The Potter Twins
A/N: Thanks to Jackie and Amanda (well technically it is an AU, so Blaise gets to be a girl! Hehe) for reviewing. Please Read and Review!
-Chapter 13-"Blame it on the Hormones"
They had only been walking for a bit when Filch had spotted them. "Potter, who'd you got there?"
"Ms Potter and Mr. Weasley, Mr. Filch. I'm escorting them back to their respective common rooms," Harry replied, looking down at the caretaker, for he was a good three inches taller than the older Squib.f
"I should be getting Professor Snape and let him punish them for being out after curfew."
"But you won't Mr. Filch, because these two don't have watches, and I was with them. So if you don't mind, we don't want them out any later than they should be," Harry said, smiling coldly at Filch.
"Very well Potter, but if I find them out of bed next time, it's off to Professor Snape they'll go," Filch said.
Harry nodded before he continued walking; Ron and Michelle close behind, not wanting to be near Filch any longer than need be.
"You know, I shouldn't even be doing this," Harry said.
"But you will because you love your charming younger sister," Michelle replied, a small smile on her lips, grabbing Harry's arm as they walked on.
"Are you sure you want to be alone with him?" he asked, looking down at Michelle.
"I'm positive, and it's not like he's going to bite me for no reason."
"But he's been such a prat to you the past while."
"I know, but he's my baby's prat of a father, so if he wants to talk for a bit, well, then he can talk for a while."
"Hello, I am right here," Ron said, waving a hand in front of them.
"We know, we just like talking about you with you right here, pretending that you can't hear us," Harry said coolly as they reached the outside of the Heads' portrait. "Insensitive arses." Michelle looked at Harry for an explanation on the new password choice. "It was Granger's choice this week."
Michelle nodded as Ron headed directly through the portrait hole. She stood up on tip-toe and kissed Harry's cheek. "Thanks Harry. And don't worry about me; I can take care of myself."
"I know you can. Now look, Granger and I should be back in about an hour, that enough time for you?"
"It should be," Michelle said before going through the hole like Ron had done just mere moments before.
Harry sighed as he went off to go patrol the halls some more.
Back in the Heads common room, Ron was sitting on the couch and Michelle was standing in front of him.
"You wanted to talk, so talk," she said, looking down at him.
"Can you sit or something, you're making me nervous being so tall," Ron said, smiling a bit. Michelle shrugged her shoulders and sat. "I want to be in the baby's life."
"OK, you'll be able to see the baby if you want. Is that all you wanted to talk about in private, or was there more?"
"More. I also want to be there with you when the baby is born."
Michelle nodded. "Fine, I'll owl you when I go into labour." She looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "Why the sudden change in attitude? When I first told you, you wanted nothing to do with it."
"Well, I thought about it, and I realized I had been a prat and acted like those guys that I hate that leave the woman to raise the child on their own, and I didn't want to be like that. Plus, I talked to Ginny and told her about it, and she said that I was indeed a prat for acting that way. She smacked me and said she was going to want to see her niece or nephew later on, that she was going to want to spoil the hell out of it, and that I should want to too."
"That was awfully nice of her," Michelle said, rolling her eyes. "So she made this decision for you?"
"No, no, not at all; I had already been contemplating it when I asked her advice. Plus, my family needed to know that I was going to be a father, so I thought I'd start with her," Ron said, shrugging.
"So the rest of your family doesn't know yet? You don't want them to know you made the mistake of knocking up a Slytherin?"
Ron sighed. "Look, I haven't told them yet because I was still digesting the information. And I don't think us getting together was a mistake. Getting you pregnant was a mistake-"
"So you really don't want this baby, do you?" yelled Michelle, standing. "Look Weasley, I don't have time for you to tell me how much of a mistake my baby is, because I know it isn't!"
"Michelle, I…"
"Save it Weasley for some gullible Gryffindor," Michelle said, turning her back on him.
Ron stood as well, and turned her to face him. "I think for you to get pregnant at this age is a mistake, but, but, most mistakes can lead to great things. Like a baby. And us getting together – not saying that was a mistake, it just wasn't planned."
Michelle glared at him. "For the last time, this baby is not a mistake! It's far from it, OK? And yes, it will be a great person, which is at least one thing you said right." She removed his hands from her shoulders.
