Since the document manager was down the other day, I did alot of typing getting the chapters back onto my computer...hence the ten million chapters I've added in one day! Also should add, I figured J.K. would have some way to keep the boys from getting into trouble with going into the girl's rooms. My idea was a boy and girl couldn't be on the same bed at the same time, but a boy could come into a girls room if she invited him. Guess I'm just naughtier than J.K. :)
Chapter 15:
Once inside, Michelle insisted she didn't need to go to the hospital wing. She just wanted to go back to Gryffindor house. They entered their dorm to a few odd stares, but otherwise no one seemed to notice much. Michelle guessed the other students were used to seeing Harry and his friends doing strange things for seemingly no reason. Harry's arm didn't move from around her waist as they went to the stairs. He walked with her up to her room. Michelle opened the door and peeked in. Only Daphne was to be seen.
"Hey Daphne..." Michelle stepped inside, bringing Harry with her. Harry smiled nervously at Daphne, who didn't look all that surprised to see them together.
"What happened to you? You look almost blue."
"Had to look for something outside...lost track of time I guess."
Daphne didn't believe her, but why Michelle was outside wasn't half as interesting as why Harry was inside their room.
"Making sure she gets back in one piece then Harry?"
Harry felt his cheeks warming, "Something like that."
"Yeah...something. Okay, I'll see you later." Daphne began to exit the room. Turning slightly, she smiled at Michelle. "I'll make sure no one disturbs you for awhile."
Harry helped Michelle sit down on her bed. He stood in front of her not sure what to do next. Michelle set her wand on the nightstand. Harry took off his coat and tossed it onto the end of the bed. Kneeling in front of her, he began to untie her shoes.
Looking up at her, he spoke softly, "Your clothes are wet from the snow. You should get into something dry." He slid her shoes and socks off of her feet. "You're freezing." He rubbed his hands over each foot, trying to warm them.
"Guess I should have grabbed my boots..." Michelle unzipped her coat and winced as she moved her body to take it off. "I think you're going to have to help me get undressed..."
Ron had watched Hermione make a bee line for her room. He started to follow her, but kept stopping himself part way up the stairs. He went up and down the steps several times before finally going to her door and knocking.
"Who is it?" Hermione called through the door.
"It's me...Ron, I mean."
"Oh, hi Ron."
"Uh, Hermione?"
"Yes?"
Ron rolled his eyes, "Could you come to the door so I don't have to keep yelling through it?"
The door opened slowly. Hermione stood in the entrance. "Do you need something?"
Ron ran his hand through his hair nervously. He stared down at his shoes. "You still have my coat."
Hermione was disappointed, she was hoping he'd say something else. "Oh, yeah...it's just over here." She went to her bed to pick it up.
Ron followed her inside, "Hermione, what exactly happened tonight?"
She looked at him, tension clouding her face. "I got ambushed by Malfoy and his merry men. Obviously, Draco is still upset about the Potions exam. I woke up tied to a tree. Michelle found me somehow and created a diversion. I took off running, found you and Harry...and you know the rest."
"Where did you get nabbed?"
"By the front door."
"What were you doing down there?"
Hermione began to fidgit where she stood.
"Why did you go down to the main doors?" He walked over to where she was. "I can tell when you're hiding something, so you better start talking."
Hermione bit her lip. "I got a note."
"Ginny said she found one in the snow. She thought you had dropped it or something." Ron absently played with the fraying ends of his sweater. "Who was the note from?"
"I'd rather not say."
Ron took a closer look at her. "You're blushing."
"No, I'm not." She tried to sound mad, but wasn't fooling Ron.
"Ginny said she thought the note was from me. She recognized the handwriting."
"Obviously, someone forged that scrawl you call handwriting."
"So, you did think it was from me? Must have been good if it fooled you." Ron held out his hand. "Can I see it then?"
"Why?" Hermione's face flushed with fear.
"I want to see this 'scrawl' you call my handwriting for myself." He wiggled his fingers. "I'm not leaving till I see it..."
Hermione could see he was not going to budge anytime soon. Rolling her eyes, she reached into her pocket and carefully put the note in his palm.
Harry stared up at Michelle, "What did you say?"
Michelle grimaced. "I mean, I need help taking off my jacket. My shoulders are really sore." She began to stand, so Harry did the same. She turned around as he reached up and eased her jacket off her body. He tossed it onto her bed before carefully resting his hands on her shoulders. He rubbed her muscles slowly. Michelle could feel his body brush up behind her as her pulse quickened.
He leaned down and spoke sofly into her ear, "Is this any better?"
Michelle jumped feeling his warm breath tickle her neck. "Much" she answered quietly.
"I don't think I've thanked you yet."
Michelle turned her face to him, "Thank me?"
"For helping Hermione. I don't want to think about what could have happened if you hadn't found her."
Michelle's face fell. "She's pretty special to you isn't she?"
"She's one of my best friends. She's like the sister I never had...the really smart, sometimes uptight sister, but a sister none the less."
