The Potter Twins
A/N: Thanks to Amanda (it says in review what I wrote in response to your last review, plus I told you) and Eilidh (I've never read one, though I do know they're out there, so to me, mine's yeah, whatever) for reviewing. I'm continuing from the last chapter…I didn't have enough time to type it up. Oh yeah, and Eilidh, there's some type of crazy romance stuff going on in Chapter 3…there's like a love hexagon going on! LoL. Please remember to Review!!
(Continued from Chapter 2 – Back at Hogwarts)
Gryffindor Table
"Hermione, I can't believe you're Head Girl!" exclaimed Lavender Brown.
"I heard Harry Potter was Head Boy," Seamus Finnigan said.
"He is," Hermione said.
"It was obvious though. Everyone knows Dumbledore favours the Potter twins. Thought that Michelle would actually be Head Girl," Ron said. He kissed Hermione's cheek. "Of course we're all glad you're Head Girl and she isn't."
"Hermione, think of all the time you'll get to spend with Harry Potter!" shrieked Parvati Patil.
"Don't remind me Parvati," Hermione said.
"Why not? He's so hot and yummy looking."
"Yummy looking?" asked Ron, raising his eyebrows so they disappeared behind his hair.
"Yes, he looks so yummy."
"Maybe you should eat some food Parvati," Dean Thomas laughed.
Back to the Slytherin Table
"I think Dumbledore's going to say something," Pansy said, looking at the teachers' table.
Sure enough, Professor McGonagall tapped her glass to get everyone's attention. Professor Dumbledore got to his feet.
"Ahem. I have a few start-of-term notices to give you.
"First years should note that the forest is forbidden to all pupils. And some of our older students should have learned that by now as well," Dumbledore looked at Harry, Michelle and Draco briefly before he continued.
"Mr. Filch, the caretaker, has also asked me to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors.
"Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of term. Anyone interested in playing for their house team should contact Madam Hooch."
"And finally, I would like to welcome back Professor Lupin, who will be teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts once again for those of you who were here when he first taught here. All of your parents have been notified of Professor Lupin's condition, and all have agreed that he should be welcomed back after some heavy convincing."
Many students who had been at Hogwarts when Professor Lupin first taught here clapped hard, Harry and Michelle with them. Draco clapped weakly next to Harry – he didn't care too much for Professor Lupin.
"Now off to bed, classes start tomorrow," Dumbledore said, dismissing the school for the night when the clapping died.
Harry, Michelle and Draco rose from their seats. Michelle looked at Harry. "Did you notice Lupin there?"
"No, did you?" replied Harry.
"No, weird. Well see you in the morning Harry."
"See you 'Elle, Malfoy."
"See ya Potter," Draco said.
Michelle and Draco went off with the other Slytherins, while Harry went off to find Hermione – he already forgot where McGonagall said the portrait to the Heads' dormitories was.
Chapter 3 – Classes
"Michelle, guess what?" Blaise asked Michelle later that night in the girls' dormitory.
"What?"
"Harry and I are going out."
"And I care why?" Michelle asked coldly.
"Well I thought you'd like to know because he is your brother."
"Well I don't care who he fucks around with!"
"OK. Sorry if I upset you."
Michelle glared at Blaise. "How the hell did you end up in Slytherin? You act like a fucking Hufflepuff!"
Pansy tried to stifle her laughter in her pillow at Blaise's hurt face. Blaise looked like she was on the verge of tears.
"It's because I used to act like a better Slytherin," Blaise whimpered.
"Yeah right! You've always been like this! Always apologizing to other students, what's wrong with you? Why don't you go to the Hufflepuff common room? I'm sure they'd let you in if you got on your knees and begged."
Blaise didn't respond, instead she just closed the curtains around her four poster; indicating she didn't want to talk anymore. Pansy grinned.
"What are you grinning about Parkinson?" spat Michelle.
"Nothing, I just thought of something."
"Like?"
"You broke up with Goyle right?"
"Yeah, your point is?"
"We should find someone for you to seduce!"
Michelle looked at Pansy like she had a huge case of acne across her nose before closing the curtains around her four-poster.
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"Caramilk," Hermione said to the portrait on the second floor that led to hers and Harry's dorms.
"Thanks for reminding where this was Granger," Harry said, sitting on one of the armchairs.
"Don't expect me to tell you again Potter. Besides, right now, we're supposed to go and patrol the halls."
"Whatever Granger," Harry said, leaving the area through the portrait.
--
"So, Harry, how was your first official night of being Head Boy?" Michelle asked when they all met up for breakfast.
"Boring, basically all I had to do was make sure no one was out of bed. How fun is that?" replied Harry.
"Were you with Granger?" asked Draco.
"No, I took the dungeons, main, first, second, and part of the third floors while she took the rest."
"Then it couldn't have been that bad. I know it would be anyways, because who wants to patrol the halls?" asked Michelle.
Harry was about to say something when Blaise came into the picture. She first leaned in and kissed Harry's lips, then she sat herself down beside him. "Morning!"
