The Potter Twins
A/N: Sorry for the long update. I meant to update sooner, but I've been busy since school started. Please Read and Review!
-Chapter 14-Robes and Revision
"Since the train ride here?" asked Ron, obviously confused. "I thought you only met up with your Slytherin chums then, and annoyed the hell the out of me, Neville and Hermione."
"We did, but I also ventured down the train and stumbled across Seamus. He didn't know who I was at that time, so I was grateful because I had already heard a lot of talk about Harry and I being on the train. We embraced each other as friends after we threw a few insults, and have been ever since. Harry ran into him when we were heading to the boats and he immediately disliked Seamus, so we decided we'd be secret friends."
"Like secret agents," Seamus said, grinning. "We'd meet every day in the Charms room just to complain about you lot."
Michelle punched him. "It's bad enough he knows we're friends, but do you have to tell him what we do during our meetings?"
Seamus stuck his tongue out at her. "It's not like I told him the fact that we have wild crazy monkey sex and have been since fifth year."
Ron eyebrows knitted together when he looked between the two. "I thought you said you were a virgin when we had sex."
Michelle rolled her eyes before glaring at Seamus. "Finnigan is joking. We've never had sex before. He's just a cheeky bugger who only wishes."
"You're the one that wishes, not me woman." Seamus looked at Ron. "If you hadn't snatched her from under my nose, she would have been mine."
"Ignore him Ron, he's very egotistical."
"I just can't believe you've kept this a secret for seven years."
"Yes, well, we're very good secret keepers, in the sense that it's not used in content with the Fidelius Charm. And now you've been entrusted with this secret, so you cannot tell anyone. Not a soul."
"Fine, fine, Michelle. So no one else knows?"
"Nope; you're the first, so feel special," Seamus said. He turned to Michelle and kissed her cheek. "I'll see you later love, I have to go see if I can dazzle Susan off her feet. And don't start freezing the ice again; you're so much lovelier without the mountain."
"You tell me that every time you leave, and it hasn't caught on with my slow mind yet, so get used to the ice," Michelle said, standing with Seamus. "See you tomorrow?"
"Of course; bye Michelle, Ron."
Ron nodded his head towards his fellow Gryffindor as he walked away. He looked at Michelle. "I never would have pegged you down as a friend of Seamus'. Maybe a sex-buddy, before us happened, I mean."
"Just goes to show you how many surprises I have yet to share with the world," Michelle replied, smirking. They started heading up to the castle. "Ah man, I still have Snape's essay to complete!"
"Same here, want to work on it together, seeing as that's what friends do."
Michelle looked at Ron skeptically before nodding. "Sure, why not?"
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"Ah, it's so good to be back here! It's been too long my delicious candy!" exclaimed Draco, looking around Honeydukes when they entered up through the storage room.
Harry looked at Draco and smirked. "You were here last weekend, you git."
Draco shook his head sadly. "One does not get tired of Honeydukes and all its glory, young one." He grinned.
"Come on, oh Great Lover of Candy, you can get your stash when we leave." He tried grabbing Draco's arm, but it was moved out of the way.
The shopkeeper looked at the two boys oddly as they did their little act.
"No, no, I shall stay here in this fine company while you go get our little Michelle her robes," Draco said, pushing Harry towards the shop door.
"Fine have fun, and sir, I apologize ahead of time for anything this wanker does," Harry said to the shopkeeper, jabbing his thumb in Draco's direction.
The shopkeeper looked at Harry and raised an eyebrow before the said teenager was out of the room.
Noticing he was still close to the school, Harry walked down the streets, paying no attention to the stares he was getting from visitors. He would nod once and a while to the regulars of the village, earning toothy grins in response. Looking down at the parchment Madam Pomfrey had given him, Harry saw the sign for a shop up the way a bit and recognized it as the one that was written on the parchment. Speeding up his pace, Harry reached the shop in five seconds.
"Can I help you, young sir?" asked the woman from behind the counter when Harry entered and looked around the store.
