The Potter Twins
A/N: Thanks to:
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Well this next part was supposed to go onto the last chapter, but it didn't make it. Actually, it was supposed to go on because I forgot that I had uploaded that last chapter, so I continued with another ending. Anyways, I'll just make it part of this chapter.
(Insert Name Here)means that there is a person view thing change.
(Laterrr) means later on in the story.
-Chapter 11- Break Ups
"So what are you going to do if he doesn't accept the baby?" asked Harry. "Force him into taking responsibility of his kid?"
Michelle managed a small smile. "No, if the bugger wants nothing to do with our child, I really don't give a damn, I'm going to raise this child with or without its help."
"Good for you 'Elle, and I want you to know that I'll be there for you every step of the way."
"Thanks Harry," Michelle said. "You're a great brother and I don't know what I'd do without you."
"You'd probably be wondering how you'd get yourself out of this mess," Harry replied.
Michelle slapped him on his arm while rolling her eyes.
A few minutes later, Draco walked in on Michelle and Harry laughing, which was a rare sight for them over the past few years.
"Am I interrupting something here?" he asked.
The twins stifled their laughter.
"No, you're not, don't worry," Michelle replied.
"Uh-huh. Anyways, how'd Weasley take the news Michelle?"
"Not very good," Michelle said before telling Draco what she told Harry only moments before.
"Do you want me and Harry to go knock some sense into him?" asked Draco.
"As tempting as that sounds Malfoy, I'll have to pass, because I want him to decide on his own, however long that may be."
"Fine, take away my fun," Draco said, pretending to pout.
Michelle kissed Draco's cheek after getting off his bed. "Thanks for your concern Draco; Harry, I'll talk to you later, I just have to be on my own right now."
The two boys nodded their understanding as Michelle left the room.
(Harry)
"Michelle's pregnant?" exclaimed Hermione as soon as Harry walked into the Heads' common room.
"Weasley told you, I take it," Harry said simply.
"Yes he did! Were you even going to tell me that your sister was pregnant with my best friend's child?"
"No, because I knew Weasley would take care of that for me. Besides, it's for Michelle and Weasley to tell people, not me or you, or Malfoy, or any other person who knows. It's their news, not mine, and I'm not one to spread others' business, especially my sister's."
Hermione was taken back. "I'm sorry Harry, you're right; it was not your place to tell me. Is that why you suddenly cared about me using birth control?"
"Yeah, because no matter how old I try and act, I'm too young to become a father. I mean, I can handle being an uncle and helping Michelle raise her child, but for my own? I'd rather wait. I know they might seem like the same thing, but I don't think they are, because I won't be taking care of the kid everyday, every hour, only when she needs help," Harry explained. "So when Weasley told you about the baby, did he mention how he wasn't going to help raise it?"
"What? He's not going to raise his kid?"
"According to 'Elle he isn't. What did he tell you?"
"When he told me the news, he just said that he didn't know what he was going to do."
"Well apparently when Michelle told him, he made it obvious that he didn't want to raise the kid with her. That he didn't even want the kid to exist."
"That boy is going to need a talking to," Hermione said, going to leave the room."
"A little later," Harry said, grabbing Hermione's arm and pulling her toward him, bringing her into a kiss.
(Laterrr)
Over the next two months, everything had been going pretty good for the students. Harry and Hermione were still going out, same with Draco and Ginny after one break up. Ron and Michelle tried to avoid each other like the plague, and even though Hermione talked to Ron, he was not able to talk to Michelle.
Michelle had started to show, though it was nothing but a tiny bulge that was not all that noticeable under robes. After classes, Michelle would lock herself up with her normal clothes. That was where she was most of the time, Blaise and Pansy there occasionally for company.
(Harry)
"How's Michelle doing? I only saw her doing Potions, but once class was over, she was out of there," Hermione said, wrapping her arms around Harry from behind as he sat on the couch.
"I don't know. She wouldn't talk to me during any of our classes. And when I went to the common room, she was up in her dorm, and she wouldn't come down," Harry responded.
