Not easy having a sibling. You got any?"
"Naw," Harry answered. "Having a moron for a cousin
is enough for me, thanks."
"Haaarrrrrrrrrryy!!" The group turned, yelped, and
jumped out of the way just in time as a trolley came crashing into them… or
rather, three trolleys, with a red-headed boy sitting on one of them.
"What the hell was that for?!" Harry yelled at the boy who was trying to get
up, and failing. Just as he was about to answer, another two guys came over,
supposedly his brothers.
"Looks like the Fluffy Fireworks has a few problems," one of the brothers said,
scratching his head and looking down at the mess. He turned to the other.
"Wanna try it again, Fred?"
The red head in the pile yelped and scowled at them. "How about… NOT? And why
the hell is it called 'Fluffy?!'"
"Gotcha, Ron," the brother called Fred answered with a playful grin. "But hey,
George, let's try it out again and see if we can make it go…a bit faster.."
"Hey -" his twin said, staring at Michelle. She blinked back. "You're that girl
who won first place at the Varkson High's Music Competition!" [A/N: I'm sorry I suck at making names
up. Don't flame me for it _;;]
Michelle blushed. "Um, yeah, that's me. How d'ya
know?"
"Hey you really are her!" Fred said, and both twins fumbled with their bags in
search for parchment and quills. "Sign an autograph?"
"Uh, what's going on?" Hermione asked, confused. She stared at Michelle. "Oh my
god – You're Michelle Lynn??" she
screeched.
The brown haired girl blushed again and just said simply, "That'd be me. No big
deal, really." She signed the parchments that the twins gave and handed them
back. "Just a litto singing competition." She
shrugged.
Fred snorted. "Little??"
Confusion really hurts people's heads. Harry and Ron looked at each other then
back at Fred, George, and Hermione, who were staring at Michelle as if she were
a box of pure gold, their jaws hanging open.
"What the hell is going on?" Ron asked impatiently, looking between his
brothers, the blushing girl, and his friend.
Hermione turned to Ron in disbelief. "Varkson High's one of the best music high
school's in the world," she explained. "It's really hard to get in, you have to
at least know two instruments really well and a great singing voice. The school's
students are all separated into a band that they pick out themselves, and for
the rest of the year they practice together. To me, sounds like more of a music
thing all year through then school," she wrinkled her nose in disgust. [A/N: Do they even HAVE music high
schools? Oh what the hell, I'm just gonna put that there.]
"Actually, we still have to study a bit of everything," Michelle said, raising
an eyebrow at her.
"Yeah, and every year or so they have this huge competition between the bands,"
Hermione continued. "But it's really hard to get into, you have to either write
your own songs or play another one that already existed, then you have to
audition, which I heard is really hard. Only ten bands get picked out of eighty. It's already amazing enough that
you're IN the competition." She
stared at Michelle who blushed again.
"Oh yeah, and the school has never given out the grand prize before - only once
I think," Hermione stated. She looked at the singer who just shrugged.
"I don't really care about the competition, we just went for it to play along,
but we never expected to get it," Michelle smiled sheepishly.
George laughed. "Just playing along? Wow, just playing along and you got the
grand prize… It was all over the newspapers, actually."
"Even the Daily Prophet?" Harry blinked.
Megan snorted. "Duh. Varkson High's also part of some kind of magic school –
they always kept in a secret, no one knows which school though."
"It"s no big deal," Michelle said, and slung her
backpack over her shoulders. The twins were about to protest when she just
smiled at them and said, "Come on, we only have five minutes to get on the
train," she tugged at her trolley and nodded at the clock on the wall. Harry,
Ron, and Hermione nodded and picked up their stuff and walked with Michelle.
"Hold on," George said to Michelle, who turned and looked at him. "Can we have
a word with you?" Fred asked. She looked between the twins and smirked. "Sure."
The rest of the group watched as the three walked off, all of them smirking.
"Wonder what they're up to?" Ron asked the rest. They heard some laughing and
saw the twins with Michelle coming back.
"See ya guys!" Fred and George said, winked at Michelle and Disapperated.
Megan turned to her sister. "Have fun," she said simply, almost in a cold
sneer. "And you gotta keep me posted with news!"
She grinned and hugged her. "You bet, girl," she said, and punched her
playfully, a bit harder then she intended to.
"Grr. I hate you." Megan mumbled.
"I love you too," Michelle laughed and ran after her friends. "See ya!"
& * & * & * & * & *
Michelle ran down the aisle [A/N: Duurr. Okay I'm stupid. Isn't that what you call it, the
middle road thingy inside the train?] and stopped at a compartment. She looked
inside and saw Draco Malfoy, his white bangs covering his eyes while staring
out the window, his arms crossed.
What's he doing alone inside this huge
compartment?? Michelle wondered.
"Hey," she said cheerfully, sitting down in front of him. Draco frowned from
the window and when he saw her, he grineed.
"Hey yourself," he said. "Where've you been?"
"Oh just talking to some people and getting to know the place," she shrugged.
"But sometimes it seems like the other way around."
"Huh?"
Michelle grinned at him. "You'll find out soon enough!" she said and looked out
the window smiling. Draco looked at her. She was really pretty, with her long
dark hair with red, orange, blonde and black highlights, and her bright
amethyst eyes.
The compartment door opened and both turned towards it. Hmm… Pansy Parkinson or something? Michelle glared at the girl who
she met before.
"Well well well… if it
isn't Draco Malfoy?" the girl sneered, swining her
hair to one side. It hit the guy behind her who just stood their stupidly. Well
whadduya know, they are stupid.
Michelle played along with the retard. "Well well well, you sure know your classmates, girl," she said,
acting impressed.