"Sorry," he mumbled.
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"Hey stranger."
Harry turned around to see Hermione standing right behind him. "Hey Granger."
She looked at him and frowned. "What happened to Hermione?"
"Sorry, Hermione," he said, emphasizing Hermione's name.
"Thank you, because you see, you just don't go around calling your friends by their surnames," she explained as they walked down the corridor.
Harry looked at her and raised an eyebrow.
"Well, I guess you have a tendency to do that, with Malfoy and all," Hermione said quickly. "I should have said that you shouldn't call your friends by their surnames, especially if they're girls. Like do you call Parkinson and Zabini, well, Parkinson and Zabini?"
"Only when I get pissed off at them," Harry commented.
"See, you call them Pansy and Blaise, meaning you should call me Hermione, not Granger. Just like I won't be calling you Potter anymore."
"No more Potter?" he whined.
"Nope, you are now Harry. Unless you make me mad, then you are back to Potter."
"Well, then I shall be devoting my time to making you angry just so I can hear Potter come from your lips once more."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "It will take a lot, Harry."
They rounded the corner to the portrait hole. Harry stopped Hermione in case Michelle and Ron were still talking. He pushed her against the wall.
"Harry!" she squealed.
"Kiss me Granger," he demanded, kissing her neck.
"Harry, as much as I want to, I'm going to have to ask you to stop."
"Why?"
"One, we're trying to build a friendship, so let's not ruin it all by snogging, or shagging, or whatever you're wanting. And two, I'd rather not do anything out in the hall, in case Filch decides to come snooping around," she said, putting her hand on his chest and pushing him away slightly.
Harry sighed. "You're right, we don't want to give Filch his own personal show, it just wouldn't be right, Filch getting to watch for free, when others would have to pay." He shook his head sadly.
Hermione smacked his arm.
"So how many little kiddies did you catch tonight?"
"None, they're all sleeping peacefully tonight, or they all received Invisibility Cloaks," she replied. "What about you?"
"Two and I sent them to the common room, so Filch wouldn't catch them."
"Who?" asked Hermione.
Harry just told the password to the portrait and let Hermione in before him, not answering with words, but with sight. On the couch were Ron and Michelle cuddling, like they could not tear apart. He coughed slightly, getting the two to jump apart quickly. "You better not have touched her in an indecent way Weasley," he stated, sitting on an armchair, Hermione doing the same.
"You're worried about that now?" asked Ron, earning a smack on the back of the head by Michelle.
Harry glared at him coldly.
"Ron and I are friends now," Michelle said.
Harry looked at his sister. "So then why are you two practically all over each other?"
"I was crying about how hard it was going to be raising a child and he was comforting me."
Harry looked at her better and noticed that she did indeed have slightly red puffy eyes.
"You are going to be helping her, aren't you Ron?" asked Hermione, pretty much glaring at her best friend.
"Yes, of course, I want to be there for this kid," Ron said, placing a hand on her now slightly bulging abdomen.
"And I'm happy that he's going to be there. There's just no way in hell that I'm ever getting together with him again," Michelle said, smiling. She stood. "Well I'm tired and want to sleep."
Harry glanced at Hermione who shrugged. "You're staying here tonight."
"Excuse me?"
"You'll stay in Hermione's room. Hermione will bunk with me, and Weasley, you can sleep on the couch."
"Hermione, you're back with him?" asked Ron, eyes bulging.
"Calm down Ron, no, we're not together. We're just friends for the time being. And I'm perfectly capable of just sleeping next to him in the same bed without any touching," Hermione replied, standing. "Come on Michelle, I have some pajamas you can borrow."
"Are you sure, I mean, I have gained some weight," Michelle laughed.
"There's elastic in the pants."
"Ooh!" exclaimed Michelle as the girls walked up to Hermione's room, laughing.
Harry looked at Ron. "Did you just see what I saw?"
Ron nodded dumbly before blinking a bit and rubbing his eyes. "That is probably the most ridiculous thing I've ever seen. They acted OK around each other when Michelle and I were dating and while you and Hermione were, but they still hated each other."
"Yeah, I know, and now look; they're talking without throwing insults."
Harry and Ron looked at each other before sitting in silence, waiting for Hermione to come back down.
"Change of plans Harry," she said when she finally walked down the stairs.