"So she's like Ron."
"Wait, Weasley is acting the same way? And here I thought this was a mood swing or something."
"No, it's just a love thing."
"Oh, I get it now! It isn't really a love thing, it's because Ron is being a prick and won't tell Michelle that he's hurting!"
"Hey, don't say there is all Ron's fault! Michelle can talk too, you know!" Hermione exclaimed, removing her arms from around Harry.
"Yeah, but the last time she talked to that oaf, he told her that he didn't want their kid. If I was her, I wouldn't want to start a conversation with him either," Harry said, defending his sister as he stood to face Hermione.
"Well maybe Ron doesn't want to talk to her because he's worried that there's going to be more than one kid popping out of your slut of a sister."
"So she's a slut for shagging with your ass of a best mate once and getting knocked up by him because he forgot to use a condom? because if that's the case, then you must be one of the biggest sluts around for fucking me every night without any sort of protection."
"Why you are a horrible little creature! I only shag you because you beg me for it."
"Don't flatter yourself, Princess. I can get any girl here to fuck me."
Hermione and Harry were both a little red in the face from the anger they were showing to each other.
"I don't even know why I ever liked you, Potter, you're just an egotistical little boy who is led around by his penis," Hermione said, throwing her arms up.
"You didn't seem to mind last night," Harry retorted.
"Ugh! I loath you! We are through Potter!"
"I'm glad Granger; I was starting to get bored with you."
Hermione glared at Harry before stomping out of the room to her dorm. Harry watched Hermione go before going out into the corridor. He headed off to go find one girl to show that he was now a free man.
(Michelle)
"What do you mean, you guys broke up?" asked Michelle when Harry told her about himself and Hermione at dinner.
"I mean that we are over, through, done with," Harry explained.
"But why? You guys seemed, well, happy together."
"She was starting to bore me," Harry lied.
"Bullshit Harry," Michelle dropped her tone a bit. "I know you won't admit it, but you love her, and if you say you don't, I won't believe you."
"Well, I don't love her. And I'm completely over her," Harry said before throwing an arm over Blaise's shoulders, who was sitting beside him. "Besides, now Blaise and I can pick up where we left off."
After saying that, he kissed Blaise.
"Fine, don't tell me the real reason. I just want you to know that I will find out why you two broke up," Michelle said before leaving the Slytherin table.
Not knowing what she should do, Michelle decided to go out by the lake to be alone.
(Laterrr)
After spending an hour out by the lake, Michelle figured she should head in and see what Hermione had to say about her break-up with Harry. She knew her twin would not tell her the truth, so she had to hope that Hermione would not be as pig-headed as her brother.
Everybody in the castle was now done with dinner, and they were either roaming the halls or were making their ways outside.
Walking in the castle, Michelle took the familiar route to the Heads' common room. The portrait outside gave Michelle a friendly smile as Michelle told her the password. Once the portrait swung open, Michelle instantly wished she had not gone there, because on the couch facing the portrait was Hermione and Ron, right in the middle of their sexual activities. They must have heard the swinging of the portrait because both turned their heads to the entrance.
Michelle stood there, her feet implanted on the ground, a look of confusion, anger and hurt spread on her face. Ron immediately jumped up from off of Hermione and the couch.
"Michelle…this isn't what it looks like," he said, scurrying around the room for his clothing as Hermione used the pillows to cover herself.
"So you weren't just fucking Hermione where any of the seventh year Gryffindors or Slytherins, or Professors, could walk in on?" asked Michelle, falling out of her stun mood.
"Umm…"
"OK! So you were fucking Granger! Right after she broke up with Harry too! And when our relationship – or whatever the bloody hell you can call it – is so unstable!"
"We can explain Michelle," Hermione cut in.
"Shove it Granger. I had originally came here to talk about why you and Harry broke up, but now I don't really give a fuck! I'm glad he's through with a Mudblood like you!" yelled Michelle before turning to Ron again. "As for you, I hope you die a slow painful death and that I never see you again Weasley. Oh yeah, and this child is officially not yours, meaning you have no ties to me what-so-ever." And with that, Michelle turned on her heel and left the room.