Nobody really acknowledged Blaise, but she didn't seem to notice – or maybe she didn't care. Professor Snape soon came around and handed each Slytherin his or her time-table according to what classes they needed for their N.E.W.T.s. Harry scanned his quickly.
"What do you have first?" asked Harry to Michelle and Draco.
"I have Advanced Potions," Michelle said.
"Me too," Draco said.
"So do I, but fuck, we have it with whatever Gryffindor students' are taking Advanced Potions," Harry said, looking at his time-table once more.
"Dammit!" exclaimed Michelle. "Why do we always have Potions with those loud-mouthed, goody-two-shoe fuckers, the Gryffindors?"
"I have no clue," Draco and Harry said at the same time.
"Maybe Dumbledore – or whoever creates the time-tables – wants us to be in hell for that class," Harry said.
"Maybe. That would be the same with Defence Against the Dark Arts then," Michelle pointed out. She, Harry, and Draco all had the same classes because despite their 'evil' ways, they all wanted to be Aurors even though Voldemort was gone.
"Hey, you two watch this," Harry said, pointing his wand at a young Hufflepuff girl. He muttered a spell and her bag ripped open, and when she went to pick up the contents of her bag, Michelle moved them with her wand. Draco laughed as the girl scurried after her stuff.
"You guys, that's not very nice," Blaise said, getting up to help the younger student.
"Lighten up Blaise, honey, we're just having fun," Harry said, grabbing Blaise's arm to pull heraway from the ground. He pulled her into a kiss the same time McGonagall walked by.
"Potter, Zabini, we'll have none of that in the Great Hall, five points from Slytherin," McGonagall said.
There weren't any points to be taken from, but as soon as Slytherin received points, five would be taken from it. When McGonagall strode away, Michelle and Draco burst out laughing.
Gryffindor Table
"Did you just see that? Potter and Zabini just practically made out in front of the whole school!" exclaimed Parvati.
"I think it's kind of tasteless," Hermione said as the owl carrying her Daily Prophet flew down.
"I don't. I think it's sweet," Lavender said, turning to Dean. "Why don't you ever kiss me in public?"
"Because I don't want points taken off," Dean said, trying to defend himself.
"So you care more about points than me?"
"Uh…"
"Lavender, calm down; give the poor guy a break. He probably just wants us to win the House Cup this year, because the Slytherins always get it," Ron said, helping Dean out. "Besides, Hermione loves school more than me, but do I care? Not really."
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"Very well Potter, your potion is just the right shade of purple. Weasley, you could learn a few things from Potter. I have no idea how you ended up in my Advanced Potions. Fifteen points to Slytherin for Potter's excellent potion brewing abilities," Professor Snape said before heading to Hermione's cauldron.
"It's only purple because I added food colouring. If anyone used this, they'd be withering on the floor in pain," Harry muttered to Draco.
Draco sniggered. Michelle glared at Harry.
"Harry, you know that's not true, you guys just say that," Michelle hissed.
"Lets take a look at your potion Miss Potter," Professor Snape said, ladling some and pouring it back into the cauldron. "Hmm…just the right thickness and colour displayed here. Fifteen points to Slytherin for another well-made potion. The rest of you...put a sample of your potion into a vial and place it on my desk."
Students poured some of their potion into vials and placed it on Professor Snape's desk before cleaning up the messes in their cauldrons.
"Class is dismissed when your ingredients are put away," Professor Snape barked at Weasley.
"My ingredients have been away!" exclaimed Ron.
Michelle laughed silently as Harry levitated Ron's things back on the table before leaving himself.
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"It wasn't very nice what you did to Ron in Potions Potter!" Hermione said when they were both in their shared common room.
"I didn't do anything to your boyfriend," Harry replied coolly. "The mess that's splattered across his face has always been there."
"I meant how you levitated his stuff back on the table."
"Oh, that. Class wasn't over just yet for him."
"You are an intolerable little maggot!!"
"And you are a very sexy Mudblood when you're angry."
Hermione was taken back a bit before she slapped Harry. "I've been waiting seven bloody years to do that!"
"Why didn't you before? You had no problem hitting Draco in third year," Harry said, restraining Hermione's arms and pushing her against a wall.
"What are you doing Pot-?"
Harry pressed his lips against Hermione's fiercely. But it was just for a brief second before Harry left, leaving Hermione feeling quite confused.
--
Michelle was carrying her bag through the Entrance Hall to the dungeons when she ran into Ron. "What the fuck Weasley? Watch where you're going, you little weasel."
"I don't know what you're thinking, you ran into me, not the other way around," Ron said.
"Whatever Weasley."
"What are you going down here anyway? Shouldn't you be in your dorm shagging some random guy?"
"No, I wouldn't shag anyone that goes to this school if I was paid! I have a right to be down here though, what's your excuse?"
Ron paled a bit. Michelle smirked. "I was umm…"
"Were you hoping you'd run into me and try to get something? Merlin knows Granger doesn't give any up."
