The Potter Twins
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and Co. Nor do I own Michelle Potter. I do own Michnsy though, all profits of that go to Michelle and Pansy though.
A/N: I have over come Writer's Block, yay! Thanks to
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--Chapter 8-- Christmas Party
Several weeks later, after many glares and fights between Michelle, Harry and Draco, Father Christmas was making his presence around the Hogwarts' grounds. Harry had obviously won the bet when he and Hermione went public with their relationship after they had sex three weeks after Ron walked in on them. The school the was in shock, naturally, just like they were when Harry defeated Voldemort.
"So shall we throw a Christmas party or something in here?" asked Hermione when she was sitting with Harry on the couch.
"With who?" asked Harry back.
"With our friends' silly," Hermione said.
"Which ones, mine or yours?"
"Both of ours."
"Are you joking?" laughed Harry.
"No, should I be?"
"Just because we're going out doesn't mean our friends will get along Hermione. Believe me, I know the Slytherins, they think all Gryffindors are a bunch of little fuckers."
"Just ask them, please Harry," Hermione said, smiling.
"OK, but I tell you, they'll say no," Harry replied.
!#&
"You want to invite us to a Christmas party in the Heads' common room?" asked Michelle when Harry asked them all (Michelle, Draco, Pansy, Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle) to the Christmas party.
Harry nodded.
"Who would be going?" asked Draco.
"Well you guys and the Gryffindors," Harry replied, mentioning the last part quietly.
"The Gryffindors?" asked Pansy in disgust.
"Yeah, it's for Hermione. Hell, you guys don't have to look at them. Because if you don't show up on Christmas Eve, the Gryffindors will think you're all a bunch of scared little fucks, then you'll be putting the good name of Slytherin to shame.
"Bullshit Potter! You already did that on your own when you continued to be involved after Granger after you shagged her," Draco said.
"I've dated other Gryffindors, why is Hermione any different?"
"Because she's Granger," Michelle said. "My enemy."
"Yeah, you don't see Michelle going around snogging Weasel then inviting us to Christmas parties. Jeez Potter, we're not going," Draco said.
"Shut up Malfoy. Now Harry, because I'm your sister, I'll come. Hell, tell Granger I'll provide drinks," Michelle said, smirking.
"Yeah, we'll all come," Blaise said. "Right?"
Everyone nodded, except for Draco who was scowling at Michelle.
"Great, I'll go tell Hermione," Harry said, getting up and leaving.
Draco moved over to Michelle. "I didn't think you'd want to go."
"I don't. I'm just going because you don't want to," Michelle replied, getting up.
"I said I was sorry Michelle! It's been two months almost, when will you forgive me?"
"Maybe when you leave me alone!" she said, running up the stairs to the girls' dorms.
Pansy and Blaise followed Michelle to the dorms. Blaise shut the door gently and looked at Michelle who was laughing.
"Um, Michelle, why are you laughing?" asked Pansy. "You looked super pissed at Malfoy down there."
"Oh God, I've stopped being pissed at him like over a month ago," Michelle laughed. "I just love to see him depressed. Besides, I want to see what he'll give me for Christmas."
"You're too much 'Elle," Blaise said, laughing as well.
--The Gryffindors--
"Hey Ginny, how are you making out with your break-up with what's-his-face?" asked Hermione, hugging Ginny when she saw her - she originally just went to the Gryffindor Tower to ask her friends to her and Harry's Christmas party - but Ginny was crying on an armchair.
"Stupid Ernie tried to get back together with me," Ginny sighed. "But I'm alright, I guess. What about you? I know how much of a pain Harry can be."
"Oh Harry's wonderful. Which reminds me, we're throwing a Christmas party in the Heads' common room on Christmas Eve, want to come?"
"Sure, who else is going?"
"Well Harry's asking the seventh year Slytherins, so I think they'll come. And you, and the seventh year Gryffindors."
"So Draco Malfoy's going to be going?"
"Probably, he is Harry's best friend. Why?" asked Hermione, smiling.