"Um, yes, I need some robes," Harry said, realizing how dumb he sounded when he was in shop that specialized in robes.
"You don't look pregnant dear," she said, walking out from behind the counter. "And I'm sorry, but I don't have any robes to deal with male pregnancies if you were."
Harry blushed. "Oh no, I'm not the one that's pregnant. I need the robes for my sister, and I'm going to need about three at the most."
The woman sighed in relief. "OK that I can do. Now how far along is she?" Harry looked confused so she explained more. "How many months has she been pregnant for?"
"Um, she got pregnant in January, so that's four months."
"OK, now what size does she normally wear?"
Harry showed her the tag off of one of Michelle's robes that he had cut because he had no idea how to interpret what it said.
The woman nodded and moved to a rack of shelves. "This is for a Hogwarts girl, right?" Harry nodded, so she continued her questioning. "What house is she in?"
"Slytherin," Harry answered.
She pulled three identical robes off of it and moved to the counter. "This all you'll need?"
"Yeah," Harry said.
She rung it up and handed the bag to Harry. "That'll be fifty Galleons please."
Harry dug up his pouch and retrieved the required amount and handed it to the woman. "Thanks."
Before she could reply, Harry was out the door. He walked into Honeydukes, grabbed Draco (who had been munching away happily on a Canary Cream), and went down the storage stairs with a quick nod to the shopkeeper.
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Michelle threw down her quill and leaned back on her chair in the library. She looked at Ron. "Well, I'm glad that's finished. Now Snape won't go all crazy on us and turn into the professor we all love to hate."
"Yeah; but what do you care? You're one of his favourites," Ron replied, blowing on his parchment slightly to get the ink to dry.
"Not as much Harry and Draco – they're his real favourites. I just figure he dislikes me because I am better in Potions then they are and they suck up to him way more than I do. That and I think he liked my mum but she didn't, and I look like her. But then that doesn't explain why he likes Harry since he looks like Dad and Dad tortured Snape a lot when they were here."
Ron looked slightly confused. "Right…maybe it's because Harry is in Slytherin – I know you're parents weren't – and isn't like your father."
Michelle looked at Ron and grinned. "Way to go Weasley, you discovered the mystery."
"And I don't know why he doesn't like you as much."
Michelle shrugged and rolled up her essay. "Whatever, I've learned to live with it for the past seven years and in less then two months, I won't have to see him again."
"Positive thinking, good," Ron said, rolling his essay as well. "I'll be glad to get out of his greasy hair."
Michelle snickered. "Be glad you don't have him as Head of House. Granted, I love him being mine, but it's the grease I hate."
"I would have gladly dropped Potions last year, but I want to be an Auror, so I need it. That, and Hermione pulled Neville and I into it. Had us studying our arses off just to pull off our Os on the exams, she did."
"I can't believe Longbottom is in Advanced Potions, he seemed scared of Snape, and he's very bad at making potions, always screwing them up. I'm surprised that Snape didn't stop him from entering the class."
"Well Hermione pulled miracles with him in fifth year," Ron said as they walked out of the library.
"Did she pull miracles with you as well?"
"Tons, especially with Charms, I was disastrous in that class."
"I've noticed you walked me right to the dungeons, thanks," Michelle said, smirking at Ron's apparent confusion.
"No problem, thanks for helping me with my essay. If I went to Hermione, she would have got angry at me for being so last minute, luckily I got a Slytherin girl on my side," Ron replied.
"Be thankful of me," Michelle said. "Bye, see you in Potions tomorrow."
"Yeah, bye," Ron said, turning and going back to the Grand Staircase to go back to his common room, no doubt.
Michelle shook her head and went to the portrait. "Snuggly-wuggly." At it's opening, Michelle went in and saw Pansy and Blaise sitting on the couch, passing back the latest edition of Witches Weekly between them. "Any hot wizards in there this week?" she asked, leaning on the back of the couch.
They turned around and looked at Michelle. Pansy looked between Michelle and Blaise before standing. She shoved the magazine into Blaise's hands. "Yeah, tons, I'll be back, got to visit the um, toilets," she said before rushing out of the common room.