Ron looked taken back. Michelle laughed and continued walking. Once she got in the common room though, she collapsed on the couch. Michelle couldn't believe she suggested that Ron wanted to sleep with her! Maybe she wanted to…maybe she was feeling something for the freckle faced, red-headed Gryffindor…
"What's up Michelle?" asked Draco, moving Michelle's legs so he could sit beside her.
"Aren't you supposed to be flirting with Ginny or something?" Michelle asked.
"I would be, but I can't find here. I think she's in the Gryffindor common room."
"Oh, I see," Michelle sighed.
"You seem upset," Draco said, pulling Michelle closer to him so she could rest her head on his shoulder.
"I'm really confused."
"About?"
"You have to promise you won't think any less of me, nor will you tell Harry or anyone else."
"OK, I promise."
"Well, I ran into Weasley on my way here, and I suggested that he wanted to shag me because he said that I should be here shagging some random guy. I think I said that though because deep down, under all the hatred, I want him," Michelle confessed quickly.
"It's OK Michelle, I don't think any lower of you. I think you're quite brave to say that on Slytherin turf. Besides, I might like Ginny Weasley that way – I don't want to get just sex from her."
"Can I confess something else to you Draco?"
Draco nodded.
"I love being able to talk to you. And I think under all our ice and hate, we're good people," Michelle laughed. "On second thought, nah, we just need to talk, that's all."
"Of course! Why would we be nice and warm and mushy and shit? That's not us," laughed Draco.
At that moment though, Michelle did something that shocked herself and Draco – she leaned in and kissed Draco. Nobody was in the common room to witness the two as Draco pushed Michelle back on the couch.
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Harry couldn't believe he had done that! He had kissed Gryffindors own know-it-all Mudblood, Hermione Granger. It made him feel weird. It wasn't like he hadn't kissed a Gryffindor before, hell, he had slept with one, but Ginny was (or is) as pureblood. After it had happened, Harry had gone outside to sit by the lake and think.
"Hey Harry. C'mon over here," called Hagrid.
Harry threw a stone into the lake before going over to Hagrid. "Hello Hagrid. How was your summer?"
"Oh great. Got somethin' ter show yeh, follow me," Hagrid said, walking to a crate. He opened the lid. "Aren' they beau'iful? They're Tifflers – related to the Niffler they are, though they're quite different."
Sleeping inside the crate were two tiny, furry creatures. One was silver and the other was green.
"The silver one's a girl, and the green is a boy," Hagrid said, lifting each one out. "Girls only want female owners, while the opposite is with the males."
Harry stroked the green who immediately woke and crawled up Harry's arm. He looked at Hagrid.
"He's taken a liken' to yeh, Harry. Keep 'em."
"What?"
"Keep him, I was going to give him teh yeh anyways. His name is Zippy."
"Oh, OK…but listen Hagrid, I got duties to do, you know."
"Right now?"
"No, I mean later. What would I do with Zippy?" asked Harry, stroking Zippy. "I don't trust leaving him with Granger."
"Take him with yeh. He'll sit on yeh shoulder, and he's good for finding students outta bed," Harry put the other Tiffler in the crate and closed it before handing it to Harry. "Give the other one to Michelle. Tell her it's a belated birthday gift from me. That's the same with yeh. Michelle can name hers."
"Why couldn't I name mine?"
"He kept badgerin' me til I gave him one."
"Oh, well I should give this to Michelle," Harry said, indicating the crate. "Bye."
"Bye."
Harry walked up the hill to the Entrance Hall doors. He heaved them open with one hand and continued inside. When he got to the entrance of the dungeons, Harry saw Ron coming out of it. Deciding he shouldn't provoke Ron with the Tifflers nearby, Harry continued down the dungeon to the Slytherin portrait.
"Mudblood," Harry said and the portrait opened. Harry almost dropped the crate at what he saw before him, but he kept cool about it. "So my sister and my best friend are now something."
"Harry!" Michelle yelped, rolling out from under Draco.
"How long has this been going on for?" asked Harry, putting the crate down.
"Since right now. It's sort of a onetime thing, right Michelle?" asked Draco, helping Michelle up.
"Yeah, of course it is," Michelle said, crestfallen.
"We don't have feelings for one another like that."
"No we don't."
"So you don't have a relationship going on?" asked Harry coldly.
"Of course we do! We're best friends, so naturally we have to have a relationship. It's just not a romantic one," Michelle said.
"Whatever, here, this is from Hagrid; it's a belated birthday present. It's called a Tiffler, you can name it. It's a female," Harry said, pushing the crate to Michelle before leaving through the portrait, Zippy swaying on his shoulder.
Michelle opened the crate and pulled out the Tiffler. "Hmm…I think I'll name you Tiffy."
Tiffy climbed Michelle's arm to her shoulder. She sat there, sniffing the air.
"Well I guess Harry took that well," Draco said uncertainly.
A/N: I own all Tifflers, they belong to me!! I made them up, go me. Please review!! I'll love ya if you do!! Thanks!! (I might not love ya, love you, like friendly love! Haha)