Ginny blushed slightly.
"Ginny! Do you like Malfoy?"
"Maybe..."
"He's not dating Potter anymore, you should go for it."
"OK, I will."
"But I'll talk to you later, I have to ask the guys if they want to come," Hermione said, leaving Ginny and walking over to her group of friends. "Hi guys."
"Hi," they all mumbled.
"Are you guys still mad at me? Because if you are, I'm sorry, but I can't control my feelings."
"God Hermione, you're so conceited. This has nothing to do with you! Neville and Luna just broke up," Ron said bitterly.
"Oh my," she said, hugging Neville. "I'm so sorry Neville. But I do have some news though."
"Shoot," Seamus said, nodding his head slightly.
"I'm having a Christmas party on Christmas Eve in the Heads' room, and I want you all there."
"Of course we'll be there."
"OK, well, I'll see you guys later; I have to go to the library."
--The Next Day--
"Harry, wait up!" yelled Michelle, running to catch up with Harry. They had Advanced Charms, a class they didn't take with the Gryffindors.
"Oh hey 'Elle, what's up?" asked Harry, slowing down so Michelle could catch up. Tiffy flew ahead to Zippy and pulled on his wing.
"I've been looking for you since breakfast was over. Where'd you disappear to?"
"Hermione and I were taking a break in the broom closet."
"OK, I don't need to know anymore," she laughed as they entered the class room. "Can you tell me if the Gryffindors are going to yours and Granger's Christmas party thing or not?"
"They're coming," Harry said, sitting down, Michelle beside him.
Draco walked in and sat on the opposite side of Harry, ignoring both of them. Michelle rolled her eyes.
"Alright class, listen up, after Christmas break, we will start to review all the spells you've learned over the years," said the tiny Professor Flitwick. "But today, we will be going over the Fidelius Charm. Can anyone tell me what it does?"
Michelle raised her hand immediately.
"Ah, Ms. Potter."
"The Fidelius Charm is a complex and powerful charm that hides people completely; their location is known only to their designate Secret Keeper," Michelle explained.
"Correct five points to Slytherin. Since we can't practice the charm in here, I'm going to ask you all to take notes on the matter," Flitwick said, as writing appeared on the blackboard.
!#&
"I can't believe McGonagall gave us that essay to write!" complained Michelle at dinner.
"I know, who cares about learning about Animagi," Harry said. "I mean, we both are one."
"Harry, be quiet, Pansy and Blaise might have heard you," Michelle said, nodding her head towards her friends. She looked at Tiffy and Zippy. "Don't tell anyone, you guys."
"Why would we do that? You two are our owners," Zippy said.
"OK, we don't want to get in trouble, now do we?" asked Michelle.
"Well at least the essay should be easy," Harry said.
Draco looked down the table at Harry and Michelle. Michelle looked back but quickly turned away.
"When are you going to forgive that poor bastard?" asked Harry, looking at Draco.
"When I feel like it," Michelle replied.
"Well that better be soon, I hate the tension between you two," Harry said, getting up.
"Yeah, yeah, go have fun with Granger," Michelle smirked.
!#&
Michelle threw on a green tank top to match her green skirt that she was wearing. She put her hair up into a ponytail before wrapping a piece of tinsel around it. Glancing at herself one more time, Michelle smiled and turned to Pansy and Blaise.
"You ladies ready to go?" asked Michelle, putting a tiny Santa hat on Tiffy's head.
"Of course we are," Pansy said, making her way out of the girls' dorm.
"Where are you guys going?" asked Millicent Bulstrode, sitting on her bed, Emma Dobbs on hers as well.
"Oh, didn't Harry invite you two? Him and Granger are throwing a Christmas party for the seventh year Slytherins and Gryffindors," Michelle smirked. "Imagine that...well you two have a good night, we'll see you in the morning. Happy Christmas!"
Michelle laughed as she left the dorm and ran down to catch up with Pansy and Blaise; Tiffy fluttering behind her.
