That evening they didn't hang out. Instead michelle went with Draco so he could "thank" her for earlier, Ron went with Sam to finish the job, and Hermione left Harry to write to Viktor. So Harry sat in the Great Hall, alone, to wait for dinner and the others return.
"Hey Harry," Said a cute Ravenclaw seventh year named Bella Jones.
"Hey Bella," Harry said politely, even though he'd rather thnk of plans to win Michelle over.
"Umm, What are you doing all by yourself?" She asked.
"My friends are off doing other things," answered Harry
"I could sit with you for a while, if you'd like." Bella offered.
"Actually... well...Sure why not?" Harry spat out. He was being crazy and had to get Michelle off his mind.
"Cool," Bella smiled brightly.
Harry's POV
Michelle is the only thing I've been able to think about since she showed up here that night. At least I haven't been thinking about Sirius, I did enough of that over the summer I suppose. Now this Bella wants to hang out with me, which is definitely good. I still don't know why I 'm so jealous either. I also don't know what's going on with Voldemort; He's been laying low since quite a few of his death eaters are in Azkaban or being watched.
For the next week it remained this way. Michelle would hurry off to be with Draco or go to the library with Hermione who was always there, Draco always tailing Michelle. Sam and Ron stayed well-hidden, together, until dinner or until Ron had Quidditch practice. Harry was with Bella, who enjoyed showing him off to all her friends. Then they all met up at the table for dinner, and then went back to the common room afterward to study. Not until, of course, Draco got his good night kiss; which Harry found unnecessary.
Draco's POV
Things at school are fabulous. Things at home not so much. Dad is till under inquiry at work and almost certain to go to Azkaban, once the Ministry finds someone or thing to guard the prisoners. Here though things are great I'm a school prefect, I did very well on my owls and I have a lovely girl by my side to enjoy it all with. Although I have been wondering if people from wherever Nosbod is know who Voldemort is because Michelle and I have never discussed it and you would think she'd be frightened of his return. I can always find out later.
Before dinner one evening Harry, Bella, Michelle, Draco, Ron, Sam, and Hermione all lounged under a birch tree on the grounds. Normally people would have found this odd, seeing Harry and Draco together without a duel, but they'd been hanging out often.
"Ahem," Hermione had made this noise quite a few times already everyone had been in his or her own discussions.
"Something bothering you Hermione? Need a drink?" Ron asked, his arms around Sam.
"Well, actually," Hermione said, glad someone noticed her, she hated being the seventh wheel, "I was just bothered by the fact that the Daily Prophet has said nothing about Voldemort- are you okay?" she asked, Michelle had just sat up and was choking on her pumpkin juice.
"Yeah I'm alright. Go ahead." Michelle said eyes watering.
"It's just there's been nothing but ' I saw him here' and I saw him there' segments. Nothing substantial." Hermione finished.
"Do you know who Voldemort is?" Draco asked Michelle, taking the conversation to his advantage.
"Yeah actually I do know who he is and I'd rather not talk about that foul git sucking asshole." Michelle's face was red with rage," Now if you'll all excuse me." She said before storming off to the castle.
"What in bloody hell was that all about?" Ron asked surprised.
"I shouldn't be the one to tell you." Sam said quickly and looked at none of the others.
Michelle was not at dinner that evening and was pretending to be asleep when Sam, and Hermione went into the dormitories that night. The next morning at breakfast was quiet too.
"So the first Quidditch match is on Saturday. Are you guys ready?" Hermione asked Ron, Harry, who'd been let back on the team, and Ginny who was a new chaser.
"Blimey I'd forgotten." Ron said sarcastically, they had to practice every other night, but he had gotten tons better.
"I for one can't wait." Harry said, he'd barely been able to play all last year, and now he was the new captain for Gryffindor.
"See you guys later," Michelle said and got up from the table and left the hall.
"Seriously, What's gotten into her?" Ron asked.
