Okay, so I have to confess. When I originally wrote this story, it was definitely NOT PG-13. It was R or beyond. What can I say...I'm big on descriptions. Anywho, I will be rewriting several chapters. I'm hoping the rewrites won't hurt the story; I don't think they will.

Chapter 24:

Michelle opened her eyes. The room was unfamiliar at first, but bit by bit Michelle remembered where she was. Then, she remembered what had happened. Finally, she realized she was in bed. More importantly, she was in bed with Harry...sort of. While they slept, they had moved closer to each other. Michelle looked at Harry's face, just inches away from her own. He was totally relaxed. His lips were slightly parted and his usually rumpled hair seemed to make more sense with a pillow backdrop. Seeing his scar, Michelle thought back to the words she had spoken during the dream. She cringed just thinking about the implications. Raising herself up, she kissed the scar softly. Harry shifted a little. Michelle eased away carefully, trying to not wake Harry. She needed to leave as soon as possible. She had just barely gotten into a sitting position when Harry spoke to her.

"Where are you going?" his voice was scratchy and sleepy.

Michelle turned to look at him, "I need to get ready to leave."

Harry sat up, squinting at her, "Do you have to leave right now?"

"It'll be better if I'm gone this morning."

"Better for who?"

"The Weasleys...you...me..."

"Can't you stay till this afternoon?"

She smiled as he continued to peer out at her through slightly closed eyes. Grabbing his glasses, she crawled over to him and carefully slid them onto his face.

"I wish I could. I don't want to leave, but it's the right thing to do considering."

"Stay just a few more minutes with me..." He leaned in and brushed her lips with a light kiss.

Michelle knew her resolve would begin to fade if she stayed close to him, so she started to back off the bed. Harry started to crawl towards her, but got caught in the blankets. Trying to free himself, he pushed too hard with his hands in one direction and with his knees in the other. He slipped inbetween the beds as they came apart from his movements. Michelle laughed as she heard the thud. When Harry didn't pop back up immediately, she lay on her bed and peered over the edge.

"You okay?"

"Yeah...give me a hand."

Michelle extended her hand, but was instead pulled down into the crack herself. She fell onto Harry as the beds seperated further. Harry noticed her grimace as she shifted into a more comfortable position.

"Sorry. I forgot about the..." Harry wasn't sure what to call her injury.

"Nasty stab thing?" Michelle offered.

"Not what I was going to say, but..." He caught her eye. "Does it hurt much?"

"It's sore that's for sure." She placed her hands on the floor just above Harry's shoulders. Pushing herself, she sat up straddling Harry's waist. She was about to stand, when Harry himself began to sit up. His hands rested on her waist. She looked at him, waiting for him to push her off or something. Instead, his fingers moved cautiously under her pajama top. Michelle shook the second he touched her skin.

Harry could feel the end of her bandage just above her waist. He could hear his pulse pounding in his ears as he started to go slightly higher.

Michelle whispered to him, "I want you to know I've never done this before..."

"Neither have I..." he responded. Bringing his face to hers, he began kissing her slowly. They each froze as someone knocked on the door.

"Michelle? Are you up?" It was Mrs. Weasley.

"Just a second..." she called out standing quickly. She looked down at Harry. "Stay there...I don't think she knows you are in here." Michelle went to the door after she was sure Harry was hidden. She opened it and peered at Ron's mom.

"I'm sorry to wake you dear, but I've just gotten word from Dumbledore. He'd like you to come back to school right away."

"I figured he would. I'll start getting ready." Michelle stayed at the door till Mrs. Weasley had gone downstairs. She came back over to Harry. "Okay. You better sneak out of here quick before anyone else gets up." She held out her hand and helped him to his feet. Checking the hall one more time, she motioned to Harry that the coast was clear.

He paused in the hallway. "Don't leave till I get downstairs too...please."

"Promise." She tugged on the front of his t-shirt and kissed him quickly before ducking into the room to change clothes.

Michelle cleaned up quickly and went downstairs with her bag in her hand. She could smell Mrs. Weasley cooking breakfast. Michelle felt guilty for being starved; wasn't she supposed to be too upset to eat?

Seeing her come in, Mrs. Weasley smiled kindly. "How are you feeling?"

Michelle sat down at the table. "Okay. Thank you again for everything you and Mr. Weasley did last night. How is Ginny doing?"

"She's still asleep. I'll wake her in a few hours and talk to her."

"Do you want me to talk to Ginny?" Michelle began eating the eggs and bacon that had been sat down in front of her.

"It might be better if Arthur and I explain what happened." Mrs. Weasley paused, trying to decide whether or not to ask the next question. Once she pressed her lips together firmly, Michelle could tell she'd made up her mind. "Are you going through the Aquiesence?"

Michelle was startled. She hadn't run into too many people who'd even heard of the ceremony. "I'm still trying to make up my mind. How do you know about it?"

"Mr. Weasley has run into many witches and wizards at the Ministry. He even visited a Seer once in Azkaban."

"Could you not mention the ceremony when you talk to the family today? I mean, it would be silly to talk about something that might not even happen." Mrs. Weasley agreed and Michelle finished her breakfast. Harry came down just as Michelle was picking up her bag preparing to leave.

Harry watched as she went towards the fireplace. "I thought you'd take the train."

"Mrs. Weasley got word from Dumbledore. He wants me to go this way." She reached into the Floo Powder jar Mrs. Weasley had on the mantle. She grabbed a handful of the powder. Before going into the fireplace, she stepped towards Harry and kissed him. Her mouth caressed his in a slow, gentle dance. Breaking away, she smiled. "I'll see you in a few days."

Harry nodded. "Take care of yourself. Write me if you need anything...or just want to talk."

Michelle stepped into the firplace and let go of the Floo Powder. Speaking clearly, she called out, "Hogwarts." There was a green flash. Just before she was swept away, she winked at Harry.