--Harry--
"I'm so happy you decided to go through with this, Harry," Hermione said, kissing Harry quickly.
"Well I want to make you happy. Besides, who cares, I mean the Gryffindors and Slytherins have only been fighting with each other since the school was started..." Harry laughed.
"So you see how stupid this little feud is. None of us are all that different."
"Uh-huh," Harry said, feeling a tug on his black pants.
"Dobby would like Harry Potter to know that all the tinsel has been hung up in the common room," the little house elf said.
"Alright, thanks Dobby, you'll be getting two pairs of socks for Christmas." Dobby beamed in happiness. "Now get going, go celebrate with Winky."
Dobby nodded before scampering off. Hermione brushed her hair once more before grabbing Harry's hand.
"Let's go downstairs, the guests should be here soon," she said, leaving Harry's room.
Harry followed her, smoothing his red shirt down a bit. When they got downstairs, Michelle, Pansy, and Blaise were down there, sitting on the couch. Michelle grinned at the both of them.
!#&
Once everyone showed up, nobody was really talking to one another. They were of course off in their little groups, but that was it. Michelle left Pansy and Blaise to walk over to Harry and Hermione.
"This party blows," Michelle said.
"Thanks for stating the plainly obvious, 'Elle," Harry muttered.
"You're welcome," she smiled. "Now you better get us doing something before we all leave."
"Yeah, yeah, we'll think of something," Harry said, pushing Michelle away.
Hermione drank some of the Michnsy that Michelle brought. "This is pretty good...maybe we should all get drunk off this and let it control what we do."
Harry laughed. "Sure, why not." He looked at the groups of people. "Alright, everyone, we want you all to get drunk off Michnsy. If you're too drunk at the end of the night, oh well, that's not our fucking problem."
Hermione poked him in the ribs. "No, if you're all too hammered, you'll all crash here."
Michelle grinned at Harry as all the Gryffindors grabbed another bottle of Michnsy to drink. Soon though, Michelle was being pulled over to the table by Blaise.
After everyone drank their Michnsy, slurred words were flying everywhere. Draco had been pulled to a corner that was free by Ginny; so had Harry by Hermione. Various other couples were scattered across the room; Crabbe and Blaise, Pansy and Neville Longbottom, Lavender and Dean, and Parvati and Seamus. Seeing that only Goyle and Ron were free, Michelle walked over to Ron; she already knew what Goyle was all about.
"Hey Weasley," she smirked.
"Hi Potter," Ron replied, resting his arm on the wall.
"Having fu-fun?" she slurred.
"Not really...my ex-girlfriend is snogging my enemy," Ron said, looking at Harry and Hermione on the couch.
"So? My brother is snogging my enemy," Michelle retorted, also looking at Harry and Hermione before looking back at Ron. She wasn't totally drunk, she was faking it. "Want to make them jealous?"
"Who?" he asked.
"Everyone - my ex, your ex, my brother, your sister, whoever!"
"Sure, but how?"
"By shagging, silly," Michelle giggled, dragging Ron up to the bathroom.
--Harry--
Harry's hands lingered on Hermione's hips as they made out on the couch in the common room. Hermione pulled away as she heard a door slam. Looking around, she saw that it was the bathroom door.
"Michelle and Weasley are gone," Harry commented.
"Do you think they're..." Hermione started.
Harry nodded. "In the bathroom together, of course. They're both drunk, why wouldn't they head up to the bathroom?"
"But why? I mean, this stuff doesn't make you totally out of it. What would be the point?"
Harry thought for a moment. "'Elle would to get back at Malfoy...but he's over in the corner with Ginny, so I doubt he'll even notice."
"What about Ron?"
"I have no clue. But I bet neither of them will remember this in the morning, or will they want to. Just like us, we won't remember this either."