Once outside, Michelle clutched her abdomen and started to cry. But for the sake of her reputation, Michelle wiped her tears away and headed to the Grand Staircase; a part of her wishing Ron would come out after her to tell her that she just imagined everything.
(Harry)
"I'll see you later Harry," Blaise said, kissing his lips gently before leaving the boys' dorms.
Harry, grinning to himself for having his urges filled for the day, got off the bed he had currently been occupying. Glancing at his watch, Harry decided he should go back to his common room before he and Hermione had to start their patrolling of the halls. He left the Slytherin common room, nodding to Crabbe and Goyle in acknowledgement as they passed each other by the portrait, and headed up the dungeon steps. Just making it to the Entrance Hall, Harry was called by Ron.
"Potter, I need to talk to you a minute," Ron called from near the Grand Staircase.
"What do you want Weasley," asked Harry, walking over to Ron.
"Could you tell Michelle that I'm sorry that she saw what she saw?"
"What did you do, you little prat?"
"Um, nothing, she'll know what you mean," Ron replied, trying to walk away slowly.
"Tell me what in the bloody hell you did that would cause you to apologize to her when you two haven't spoken since you found out she was pregnant?" growled Harry, grabbing Ron by the collar.
"She just walked on me and…"
"And who? Who were you fucking, Weasley?"
Ron gulped, "And Hermione."
Harry dropped Ron. "You and Hermione shagged today?"
"Yes we did," Ron said smugly.
"No wonder she was upset. Merlin! This is the second time you've broken her heart, which is two times too many," Harry said before punching Ron in the face, forgetting about his wand. Harry punched Ron once more before walking off.
(Michelle)
As soon as Michelle entered the Slytherin common room later on in the night, she spotted Draco sitting on his favourite couch. She immediately walked over to him, sat next to him, and threw her arms around his neck. Draco was shocked by the showing of affection from Michelle that he just sat there. He soon fell out of his stunned faze and made circular motions on her back.
"What's wrong, Michelle?" he asked in a gentle tone.
"Can't I just sit here and hug you for no reason?" she retorted, looking up at him.
Draco gave her a pointed look. "It's just not everyday you come up and hug me."
"Well, I needed someone and Harry's not here. Besides, blame it on my hormones. They're making me a nervous wreck."
"Hmm…" was Draco's short reply.
The two sat in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the other's presence, ignoring the scuffling of feet around them.
"Draco, if we hadn't broken up, do you think we'd be in this situation?" asked Michelle suddenly, touching her abdomen.
"I don't know. Probably not, just because you wouldn't let me in your pants," Draco replied after a moment of thinking about the question.
"I wish I had now, because I wouldn't have turned to Ron's arms in desperation at Christmas, I wouldn't be pregnant and sitting here thinking about the 'what ifs'," she sat up fully now and looked at Draco.
"Come on, we both know that you love Weasley and you'd do the same thing again if you could."
"No, I wouldn't. Not now anyways. I really do hate him, Draco."
"What did he do now?"
"Nothing that I won't eventually get over," Michelle sighed. She thought a moment since Draco was not speaking before kissing his cheek lightly, her lips lingering. "Thanks for being such a great friend. I'm a little tired right now, so I'm just going to go up to bed and quickly finish my homework; 'night."
"G'night Michelle," he replied, watching her leave the couch.
(Harry)
"You slept with Weasley?" shouted Harry as soon as he and Hermione got back from their patrol duties. They had avoided each other as much as possible, but now came their confrontation.
Hermione glared at Harry. "Yes I did, so what? It's not like I'm your girlfriend."
"I know you're not. I really don't give a fuck about who you shag, but Weasley? Why would you choose him?"
"It's because he was there for me."
"So you shag any guy who talks to you?" asked Harry, but did not let Hermione respond. "You could've shagged any guy, yet you choose the one who you knew was currently having problems with his love-life. Why Granger, why?"