"She is in a sort of slump," said Sam," It will be better in a few days."
"What, she hears Voldemorts name and then flips out for a week?" Ron asked.
"She'll have to be the one who tells you what's wrong," Sam looked over at Harry," I guess a bit of it has to do with you."
"Me?" Harry asked.
"So maybe if you're the one to ask her about it..." Sam let her words dissolve.
"Yeah, maybe," Harry said.
Draco stood in the Great Hall; next to the wall he usually met Michelle, wondering if she'd be there today. During Potions she sat next to him, but had only said "Hi". He looked up the stairs and saw her coming towards him, she didn't look angry, she looked exhausted. When she reached Draco she wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her head on his shoulder.
"Hey," Draco said.
"I'm sorry," Michelle, said muffled because his shoulder covered her face, "I'm sorry about yesterday and today. It's just..."
"No, don't, if you don't want to talk about it, it's okay." Draco said not wanting to cause problems," I don't need an explanation."
Michelle looked up at him and smiled, and then she gave him a kiss.
"Ron why do you like me?" Sam asked.
"Well... you're beautiful and funny and all that good stuff," Ron said, 'Plus you like me back' he thought.
"I don't think Michelle is my best friend." Said Sam.
"Well, that was random..." Ron had no clue what else to say.
"I mean we're always together but really it's just because the bond our families share. We fight to much to be best friends." Sam said simply.
"Does it bother you?" asked Ron, "That you're not best friends."
Sam let out a long sigh, "Not as much as you would think it would."
"Hmmm, Enough of that, I say." Ron said and gave Sam a kiss.
"I'm going to meet Draco's father," Michelle said. She was lying on her stomach, in front of the fire, in the common room across from Hermione. Ron and Harry looked up from their books to listen.
"When?" asked Hermione asked trying to sound really girlish.
"The weekend after next in Hogsmeade." Michelle said, blushing. Harry gave a cough.
"Michelle, I don't mean to ruin the mood, but why did you get so angry when Draco asked you about Voldemort?" Harry asked. Michelle rolled onto her back.
"You really want to know?" Michelle asked, Harry nodded his head, "Voldemort killed my father. It was just before I was born, back in Salem my parents fought against him. He killed my father and was coming to kill my mother and brothers also. Everybody told my mother to leave, to go and hide, but she wouldn't she would stay and fight. Before he could get to her though he had heard about the prophecy and where your parents were hiding. When he left to find you he told all of his death eaters to leave my family for him, as well as Sam's family."
"I'm sorry," Harry said, a little speechless.
"Why, it's because of you I got a chance at life. Even if Voldemort does end up killing me, at least I had this much, right? Michelle said.
That night lying in bed something clicked in Harry's head. When he woke the next morning he dressed quickly and went down to the steps that's led to the dungeon to wait for Draco.
"Malfoy!" Harry shouted as what seemed to be the whole Slytherin house came up the steps at last.
"What do you want Potter?" Draco said, pulling away from Crabbe and Goyle, with the same distaste. Apparently he was only nice when Michelle was around.
"Just listen. I need you to do something..."
"When have I ever done anything for you?" Draco interrupted.
"Fine not for me, for Michelle." Harry saw something in Draco's gray eyes, something he was sure he wished he hadn't.
"What is it then?" asked Draco impatiently.
"Do not let your father learn about Michelle." Harry warned.
"Why?" Now Draco was curious.
"I can't really tell you the whole story, for that you'll have to ask Michelle.
For the most part though, it seems, if somehow a follower of Voldemort was to find out about her. That follower would find it a good thing to tell. If Voldemort found out where she was and WHO she was Michelle would likely end up dead. "Harry said.
"Why would Voldemort want Michelle dead?" Draco asked
"I told you I can't tell you, you have to ask..."
"Do my eyes deceive me?" Michelle asked walking up to Harry and Draco, "Or are you getting along without me?"