Michelle let herself smile at this comment.
"So, you're glad Hermione and I are just friends?" Harry watched her expression closely.
Her cheeks turned pink, "Well I ....."
Chapter 15:
Once inside, Michelle insisted she didn't need to go to the hospital wing. She just wanted to go back to Gryffindor house. They entered their dorm to a few odd stares, but otherwise no one seemed to notice much. Michelle guessed the other students were used to seeing Harry and his friends doing strange things for seemingly no reason. Harry's arm didn't move from around her waist as they went to the stairs. He walked with her up to her room. Michelle opened the door and peeked in. Only Daphne was to be seen.
"Hey Daphne..." Michelle stepped inside, bringing Harry with her. Harry smiled nervously at Daphne, who didn't look all that surprised to see them together.
"What happened to you? You look almost blue."
"Had to look for something outside...lost track of time I guess."
Daphne didn't believe her, but why Michelle was outside wasn't half as interesting as why Harry was inside their room.
"Making sure she gets back in one piece then Harry?"
Harry felt his cheeks warming, "Something like that."
"Yeah...something. Okay, I'll see you later." Daphne began to exit the room. Turning slightly, she smiled at Michelle. "I'll make sure no one disturbs you for awhile."
Harry helped Michelle sit down on her bed. He stood in front of her not sure what to do next. Michelle set her wand on the nightstand. Harry took off his coat and tossed it onto the end of the bed. Kneeling in front of her, he began to untie her shoes.
Looking up at her, he spoke softly, "Your clothes are wet from the snow. You should get into something dry." He slid her shoes and socks off of her feet. "You're freezing." He rubbed his hands over each foot, trying to warm them.
"Guess I should have grabbed my boots..." Michelle unzipped her coat and winced as she moved her body to take it off. "I think you're going to have to help me get undressed..."
Ron had watched Hermione make a bee line for her room. He started to follow her, but kept stopping himself part way up the stairs. He went up and down the steps several times before finally going to her door and knocking.
"Who is it?" Hermione called through the door.
"It's me...Ron, I mean."
"Oh, hi Ron."
"Uh, Hermione?"
"Yes?"
Ron rolled his eyes, "Could you come to the door so I don't have to keep yelling through it?"
The door opened slowly. Hermione stood in the entrance. "Do you need something?"
Ron ran his hand through his hair nervously. He stared down at his shoes. "You still have my coat."
Hermione was disappointed, she was hoping he'd say something else. "Oh, yeah...it's just over here." She went to her bed to pick it up.
Ron followed her inside, "Hermione, what exactly happened tonight?"
She looked at him, tension clouding her face. "I got ambushed by Malfoy and his merry men. Obviously, Draco is still upset about the Potions exam. I woke up tied to a tree. Michelle found me somehow and created a diversion. I took off running, found you and Harry...and you know the rest."
"Where did you get nabbed?"
"By the front door."
"What were you doing down there?"
Hermione began to fidgit where she stood.
"Why did you go down to the main doors?" He walked over to where she was. "I can tell when you're hiding something, so you better start talking."
Hermione bit her lip. "I got a note."
"Ginny said she found one in the snow. She thought you had dropped it or something." Ron absently played with the fraying ends of his sweater. "Who was the note from?"
"I'd rather not say."
Ron took a closer look at her. "You're blushing."
"No, I'm not." She tried to sound mad, but wasn't fooling Ron.
"Ginny said she thought the note was from me. She recognized the handwriting."
"Obviously, someone forged that scrawl you call handwriting."
"So, you did think it was from me? Must have been good if it fooled you." Ron held out his hand. "Can I see it then?"
"Why?" Hermione's face flushed with fear.
"I want to see this 'scrawl' you call my handwriting for myself." He wiggled his fingers. "I'm not leaving till I see it..."
Hermione could see he was not going to budge anytime soon. Rolling her eyes, she reached into her pocket and carefully put the note in his palm.
Harry stared up at Michelle, "What did you say?"
Michelle grimaced. "I mean, I need help taking off my jacket. My shoulders are really sore." She began to stand, so Harry did the same. She turned around as he reached up and eased her jacket off her body. He tossed it onto her bed before carefully resting his hands on her shoulders. He rubbed her muscles slowly. Michelle could feel his body brush up behind her as her pulse quickened.
He leaned down and spoke sofly into her ear, "Is this any better?"
Michelle jumped feeling his warm breath tickle her neck. "Much" she answered quietly.
"I don't think I've thanked you yet."
Michelle turned her face to him, "Thank me?"
"For helping Hermione. I don't want to think about what could have happened if you hadn't found her."
Michelle's face fell. "She's pretty special to you isn't she?"
"She's one of my best friends. She's like the sister I never had...the really smart, sometimes uptight sister, but a sister none the less."
Michelle let herself smile at this comment.
"So, you're glad Hermione and I are just friends?" Harry watched her expression closely.
Her cheeks turned pink, "Well I ....."