"It's because we wanted to escape for that short amount of time!" yelled Hermione. "To get away from all this crap that's going on. Besides, weren't you doing the same with Blaise Zabini?"
"Yes, but at least I chose someone who my ex-girlfriend's twin wasn't in love with; or someone who was having a child with someone else. Nor did I shag her where someone could have walked in on us. But you know what; I don't have to deal with this shit right now, because as you said, you aren't my girlfriend."
"You started this whole thing!" cried Hermione.
"Yes, and now I'm ending it. Go to bed Granger," Harry said, going to his own dorm.
(Laterrr)
Harry spotted Michelle quickly the next morning at the table and rushed over to her. He sat down across from his sister and leaned over the table.
"Why didn't you find me and tell me about Weasley and Granger?" hissed Harry.
"I didn't tell you because I wasn't up to looking for you. Besides, you got the information all on your own," Michelle calmly replied, buttering her toast.
"Only because Weasley asked me to tell you about how sorry he was for you walking in on them."
"Well he should have taken my feelings into consideration before he shagged Granger. And I wouldn't mind if he could get the balls to tell me that himself."
"What if he hadn't been able to find you and figured I could." Michelle glared at Harry. "Look, I'm not trying to defend their actions, but what if that had been the case? Besides 'Elle, do you think I'd let his actions slide?"
"What did you do to him?"
"See for yourself."
Michelle turned around to face the doors. Entering was Hermione fussing over Ron's shiny black eye.
"I have to say, thank-you," Michelle said, smiling briefly at Harry before standing, causing Harry to look up at her.
"Where are you going?" he questioned.
"I have to go talk to Weasley." She turned and left before Harry could object. Making her way swiftly to Ron, Michelle tapped his shoulder. "Weasley."
Ron turned to face her, trying to make is so his one side was not as noticeable. "Michelle! What's up?"
Hermione rolled her eyes at the childish way Ron was acting at talking to the mother of his child.
"Oh nothing, the usual, you know," Michelle said, sliding into the seat next to Ron.
"I mean, not to be rude, but what are you doing over here? I thought you didn't want to see me again," Ron stated bluntly.
"Oh that! Well you see, yesterday, I was a little PMSie," she lied, hoping Ron would catch on because she did not want everyone to know of her situation, especially the little eavesdroppers that were at the Gryffindor table.
He seemed to catch on. "Oh! OK, so it's that time of the month!"
"Yes, and you know, you could say it a little louder. Anyways, yesterday, I meant to say: Ron, we're through. No more of that tip-toe bullshit. Now I can look at you without wanting to kill you, but anything that happens in the future will not be a romantic thing. Do you understand; because if you don't, you can find me out by the lake at seven o'clock." She stood from the table and started to walk away. Stopping, she looked over her shoulder. "By the way Weasley, nice shiner, it suites you well."
(Harry)
"Harry, are you just using me to get back at Granger?" asked Blaise as they walked to class, Harry's arm loosely around her waist as he stared at Hermione, who was walking with Ron.
"Would you care if I was?" responded Harry, not looking away from Hermione.
"No, I wouldn't. It's just…"
"Just what?"
"I think it would be better if you talked to her, instead of just shagging me to see if you can get a reaction," Blaise said quickly after a moments pause.
Harry did not answer her as they stopped outside of the Potions classroom. He looked over the students' heads and spotted Draco. "Malfoy, get up here!"
Draco obviously heard Harry and started to make his way over to Harry and Blaise. He was with Michelle, who Harry did not see at first because she was shorter than most of the students crowded by the door, and his arm was around her shoulders as they pushed past the few students in their way.
"May I ask what's going on here?" asked Harry as Draco handed Michelle her book bag.
"Yes you may Harry! You see, I didn't feel like carrying my own shit, so I got Draco here to carry it for me. Wasn't that nice of him?" answered Michelle, obviously happy.
"What are you on?" asked Blaise. "I mean, just yesterday you were drowning in your own tears."