"Oh, and those would be?" asked Harry, looking at her, both eyebrows raised.
"Michelle and I are going to have a type of sleepover up in my dorm, so I'm not going to be bunking with you," Hermione said, grinning. "Goodnight boys."
Ron and Harry both said, 'goodnight', before looking at each other once more.
"Um, well, I'm off to bed," Harry said, standing awkwardly.
"Yeah, me too, on the couch I mean," Ron replied.
Harry nodded before running up the stairs to his dorm.
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"So how was your, erm, sleepover?" asked Harry at breakfast.
Michelle shrugged; she had left the Heads quarters early when the other three occupants were sleeping still.
"Wait, Michelle had a sleepover?" asked Draco, "with whom?"
"Little Ms Granger," Michelle replied.
Draco was thankful that he had not drank the orange juice he was about to drink, because if he had, he would have definitely spat it out. "G-granger?"
"Yes, my dear brother here didn't want me to venture back to the common room after curfew, so he made me and Weasley stay the night in the Heads quarters. I was supposed to sleep by myself in Granger's room while she bunked with Harry," she said this and saw Draco look at Harry skeptically. "But then when she went to give me pajamas, we just started laughing and decided we needed to get to know each other better, if we were friends with each other's boys."
"Did you have a good time, having pillow fights with Granger?" drawled Draco.
She chucked some bread at him. "We did not have a pillow fight. But we did have fun, and it turns out that Harry and I had her father for a dentist at one point when we were eight."
"Dr. Granger? The really cheap dentist Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia made us go to?" asked Harry.
"Duh, his name was Dr. Granger, it was obvious and I don't know why I didn't connect the pieces together sooner," Michelle said.
"What else did you and Miss Know-It-All talk about?" asked Draco.
"We discussed the baby, the flat we share, how she is like a part of the Weasley clan, and how she hates that I'm as good as her in class," Michelle smirked.
"What about Ron and I?" asked Harry. "Any mentions of us in your little powwow?"
"Nope, boys were off limit last night. It only brought out the anger and hate in us!" she said mockingly.
"But I thought you both were OK with Weasley and I," stated Harry.
"We are, don't worry. It just wasn't proper for us to discuss things we didn't want to get into with each other. But…we did talk about Draco."
"You and the Mudblood talked about me?" asked Draco.
"Draco," replied Michelle threateningly. "It's either Granger or Hermione, no Mudblood, you know how much I hate that word."
Draco stuck his tongue out at her. "So what did you guys talk about when you were referring to yours truly?"
"We talked about how much of a giant pain in the arse you are," a voice said from behind Draco.
Michelle smirked as Draco turned around to face Hermione. "It's the truth Draco."
"What do you want Granger?" he sneered.
"I just wanted to tell Michelle that she forgot a book from the library in my room. Not that it's any of your business Malfoy," Hermione stated. She looked at Michelle. "Here." She handed Michelle a brown book.
"Thanks Hermione," Michelle replied, taking the book.
Hermione smiled at her and Harry before leaving.
Draco looked at Michelle then to where Hermione was sitting with Ron at the Gryffindor table, to say he was shocked was an understatement.
Harry chuckled and patted Draco's shoulder. "Weasley and I acted the same way last night. I thought we had entered the Twilight Zone or something."
"Well, you should have just blamed it on my hormones. That's what I'm doing, because I don't think I would have put up with her for that long if I wasn't in such a good mood," Michelle said.
"Come on 'Elle, you saw that she can't be that bad."
"I know, I know, and then again, I wasn't in my normal state of mind."
"Yeah sure 'Elle, you just don't want to admit that those years being her rival was a big waste of time since the two of you are practically the same in all aspects."
"Ewe, Harry, don't ever say that again. That is just wrong in so many ways."
"She's got a point, mate," Draco said, pointing a piece of sausage at Harry.
Harry looked confused.
"You shagged Granger for Merlin's sake, and then you go and say that she and Michelle are the same? That's like saying you'd enjoy fucking Michelle if you got the chance."
By this point, Michelle had covered her ears and was humming loudly to no tune in particular, not wanting to listen to Draco explainwhat Harry had said wrong.
Harry's jaw dropped. "I didn't mean it that way, Merlin, you guys are sick."
