AUTHOR'S NOTE So, my beta Lauren has pointed out that I am giving Michelle emotions probably way past 11 years old in this chapter. Maybe I am…if it seems too much, I apologize. But I had my first boyfriend when I was 10 and I've always been a little boy crazy, so that may be why I write her this way.

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Michelle was eating lunch with Miranda when the mail came. She was surprised when Apollo, Diana's owl, flew right for the Slytherin table. A glance to the Gryffindor table told her that Diana was purposely not looking at her.

Apollo dropped a letter into Michelle's hands and flew off. Miranda watched Michelle curiously as she read the note.

Michelle,

Just writing to see how you're doing. Let's get together tonight in the owlery after dinner. No robes. I want to talk to you about something.

Love Diana

The owlery? Why in the world would she want to meet in the owlery? Michelle glanced at the Gryffindor table again. Diana was giggling uncontrollably as Oliver tickled her. Three younger redheaded boys laughed as they looked on. 'No one ever laughs good-naturedly like that at our table…' Michelle thought wistfully.

While her gaze was turned, Draco slipped beside her and reached for the paper. "What's that, 'Chelle?" he asked, using his new nickname for her that she hated.

"A letter!" piped up Miranda.

"A letter? From who?" Draco asked suspiciously.

Michelle glared at Miranda. "Just a note. From…from Professor Lockhart!" She put on her best lovestruck face. "He asked me to help him feed his Cornish pixies!" she went on dreamily.

"You're so lucky!" breathed Miranda.

Draco rolled his eyes at the two girls. "Professor Lockhart is a totally useless wizard, but whatever," he said with a shrug. "Go have fun."

Miranda grinned at Michelle. "Make sure you tell me all about it when you get back!"

'Uh-oh,' Michelle thought. Now he'd have to make up a whole night's scenario. But she just sighed dreamily and nodded to her friend.

Miranda glanced at the floating clock at the back of the Great Hall. "Uh-oh. Michelle, we have a Charms test in a half an hour! You promised to help me study for it!"

"Oh, right." She looked cautiously at Draco. "Uh, we have to leave…"

He just dismissed her with a wave of his hand. "Go. Good luck on Flitwick's test But we have a date tonight Michelle," he reminded her with a slight leer.

"I remember. I'll meet you – "

"In the Common Room."

Michelle nodded. "Alright. But after my meeting with Professor Lockhart."

Draco just rolled his eyes and the two girls left the Great Hall. They went up to find that their roommates were all still at lunch and the Slytherin dorm was relatively quiet.

They tried to study Charms, but all Miranda wanted to do was talk on and on about Professor Lockhart. Michelle half-listened, wondering all the while what Diana wanted to see her about. Something gave her the feeling it wasn't good.

*****

Michelle finally got away from Miranda later that night, who sent her off with a dreamy sigh. "Tell me all about him!" she shouted as Michelle slipped out of the Common Room's secret entrance.

'Phew!' she though. 'This isn't so bad. No robes and no Miranda!' As much as she liked her friend, Miranda tended to grate on her nerves.

The halls were relatively empty. Michelle started humming as she walked to drive away the creepy silence. She started up the stairs from the dungeon to the first level.

An alarming shudder made her stop humming the Muggle song and grip the banister of the staircase. The staircase that was rapidly swinging away from the only way she knew that led to the owlery.

With a final crash, the stone steps swung into place and stayed still. The frightened girl quickly ran up the rest of the steps, not caring where the new landing led her.

Michelle looked at the old clock on the wall. "Perfect!" she said aloud. "Now I'm going to be late!"

The stairway abruptly pulled away from the landing, as if insulted by her outburst. Michelle ran back, but caught herself on a railing as the stairs slipped back to their original position.

She sighed and headed down the new corridor she faced. "There's got to be some way to get to the owlery from here!" she muttered.

As she wandered through the hallway, everything was silent. 'You could hear a pin drop!' she thought, quoting an old Muggle saying. She giggled and her voice echoed through the empty halls.

She was surprised, though, to hear the echo of her giggling fade into deeper laughter far down the hall. Momentarily forgetting about her sister, Michelle followed her curiosity toward the new voice.

"Go away!" Michelle heard a muffled voice under the laughter. She was nearing an open doorway and Michelle faintly heard a shower running.

"Oh come on Oliver!" a second voice replied. "We're just having fun!"

'Oliver?' she thought. 'Diana's Oliver?'

"In case you didn't know," chimed in a third, "fun is when – "

"I know what fun is, Weasley!" Oliver growled, still muffled.

Finally curiosity won over Michelle's actions. She crept up to the doorframe and peered into the open room, which turned out to be a shower room.

She couldn't keep her jaw from dropping when she saw two fourth year boys clad only in white towels. Each held another towel, which they occasionally snapped toward a second door on the back wall.

"I'm not coming out until you two GO AWAY!" Oliver yelled again from behind the door. 'Aha!' she thought. 'So that's where he's hiding!'

Michelle tried to look away, look at the walls, the ceiling, anything, but she couldn't keep her eyes off of the two well-muscled, barely towel-covered bodies in front of her. Both boys had wet red hair that dripped onto their slightly tanned, broad shoulders. Their skin glistened with water residual from an after-practice shower.

Michelle had never seen a boy like this before. No matter how had she tried, she couldn't stop gawking at the half-naked redheads. Her face was hot; she was sure she was blushing. Why was she blushing? Boys were a whole new thresehold to her…some of them were of course, still awful and icky and horrible people. Except Draco of course. And apparently there were others who didn't fit that category either.

"Oh. Hello!"

To Michelle's horror, the two boys had turned from Oliver's door to watch her. She noticed, through her utter embarrassment, that they were completely identical. They were both grinning – a mischievous little smile that reached all the way to their bright blue eyes.

"Uh…I…uh…um…"

"Who are you?" one of the twins (they had to be twins) asked curiously. They both looked friendly and the one who spoke didn't sound at all embarrassed. Michelle had no idea why they made her feel so weird.

They waited for her answer, seeming to forget about Oliver. But when she was unable to find her voice to respond, Michelle turned and fled.

H'tari Thanks! A Mary Sue is a female original character (males are called Gary Stu) who is perfect in every way and everyone loves her. She often triumphs over incredible hardships or hates her love interest at first. Legolas from Lord of the Rings is a very common target for a Mary Sue. Unfortunately, many original characters get accused to being Mary Sues, no matter what. That sucks for authors (like me) who try very hard to avoid writing Mary Sue-ish characters. I may not always succeed, but I do try.

AngelicDevil2 Thanks! It's actually all written, it's just a matter of posting it.

Preciousonee I'm glad you like it!