But before Michelle could reply, the doors to the classroom opened, meaning they all had to stop talking.
(Laterrr)
When their Double Potions was over, Michelle was practically spinning out of the room, causing Harry, Draco, Blaise and Pansy to share looks.
"To answer your question from before class Blaise, I'm 'on' life! I'm finally free!" exclaimed Michelle.
"Free of what?" asked Blaise.
"Free of Weasley, of course!" she said this just as Ron and Hermione were walking by. Ron had heard because his ears turned red. "I mean, I should have broken up with him ages ago!"
"I thought they were over a long time ago," muttered Pansy.
(Laterrr)
"Hi Harry," Hermione said quietly as Harry entered the Heads common room.
"What did you want Granger?" asked Harry coldly.
"I just wanted to talk to you."
"Well it'll have to wait until later. I'm just grabbing my homework before going to work on it in the Slytherin common room. Besides, 'Elle is waiting for me."
"Could you get her to come in here then please? Because I guess this is for both of you."
Harry looked at Hermione suspiciously before going out the portrait to return with Michelle in less then a minute. The Potter twins both gave her impatient looks. Hermione just stood there, looking at her feet, not wanting to meet their gazes.
"Well Granger, are you going to tell us what you want sometime today?" asked Michelle, placing her hands on her hips.
"I just wanted to apologize for my words and my actions over the past few days," Hermione replied.
"Why?"
"It's because I think it's the right thing to do. Besides, Harry and I share this area; I'd rather not be in a hateful mood towards him, and vice versa, especially since we're graduating from here soon. And for you Michelle, I would like to be in a neutral understanding, considering we sort of worked hard on a friendship, even if it was for the sake of Harry, and you are carrying my best friend's child, and I would like to see it once it's born."
"What are you on, Granger? After all these years that we've hated each other and you just want to call it quits?" Michelle put a hand to her chest and sniffed mockingly.
"Michelle, I'm serious. I would like for us not to hate each other anymore; same with us, Harry."
"Have you heard enough?" asked Harry, looking at Michelle.
"Yes, I have. Let's grab your shit and get out of here," she replied.
Harry and Michelle made their way up to Harry's room, Harry glancing at Hermione over his shoulder once.
(Laterrr)
"Can you believe that girl?" asked Michelle to Harry as they walked through the Slytherin portrait to get to the common room. "To ask us for a truce, that's laughable."
"I can see why she would want it," Harry said slowly, waiting for Michelle's reaction.
"Harry! What is wrong with you?" she asked, causing Harry to shrug. "Fine, whatever, now tell me what she meant by apologizing for her words? We haven't said anything too bad to each other since like Christmas."
"She didn't exactly say them to you."
"What do you mean?"
Harry did not answer her.
"Harry! You will tell me what she said now!" she said, reaching for her wand, meaning she would hex him if she had to.
"Fine, yesterday we were talking, and she called you a slut for sleeping with Ron and getting pregnant," he finally answered.
"And what did you say to that?"
"I basically said that was ironic considering what we do and stuff."
"Harry! Is that why you two broke up?"
Harry just turned away. "Look, can we just get this homework done?"
"Yes, but you are going to have to talk to Granger and tell her you didn't mean what you said, because I don't care that she thinks I'm a slut. I mean, look at her! Shagging you when she should have been with Ron, and shagging him when she should have been with you."
"'Elle, I'm not going to talk to her. She helped Weasley hurt you."
"Harry, look, I don't give a damn that they fucked each other. Ron and I are over; we have been for a long time. But you deserve to be with Hermione, she makes you happy. That…and she has made you soft."
"Well that's a reason right there why I shouldn't talk to her. I don't like being soft."
"Yes, yes, I know you don't, but Granger's good for you, and you know it."
"Whatever 'Elle; if you want me to talk to her, I will after I'm done with my patrol duties, OK?"
Michelle just grinned in response. Her brother was stubborn, but she knew how to try and get him to see clearly. "I blame all of this Transfiguration homework on Longbottom. If only he had been able to transform that desk, then we wouldn't have it."