"Ever considered the job as a dumpster person, Lynn? That way you can bury
yourself in the trash that you're working on," Pansy shot back, and Crabbe and Goyle snickered.
"Well no," Michelle looked at her innocently, "But thanks for the suggestion!
Although I don't use Crap & Shit for washing my hair, so I guess I just
might as well dump you into the trash since you smell like one." Draco smirked.
"And hey, I'll bury her corpse with ya, Mish."
"Thanks! Then I think we should call the funeral service -"
"How 'bout white lilies? Or black roses?"
"Definitely black roses, I can get them -"
"Chocolate cake -"
"- or poo cake -"
"- and I can be the person that says -"
"- 'we're all so SORRY that Pansy Parkinson had rotted from the trash and I'm sure we all greatly missed her' - "
"- 'but who cares! On to the cake!'" Draco finished for her, laughing with
Michelle who was almost on the floor from her silent laughter
Pansy turned red with anger. "You retards -" she near whispered, clenching her
fist inside her robe.
"Stupfey!"
she yelled, pointing her wand at Michelle. She dodged it while doing a flip [A/N: Hey, the compartment's big, okay?
More on that later.] and landed with anger in her eyes. "Ya know what was the
first thing I thought when I saw you, Pansy?"
"I don't give a damn what you think, Lynn," she sneered. She sent another spell after her, but all Michelle had
to do was snap her fingers and the spell was sent straight to Goyle, who didn't even sense a fight happening (Stupid…)
Draco's and Pansy's jaw dropped as they stared at
Michelle, who was sneering.
"How d'you do that?" Draco asked her.
Michelle sighed. "I went to Varkson High."
"So?" Pansy sneered, obviously not catching up.
The blue eyed girl shot her a glare and then sighed again. "Well that's just
what I expected. You're not very bright anyways," she snickered.
Pansy, knowing now that she would lose if she used magic against, so she
slapped her. Draco lunged at Pansy but Michelle held him back.
"Forget it, Draco," Michelle said, rolling her eyes. "No use wasting our time
with a loser, anyways."
"What, you train martial arts or something?" Pansy snickered. "Whoa. Not
something I expected."
Michelle glared at her. How did she know
that…? Oh. Probably some stupid interview with the newspaper thing I guess.
"You're smarter then you look, Parkinson," Michelle said sweetly, "But I'm afraid
that I can't hang out with… uh, let's just say, stupid people. Buh-bye!"
"What, you mean Draco?"
"ARGH!" Draco struggled out from Michelle's grasp and tackled Pansy onto the
floor. Crabbe and Goyle
(well, Crabbe, Goyle just
woke up).
"Here we go again…" Michelle mumbled as she tried to pull Draco out of the
fight.
& * & * & * & * & *
"What's taking her so long?" Harry asked, frowning. Thirty minutes had passed
and still no sign of Michelle.
"Maybe Malfoy tricked her or something," Ron suggested. Hermione frowned at
him. "Ron, how many times do I have to remind you, even though that jerk has
always been… well, a jerk, doesn't mean that he can't change."
"And there you go again with the 'being nice' crap," Ron muttered. Before
Hermione could shoot something back at him, they heard crashing down the aisle.
"What's that?" Ginny frowned. A minute later they heard yelling. "Wanna go
check it out?" Harry motioned them to the door.
Ron shrugged. "Got nothing else better to do anyways."
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"Retard!"
"Loser!"
"Bastard!"
"Bitch!"
"Asshole!"
"Shit head!"
Michelle sighed as she watched Draco and Pansy shout one word insults at each
other. She put on her earphones and leaned against her seat, ignoring all the
arguing.
"Shut up!"
"Damn you!"
"Who gives!"
"Fuck you!"
"Two timer!"
Michelle burst out laughing at the last remark. She shook her head at Pansy.
"Two timer? He cheated on you once?"
Draco, red with fury, was about to answer when the compartment door slid open.
They turned to see Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny standing there, who were just
as surprised as they were.
Hermione cleared her throat nervously. "Um. Are we interrupting something
here?"
"No."
"Yes."
"Go away."
"Maybe."
"Shaddup."
"Oh just shut up why don't you?!" Michelle sneered at Pansy.
Pansy just glared at her and motioned for Crabbe and Goyle to follow her. She shoved past Harry and the others,
mumbling curses under her breath. Ginny smirked and stuck her foot out, causing
Crabbe to fall onto Goyle
who fell onto Pansy, and the three of them crashed down the aisle, yelling.
"Good one, Gin," Ron grinned at his sister. However, his grin faded when he
turned to see Draco glaring at them.
"Michelle, what are you doing in here with that idiot?" Harry asked her,
curious.
Michelle smiled. "Idiot?" she asked gleefully. "Oh well I know he's an idiot
but -" She earned a playful punch from Draco. "What was that for?" She glared
at him.
"Stupid," he muttered under his breath.
"Idiot," she shot back, sticking her tongue out at him.
Hermione glanced at the two, back to Harry, and back to the two. "You two, er, already met?"
Draco snorted. "Duh, Granger," receiving a smack on the head from Michelle.
"Ever heard of the word 'nice', Draco?"
"Ever heard of the word 'ow', Michelle?"
"Apparently I have, stupid."
"Idiot."
"So, Michelle," Ron said, ignoring Draco who was again glaring at him, "You comin' over?"
"Huh? Oh yeah," she answered, looking around. "Just have to get my stuff and
I'll come." The group went out and Michelle looked at Draco.
"You coming?"
Draco raised an eyebrow at her and she got her answer. "See ya."
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A/N: Mwhaha another chapter done!! I
had some fun writing the fighting parts ;D But then again… on with the fourth chappie then! *evil grin* Do people even read these author
note thinga ma bobs??? Man, what's the point in
writing them then? *shrug* OH WELL!! See ya peeps!
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