"She really isn't the subtle when she wants something done," Michelle stated as she sat down beside Blaise.
Blaise smirked. "No, she isn't. She could've worn a sign that said: I'm trying to make you friends again, and we wouldn't have gotten the message as clearly as the one just given to us."
"Yeah, and look Blaise…"
"No, it's OK Michelle. I know Harry's a prat and tried breaking up with me, but I didn't listen. I just wanted him to be mine for a little longer."
"He does have that effect on girls. So I just wanted you to know, it wasn't personal."
"I know. Friends?" she asked, sticking her hand to Michelle.
"Friends," Michelle agreed, shaking the extended hand.
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"Harry, look at that hot girl over there by stairs," Draco said, nudging Harry's shoulder and nodding his head in the direction of a petite redhead.
"Who? Perks?" asked Harry, looking at the girl.
"Is that her name?"
"Yeah, well, actually it's Sally-Ann Perks."
"What else do you know about her?"
"She's a Hufflepuff and in her sixth yeah, but she used to be in our year."
"What do you mean used to be?"
"Well she was sorted before me in first year, and I guess she failed or something because she never wrote her exams with us in fifth year," Harry explained.
"I'll be back," Draco said, starting to walk away.
"Where you going?" asked Harry.
"I'm going to go ask her for a date."
Harry shook his head and followed Draco over to Perks.
"Hey Perks, is your father a baker because you sure have some fine buns," Draco said, calling over to the girl.
She flipped her hair and looked at Draco coolly. "No, he wasn't. He works at the Ministry, thank you for the compliment though Malfoy." She looked at Harry. "Hello Harry."
He nodded to Perks in reply while smirking at Draco, who was scowling.
"So Harry, are you and Granger together again?"
"No, we're just friends."
"I think that's amazing how you two put apart your differences and silly house rivalries to become friends. What do you say we do the same?" She smiled sweetly and started to lean into Harry, causing him to lean away.
"I say that we work on putting aside house rivalries for the next two years."
Perks' eyebrows knitted together. "But you'll be graduating this year."
"Yeah, and you won't. Bye," Harry said, turning on his heel and walking to the dungeon entrance.
Draco shook his head at the Hufflepuff. "Shame really, you wanting him." He soon followed Harry, leaving a confused Perks behind. Catching up to Harry, he slapped him on the back. "Why'd you turn her down? She wants to shag you! Couldn't you tell by her body language?"
"Yeah, I could tell, I just don't want her," Harry responded, shrugging.
"Right, I forgot, you're still lusting over Granger."
"So what if I am? Besides, it's just not that, I really just don't want to have another one-time thing with a girl I barely know."
"You're no fun anymore Potter."
"Oh boohoo, that makes my soul weep, it really does," Harry said, eyes in a pout like manner as they reached the portrait. "Snuggly-wuggly."
"Who comes up with the passwords?" asked Draco, looking disgusted as he went through the whole.
"Dumbly does," Harry replied, going and sitting on an armchair that was across from Blaise and Pansy. "Hey Pans, Blaise, where's Michelle?"
Draco took the armchair next to Harry as Pansy replied, "She's upstairs in her dorm, had to put her bag away."
"OK, thanks."
"What's in the bag Harry?" asked Blaise.
"Just some robes that I got for Michelle."
"But her robes are just fine, they're brand new even."
"Well these ones are better."
Pansy looked at Harry and tilted her head sideways. "Are they new for her because of her slight weight gain?"
Draco snickered into his hand.
"You could say that," Harry said, shrugging and smirking.
"Hey! I take offense to that!" exclaimed Michelle as she smacked the back of Harry's head because he could not see her when she came down the dorm stairs.
Harry looked up at her and grinned cheekily. He held the bag up. "I got you some robes."
Michelle's eyebrows knitted together as she took the bag and pulled out one of them to look at it. She looked at it more closely and her eyes widened in recognition. "These are those types of robes, aren't they?"
Harry nodded. "Very good 'Elle, you can speak so the rest of us can understand."