Harry rolled his eyes. "Stop talking about it and actually get working on it."
Michelle grinned at Harry once more and brought her parchment and ink closer to herself.
(Laterrr)
Draco walked slowly over to Michelle, who was sitting on an armchair reading a book, and sat on the arm of it. Michelle looked up at him.
"Hey Draco, what's up?" she asked, closing her book.
"Nothing, I just finished talking with Ginny," he replied.
"Oh yeah? Is that why you didn't join me and Harry in 'homework time'? Because if it is, I'm not letting you copy."
"That is why I didn't join you guys, but I wish I had now."
"Why would you say that? You love spending time with Ginny."
"Yeah, well, not anymore."
"Draco, what happened? Did you two break up again?" asked Michelle, looking up at him with concerned eyes.
"Yes, I caught her snogging with some sixth year by the hourglasses," he replied, getting off Michelle's chair and going to the couch. "How could she cheat on me? I'm the one who's supposed to do the cheating."
"I know that too well," Michelle muttered under her breath as she walked over to Draco and sat to him, putting a comforting arm around his shoulders. "Come on Draco, don't beat yourself up about it, you're a Malfoy for Merlin's sake! You can get any girl you want!"
"So what? One is off snogging – or shagging – another guy and the other wouldn't even considering going out with me again." He put his head in his hands.
Michelle sighed; hoping what she said and next would wake Draco up. She lifted his head up and slapped his cheek – not too hard, not too light. "Snap out of it Malfoy! Pull yourself together! Ginny Weasley – a Weasley – should not have this power over you!"
Draco looked at Michelle trying to find the comforting girl that had just been there. All he saw though was his best friend trying to get him to stop aching and being so emotional.
"Now listen, you need to move on and show Ginny that you don't care about her," she said.
"How am I supposed to do that? Considering the last time we broke up, we went crawling right back to each other?" he asked.
Michelle sighed, clearly frustrated now, and grabbed Draco's face. Before he knew what was going on, Michelle kissed him right on the lips.
(Harry)
"Uh Ginny, what are you doing in here?" asked Harry when he entered the Heads' common room and saw Ginny sprawled out on the couch. He had been planning on waiting for Hermione, but now he had to deal with the redhead on the couch.
"Hermione gave me the password, so I thought I'd come and visit you," she said, making her way to Harry.
"I mean, what are you doing here now? Everyone's supposed to be in their own common rooms or dorms."
"Oh well, I guess I'll just have to sleepover."
"No, you can't," Harry said, pushing Ginny off of him when she had managed to snake her arms around his neck.
"Why not? We'd have fun; remember all of the fun we had during sleepovers at my house?"
"I'm thinking that you're confusing me with someone else. I only went to your house during the day. Besides, what would Malfoy think if you and I had a sleepover?"
"He wouldn't care," Ginny sighed. "You see, we broke up again today."
"So that means I'm your rebound guy?"
"Well, yes, it does mean that," she said, trying to grab Harry.
Just then though, Hermione walked into room, which allowed Harry to move from Ginny.
"Granger! Great timing, Ginny here lost her way to the Gryffindor common room, can you escort her please?" he asked, shoving Ginny lightly towards Hermione. "And when you get back, we have to talk."
(Laterrr)
Hermione quietly entered the common room, hoping that Harry was not there and had decided to go to bed because she had taken a long time. That did not come true for her as she saw Harry sitting on an armchair.
"That took you a while," he commented.
"Ginny wouldn't stop talking at the portrait," Hermione said simply.
"Sit, it makes me feel less superior when you're standing."
"Of course it would," Hermione muttered, sitting across from Harry on the couch.
"Now look, normally I wouldn't give a damn about a break-up, because I can always go find another girl, but there's something about you that makes me want to be with you still," Harry started.
A/N: Phew…another chapter! Hopefully that was nice and long for the time being. I won't be able to update again until August, so enjoy this while you can! Lol. Please review!