!#&
When Harry woke up the next morning, Hermione was snuggled up in his arms. He sat up and looked around his dorm. Draco was sprawled out on the floor; he must have decided to sleep up there some time last night, Harry couldn't remember. Letting Hermione go, Harry got out of bed; he was wearing the same thing from the night before. Ignoring the bottles, Harry made his way downstairs to the common room.
Blaise was curled up on an armchair, Crabbe at her feet; Neville and Seamus shared the couch, their heads on the separate armrests; Pansy was sharing the other armchair with Goyle; while Dean was curled up on the floor. Harry figured that the Gryffindor ladies were in Hermione's dorm room. Looking around, Harry couldn't find Michelle or Ron. Frowning slightly, Harry headed back up to his room, he was still tired.
--Michelle--
Michelle rolled over; she was lying on a very uncomfortable bed. But as the night before came back in a flash, Michelle groaned and got off the bathroom floor. Stretching, she looked at Ron who was in the tub. She smirked to herself as she turned on the tap.
"What in the bloody hell?" he asked, hitting his head on the side of the bathtub. He looked at Michelle. "Potter, how'd you get in the Gryffindor boys' dorm?"
Michelle rolled her eyes and turned the tap off. "You're not in your precious little dorm room. We're in the Heads' bathroom."
Ron looked back at Michelle in confusion before the events came back to him in full force. His eyes grew wide. "Did we do it?"
"As my mind and body tells me, yes we did," Michelle said. "And you weren't bad."
"So does this mean we're a couple, or just a one-night stand thing?" asked Ron, getting out of the tub.
"What do you want us to be?" she asked, stepping closer to Ron.
"I want us to be more."
"Me too."
Ron kissed Michelle. When they pulled apart, Michelle laughed.
"Now that we're a couple, I can tell you that you were my first," she giggled, kissing Ron again. "But if you tell anyone, I'll hex you to Slytherin's grave and back before you can say 'I'm sorry'."
--Harry--
"Um, wake up Harry, please," Hermione said, shaking Harry awake.
"What?" he asked, sitting up.
"It's Malfoy, he's been staring at me for the past five minutes," Hermione replied, pointing to Draco.
Harry looked at Draco, and sure enough, he was staring at them. But Harry noticed that his eyes were glazed.
"Oh, he's just sleep-sitting, he always does that," Harry said, getting out of bed. He walked over to Draco and punched him on the shoulder. "Wake up Malfoy."
Draco snapped out of his trance-like state and blinked a couple of times. "Was I sleep-sitting again?"
"Uh-huh, and you were scaring Hermione," Harry said.
"Sorry Granger," Draco said, looking at Hermione.
She got out of Harry's bed. "It's alright Malfoy." Hermione turned to Harry. "I'm going to have a shower, and then I'll meet you for breakfast."
Harry nodded as she left the room. Draco smirked at Harry as he got off the floor.
!#&
"Hey 'Elle, what's up?" asked Harry, leaning on the back of Michelle's armchair in the Slytherin common room.
"Nothing," Michelle replied as Harry sat down across from her.
Harry looked at Michelle and noticed that something was different about her, but it wasn't that noticeable. "Are you not wearing make-up today?"
"What, why would you think that?"
"You just look slightly different, but I can't place why."
Michelle blushed but quickly hid it. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"I know what it is!" he exclaimed. "You've got that 'I Just Did It' look. Did you shag anyone last night?"
Michelle's face reddened. She really didn't to discus her sex life with her twin brother.
"You did, didn't you? Who was it with? Goyle?" asked Harry.
"Harry, that's just wrong! I would never shag some one I wasn't dating," Michelle said, ignoring Harry's question. But Harry looked at her over his glasses with a sad expression. "Agh, fine, I shagged my boyfriend Ron Weasley last night in the Heads' bathroom."
A/N: Oki, I know that my OOC people were sort of OOC themselves, but meh, whatever. How is Harry going to react to Michelle's little confession?? Review and wait to the next chapter, which should be up sometime next weekend because I'm only going to update on weekends due to school and homework and crap, so yes. Review, please and thank-you! Oh yes, and I'm sorry it's not that long.