"We know, that's how we think, and besides, I am the Princess of Slytherin while she's the Know-It-All of Gryffindor, there's a difference," Michelle added.
"You only think there is."
Michelle looked at Draco and looked panicked. "He's breaking out of all the training we spent so hard going through!"
"Merlin, you're right Michelle, Potter's actually sticking up for the Gryffindors, calling them our equals, yeah right. It's not even that she's muggleborn, I mean, your mum was one and you two are fine. Well, maybe not Potter now. You are definitely still allowed in my will, but he's out. Unless we can retrain him, but then again, it's too late in the game."
"So I'd get everything if anything happened?"
Draco nodded.
"Bye Harry, have fun with the Gryffindors."
"Hah, hah, Michelle Lillian, very funny," Harry said sarcastically.
Michelle's eyes widened. "No middle names, bad Harry James!"
"Whatever you two, I'll see you two scrooges later." He got up from the Slytherin table and left without a second glance.
"Poor kid, being blinded by the Gryffindor ways," Draco said, shaking his head sadly.
"Yeah, poor kid," Michelle replied, looking at the place where Harry had been standing previously.
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Michelle looked down at the note she had received earlier before glancing around her towards the lake. She sighed as she sat on the ground.
"Ah, good, you got my note," a voice said from behind her.
"Yeah, but you really should put your name on things like this, I mean, what if I thought a Death Eater had sent this and didn't come?" replied Michelle.
"Because you know most Death Eaters, and they only want Harry dead, not you."
Michelle laughed. "Yeah, my poor brother, it honestly sucks to be the Boy-Who-Lived. Now sit down, you're creeping me out with talking behind my back."
"Yeah, yeah, sorry 'Elle, I know how you don't like your back being exposed."
Michelle felt a gust of air when the boy sat next to her. "You got that right, Irishman."
"You know I don't like you calling me that."
"Well you asked me to meet you on the grounds, which you know is a no-no, so I can call you whatever the hell I please like Finnigan."
"Awe, don't be like that. I mean, you've been conversing openly with all the other Gryffindors this past year, why not me, your best friend?" asked Seamus, pretending to pout.
Michelle rolled her eyes. "I've only been talking to Weasley and Granger civilly, and that's because I went out with Weasley and Granger had her claws sunk deep into Harry."
"Why didn't we ever go out?"
"Because you always had a girlfriend whenever I wasn't seeing anyone, plus, we're too good of friends for that; it would have screwed up our relationship. I mean, look at me and Draco, we went out, and for like a month I couldn't talk to him after we broke up. Besides, we wouldn't be able to last long, we like to tell the truth to each other a little too harshly, which is why we're great as best friends."
"OK, then as your best friend, I have to tell you, you've gained some weight."
Michelle punched him hard, causing him to wince. She sighed. "I guess you should know now then."
"Know what?"
"Know that I'm four and a half months pregnant with Ron's kid."
Seamus' jaw dropped. "It took you this long to tell me? Who else knows?"
"Harry, Draco, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and whoever else Ron decided to tell."
"And why wasn't I the first to know?"
"Because I didn't know how to tell you, and I needed to tell Harry first because he's my brother and Draco happened to be there because he's also my best friend. Then I had to tell Ron, because, well, he's the father. And Hermione knows everything Ron knows. And then Ron told Ginny because he wanted to tell his family that he was going to be the first of them to have kids."
"I should have found out when Hermione found out though, seeing as I should know everything you know. But oh, I'm going to kill Ron."
"No you're not, because if I wanted him dead, he'd be gone already."
"Yeah, I guess Harry and Draco would have killed him by now."
"Exactly."
"So how are you holding up then, with being pregnant and all."
"Pretty good, Ron was an arse when he first found out, but he's coming around, and we're friends now. What about you and what's-her-name? Still together or have you ditched her?"
"Padma dumped me because she wasn't really interested in a relationship at the moment."
Michelle opened her arms and Seamus slid into them, hugging her as she patted his back. Neither noticed a familiar redhead come and stand behind them.
"Moving in on the Ice Princess already, Seamus?"
"Shut up Ron," Michelle said, breaking her hug with Seamus.
"I didn't think you had any interest in her, you even told me it was a bad idea to stay with her."
