This next section was originally going to be one chapter, but I think I will break it down to atleast 3 since my chapters tend to be a bit long.

Chapter 12:
Michelle went into her own room and promptly dug around in her nightstand drawer. She still had a healing potion Madam Pomfoy had given her the first time her lip had been hurt. Changing into dry clothes, Michelle grabbed her toothbrush, toothpaste, and the lotion and went into the girls bathroom. Brushing her teeth wasn't bad, it was spitting out the toothpaste and having the bubbles go over her cut lip that hurt. After rinsing her mouth out, she put on the lotion and her lip felt instantly better. She looked at her reflection to see just how swollen her lip had become. The cold air must have helped because it didn't look too horrible. Her fingers brushed her lips absently as her mind wandered. She thought about Harry's mouth, how his lower lip was fuller than the upper one, how his lips had been just a little bluish purple from the cold, how soft they looked up close. It was a startled yelp that shook her from her daydream. Michelle looked around the bathroom and noticed one of the 2nd years, Denise, had dropped her shampoo bottle, sending liquid spilling onto the floor.
Michelle grabbed some paper towels and bent to sop the spill up. "What happened?"
"I saw a spider, a really big one. I don't like spiders..."
"Not a Weasley are you?"
The girl seemed confused, "No. My last name is Jennings."
"Never mind, I was joking. Where did you see the spider?"
"It ran across my foot and over to the window."
Michelle threw away the dirty towels and crossed to the window. She looked all over the wall, but didn't see a spider. She studied the windowsill and noticed a cobweb had been formed in the upper right corner. No spider there either.
"You must have scared it off. I don't see anything but a web."
"Next time, I'm wearing my slippers in her." Denise headed out of the bathroom.
Michelle moved to get a better look at the web. Her eyes went over the delicate lines that had been created. She jumped seeing a spider come down from the top of the sill to start moving along the web. It was creating more shapes. Michelle stood on tiptoe to get a better look. It took several moments for the spider to finish, but when it did, Michelle's breath caught in her lungs. She recognized the shapes it had made. They were letters. An H and a G. Backing away, she saw the bigger picture contained within the framing of the window. She had a view of the half moon in the night sky.
Returning to her room, Michelle paced in front of her bed. H and G. Well, the only H and G she knew was Hermione Granger. The moon was the same as the one she'd seen in the blood pattern. The figure must be Hermione. Now, what were the 3 lines she had seen pointing at the figure. She continued to think. What comes in three's? The deaths of famous people, three lines are in a triangle, three friends...Harry, Ron, and Hermione. But it didn't make sense that Harry, Ron, AND Hermione would be in front of a kneeling Hermione. Three other friends then; three people who would want to make Hermione kneel in front of them. Michelle stopped walking as it finally clicked. Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle. She felt like an idiot. It shouldn't have taken this long to figure out the signs. She raced down the steps to the common room. Surveying the students around her, she couldn't spot Hermione. She did, however, find Harry and Ron.
She came up on them quickly, "Have either of you seen Hermione?"
"Not since we got back. She's probably in her room getting her homework together to take on break. Why?" Ron could see the concern on Michelle's face.
"Uh...no reason. Just need to ask her something." She ran back up the stairs to the 6th year's floor.
"Girls...mental, every last one of them." Ron murmured.
Michelle knocked on the door before entering. She asked about Hermione, but no one had seen her since they'd come inside. Michelle frowned then shut the door. She ran back up to her floor and grabbed her coat. Putting her wand in her pocket, she headed down the stairs quickly.
Harry saw her and got up from his seat. He caught up with her just before she was out of the room.
"Michelle, where are you going in such a hurry?"
"I just need to check on something."
"Are you still looking for Hermione?"
Michelle didn't answer, instead she moved for the door. Harry stepped in front of her.
"Something's wrong isn't it? You've done this before...knew when something bad was going to happen. You go and stop it. You did it with Neville in class and you pulled me away from the snowballs today and who knows what else. What's going to happen to Hermione?" Harry's voice had gotten louder and his muscles had tensed up.
"Harry, please be quiet. I can't explain everything right now. I need to check something. I might be wrong."
"Have you been wrong before?"
"Yes, sort of...listen, I need to go now. If I'm not back in 15 min., send McGonagall after me. Promise me you won't come looking for Hermione."
"I can't do that."
"Then please give me 15 min. If I'm wrong, there's no reason you should get detention for being out after curfew." Her eyes pleaded with his. He could tell she wsn't going to wait long for his answer.
"Okay, 15 min., then I'm coming to look for both of you." He moved away to let her pass. "Be careful."
She looked over her shoulder and smiled briefly, "I'll try."