"Actually I should go before it turns out bad. Just take it into consideration." Harry said to Draco.
"What was that all about?" Michelle asked.
"We need to talk..."
"Hey Harry," Said a cute Ravenclaw seventh year named Bella Jones.
"Hey Bella," Harry said politely, even though he'd rather thnk of plans to win Michelle over.
"Umm, What are you doing all by yourself?" She asked.
"My friends are off doing other things," answered Harry
"I could sit with you for a while, if you'd like." Bella offered.
"Actually... well...Sure why not?" Harry spat out. He was being crazy and had to get Michelle off his mind.
"Cool," Bella smiled brightly.
Harry's POV
Michelle is the only thing I've been able to think about since she showed up here that night. At least I haven't been thinking about Sirius, I did enough of that over the summer I suppose. Now this Bella wants to hang out with me, which is definitely good. I still don't know why I 'm so jealous either. I also don't know what's going on with Voldemort; He's been laying low since quite a few of his death eaters are in Azkaban or being watched.
For the next week it remained this way. Michelle would hurry off to be with Draco or go to the library with Hermione who was always there, Draco always tailing Michelle. Sam and Ron stayed well-hidden, together, until dinner or until Ron had Quidditch practice. Harry was with Bella, who enjoyed showing him off to all her friends. Then they all met up at the table for dinner, and then went back to the common room afterward to study. Not until, of course, Draco got his good night kiss; which Harry found unnecessary.
Draco's POV
Things at school are fabulous. Things at home not so much. Dad is till under inquiry at work and almost certain to go to Azkaban, once the Ministry finds someone or thing to guard the prisoners. Here though things are great I'm a school prefect, I did very well on my owls and I have a lovely girl by my side to enjoy it all with. Although I have been wondering if people from wherever Nosbod is know who Voldemort is because Michelle and I have never discussed it and you would think she'd be frightened of his return. I can always find out later.
Before dinner one evening Harry, Bella, Michelle, Draco, Ron, Sam, and Hermione all lounged under a birch tree on the grounds. Normally people would have found this odd, seeing Harry and Draco together without a duel, but they'd been hanging out often.
"Ahem," Hermione had made this noise quite a few times already everyone had been in his or her own discussions.
"Something bothering you Hermione? Need a drink?" Ron asked, his arms around Sam.
"Well, actually," Hermione said, glad someone noticed her, she hated being the seventh wheel, "I was just bothered by the fact that the Daily Prophet has said nothing about Voldemort- are you okay?" she asked, Michelle had just sat up and was choking on her pumpkin juice.
"Yeah I'm alright. Go ahead." Michelle said eyes watering.
"It's just there's been nothing but ' I saw him here' and I saw him there' segments. Nothing substantial." Hermione finished.
"Do you know who Voldemort is?" Draco asked Michelle, taking the conversation to his advantage.
"Yeah actually I do know who he is and I'd rather not talk about that foul git sucking asshole." Michelle's face was red with rage," Now if you'll all excuse me." She said before storming off to the castle.
"What in bloody hell was that all about?" Ron asked surprised.
"I shouldn't be the one to tell you." Sam said quickly and looked at none of the others.
Michelle was not at dinner that evening and was pretending to be asleep when Sam, and Hermione went into the dormitories that night. The next morning at breakfast was quiet too.
"So the first Quidditch match is on Saturday. Are you guys ready?" Hermione asked Ron, Harry, who'd been let back on the team, and Ginny who was a new chaser.
"Blimey I'd forgotten." Ron said sarcastically, they had to practice every other night, but he had gotten tons better.
"I for one can't wait." Harry said, he'd barely been able to play all last year, and now he was the new captain for Gryffindor.
"See you guys later," Michelle said and got up from the table and left the hall.
"Seriously, What's gotten into her?" Ron asked.
"She is in a sort of slump," said Sam," It will be better in a few days."
"What, she hears Voldemorts name and then flips out for a week?" Ron asked.