"Ron, don't be such a prat. Michelle and I are friends, we're allowed to hug. Just like you're allowed to hug her because you're friends as well," Seamus said, looking up at his fellow housemate.
"I can hug her for other reasons as well," Ron said. "Wait…did you say you're friends?"
"Yes, that's what he said."
"Since when; I've never seen you hang out together."
"We've been friends since first year when we first met each other on the train."
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"Where are you going Harry?" asked Draco when Harry was getting ready to leave the common room after he finished his homework.
"I'm going to talk to Madam Pomfrey to see if she knows if any place in Hogsmeade sells some sort of concealing robes, because I've noticed that Michelle has been showing a bit with her regular school robes."
"So you're going to Hogsmeade?"
"Yeah," Harry replied.
"I'm coming too then, I need to restock my candy supply."
Harry rolled his eyes. "OK, come on then."
Draco shoved his finished homework into his bag and put it on his shoulder. The two Slytherins walked out of the common room and up the dungeon steps. They passed Snape as they went up the steps.
"Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Potter," nodded Snape.
"Hello Professor," replied Draco and Harry at the same time.
"Have you finished the essay I sent you for tomorrow?"
"We just finished before we left the common room, sir," Harry said while Draco nodded.
"So no problems I assume?"
"None what-so-ever, sir, they're O worthy," Draco said.
"It better be. Though with you two and Ms. Potter, I don't doubt they will be. By the way, where is she? Normally you aren't without her," commented Snape.
Draco looked at Harry and shrugged.
"I believe she went to the library to finish some other homework," Harry said, looking at his Head of House.
"Understandable, she is, after-all, the smartest of you three," Snape smirked.
"Why sir, we're offended!" said Draco, pretending to gasp as he clutched his hand to heart.
"I can't believe our own Head has turned against us!" exclaimed Harry, pretending to be hurt. "What happened to men must stick together and women are the enemy?"
"Goodbye boys," Snape said, chuckling, yes, chuckling, as he walked away.
"Well, shall we go see my favourite older lady, Madam Pomfrey?" asked Harry to Draco.
"Of course, if she wants to see her least favourite pupil, mind you."
"Honestly! What happened to males sticking together?"
Draco chuckled and patted Harry on the back. "It all disappeared once the teenage hormones kicked in…it will be back in about fifteen years."
Harry groaned as he walked up the stairs to the Hospital Wing. "So next time Michelle is positively angry at you, I shall leave her to her business."
Draco's eyes widened. "No! Not that, anything but, please!"
"We'll see Malfoy, we'll see."
Just then, the matron came into view. "What can I do for you Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy? No broken bones, or any problem, I hope. Your beds have been lent out to others."
Harry and Draco looked around the Hospital Wing and noticed that, indeed, two young ladies had taken post of their beds, and glared. It was a good thing that they were both asleep because otherwise they would have been shaking in fear from the two older Slytherin males.
"Oh no Madam Pomfrey, nothing of the sort, don't worry for our sakes. I just wanted to know if you knew of any clothing stores in Hogsmeade that sell robes with concealment charms on them," Harry said.
"But I've already charmed her robes," Madam Pomfrey stated.
"I know, and thanks, but you see, it's been wearing out and I wanted something with more permanence for her."
"Oh alright; there's a little shop on the outskirts of Hogsmeade that specializes in concealment robes, you just need to take them the sizes that the woman in question would normally wear." She wrote down the name of the place and handed the parchment to Harry. "You should wait until the next trip to the village to get those."
"I will, thanks Madam Pomfrey," Harry said, grinning coolly at the Hogwarts Healer. "See you after the next Quidditch match."
Before the older woman could throw some snide comment at Harry, he and Draco left the Wing.
"Third floor?" asked Draco.
"Third floor, unless Lupin is guarding it with his life."
Luckily for the boys, when they reached the statue of the witch, Lupin, and any other authority figure, was not there. Tapping the hump and saying the password, Harry and Draco climbed in, each throwing their bags into the hole.
A/N: OK, chapter 13, that means it was bound to be a little odd. Michelle and Hermione having a "sleepover"? Harry and Ron having as civilized of a "conversation" as they could? Michelle being best friends with Seamus Finnigan? Snape chuckling? Oh boy, even my OOCs are acting OOC! Oh woo is me! Please Review!