"She'll have to be the one who tells you what's wrong," Sam looked over at Harry," I guess a bit of it has to do with you."
"Me?" Harry asked.
"So maybe if you're the one to ask her about it..." Sam let her words dissolve.
"Yeah, maybe," Harry said.
Draco stood in the Great Hall; next to the wall he usually met Michelle, wondering if she'd be there today. During Potions she sat next to him, but had only said "Hi". He looked up the stairs and saw her coming towards him, she didn't look angry, she looked exhausted. When she reached Draco she wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her head on his shoulder.
"Hey," Draco said.
"I'm sorry," Michelle, said muffled because his shoulder covered her face, "I'm sorry about yesterday and today. It's just..."
"No, don't, if you don't want to talk about it, it's okay." Draco said not wanting to cause problems," I don't need an explanation."
Michelle looked up at him and smiled, and then she gave him a kiss.
"Ron why do you like me?" Sam asked.
"Well... you're beautiful and funny and all that good stuff," Ron said, 'Plus you like me back' he thought.
"I don't think Michelle is my best friend." Said Sam.
"Well, that was random..." Ron had no clue what else to say.
"I mean we're always together but really it's just because the bond our families share. We fight to much to be best friends." Sam said simply.
"Does it bother you?" asked Ron, "That you're not best friends."
Sam let out a long sigh, "Not as much as you would think it would."
"Hmmm, Enough of that, I say." Ron said and gave Sam a kiss.
"I'm going to meet Draco's father," Michelle said. She was lying on her stomach, in front of the fire, in the common room across from Hermione. Ron and Harry looked up from their books to listen.
"When?" asked Hermione asked trying to sound really girlish.
"The weekend after next in Hogsmeade." Michelle said, blushing. Harry gave a cough.
"Michelle, I don't mean to ruin the mood, but why did you get so angry when Draco asked you about Voldemort?" Harry asked. Michelle rolled onto her back.
"You really want to know?" Michelle asked, Harry nodded his head, "Voldemort killed my father. It was just before I was born, back in Salem my parents fought against him. He killed my father and was coming to kill my mother and brothers also. Everybody told my mother to leave, to go and hide, but she wouldn't she would stay and fight. Before he could get to her though he had heard about the prophecy and where your parents were hiding. When he left to find you he told all of his death eaters to leave my family for him, as well as Sam's family."
"I'm sorry," Harry said, a little speechless.
"Why, it's because of you I got a chance at life. Even if Voldemort does end up killing me, at least I had this much, right? Michelle said.
That night lying in bed something clicked in Harry's head. When he woke the next morning he dressed quickly and went down to the steps that's led to the dungeon to wait for Draco.
"Malfoy!" Harry shouted as what seemed to be the whole Slytherin house came up the steps at last.
"What do you want Potter?" Draco said, pulling away from Crabbe and Goyle, with the same distaste. Apparently he was only nice when Michelle was around.
"Just listen. I need you to do something..."
"When have I ever done anything for you?" Draco interrupted.
"Fine not for me, for Michelle." Harry saw something in Draco's gray eyes, something he was sure he wished he hadn't.
"What is it then?" asked Draco impatiently.
"Do not let your father learn about Michelle." Harry warned.
"Why?" Now Draco was curious.
"I can't really tell you the whole story, for that you'll have to ask Michelle.
For the most part though, it seems, if somehow a follower of Voldemort was to find out about her. That follower would find it a good thing to tell. If Voldemort found out where she was and WHO she was Michelle would likely end up dead. "Harry said.
"Why would Voldemort want Michelle dead?" Draco asked
"I told you I can't tell you, you have to ask..."
"Do my eyes deceive me?" Michelle asked walking up to Harry and Draco, "Or are you getting along without me?"
"Actually I should go before it turns out bad. Just take it into consideration." Harry said to Draco.
"What was that all about?" Michelle asked.
"We need to talk..."