She stuck her tongue out at him.
"What are you on about?" asked Pansy, Blaise showing her confusion on her face.
Michelle looked between Harry and Draco, sighing. "Do you think they would be able to keep their mouths shut if I told them?"
Harry shrugged while Draco said, "They should be able to, have they told any of your other secrets?"
"Not recently. Fine, but you two can't tell anyone," Michelle told Pansy and Blaise. They nodded in agreement. "OK, I'm pregnant."
Pansy's jaw dropped while Blaise's eyes widened.
"How long?" asked Pansy.
"Four months, so that's why I'm starting to gain weight as you all so kindly put it, which is sort of fast, in my opinion," Michelle said shrugging.
"The Weasel is the father?" asked Blaise.
"Yes, the Weasel is the father, and that's why we gave each other the cold shoulder for the last few months, because he didn't want the kid in the beginning and now he does." She rolled her eyes.
"The prat," Pansy and Blaise said at the same time.
Michelle laughed. "Yeah, he is, but he's my prat."
"I thought you two were just friends," Harry stated.
"Yeah, just like you and Granger," Michelle replied, causing Draco to laugh.
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The next month went by slowly for the seventh years as the NEWTs exams came closer and closer.
Harry was sitting in the Heads common room, reading Quidditch Through the Ages for the millionth time since he received it while Michelle was at her regular check-up with Ron. When he was halfway through the book, Hermione yanked it from his hands, causing him to growl.
"I was reading that woman," he snarled.
"Yes, yes, I know, but you need to start studying for the exams, they are the last ones and the matter the most," Hermione replied, before snapping, "And don't call me woman."
"Sorry madam, don't get snippy. And who cares about the exams? I'll do just fine on them," Harry said, leaning back onto the couch.
"You say that now, but wait until you come to a question in, say, your Transfiguration exam that you don't know, and then you'll wish that you had studied." She placed her book bag on the table and started to remove parchment and ink from it.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm going to make some revision tables."
"Yeah…Have fun with that."
Hermione rolled her eyes as Harry picked his book back up. She was almost finished making the tables when Ron and Michelle walked in through the portrait.
"Oh, um, yeah, I got to go. See you later," Ron said, backing up slowly when he noticed what Hermione was doing.
Michelle looked at Ron oddly. "What are you doing Ron?"
"I've got to go, just remembered something," he said.
"Don't mind him Michelle, he knows that I'm making up my revision tables to study for the N.E.W.T.s, and he doesn't like it because I tend to get – what was the word Ronald?" asked Hermione from the table, looking at Ron.
"Freaky," he muttered.
"Oh! Revision tables!" exclaimed Michelle, running over to the table.
"She gets like this too?" asked Ron to Harry, looking at Michelle like she was a crazy animal exhibited in the zoo.
"Unfortunately…how do you think she managed to be up in the top with Hermione?" replied Harry casually. "Didn't she tell you?"
"No, but how do you stand it?"
"It's easy, I leave her alone while she makes the table and I show up when we're supposed to study and she'll leave me alone afterwards."
Michelle stuck her tongue out at Harry who smirked back. "Oh hush, you put up with it because you know I'll get bitchy if you don't…same goes with Draco."
"When will these boys learn that they need us?" asked Hermione, looking at Michelle, head titled.
"They won't learn that while we're still here, but when they go on to do whatever the bloody hell they're going to do in life, that's when they're sunk," Michelle replied with a knowing nod. "We need to start studying, normally I don't put things off this late, but with everything that's been going on, I've sort of forgotten."
"I know what you mean. I'm going to start my actual studying tomorrow. Would you like to join me?"
"Sure, and Harry will come to."
"Same with Ron don't worry."
"Only if Malfoy comes too," Harry said.
"Only if Neville comes too," Ron said at the same time as Harry.
The two girls laughed.
"Yes, you're friends will have to suffer with you as well," Michelle said, smirking.
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"You should tell Harry that you're friends with Seamus," Ron said to Michelle one day while they were leaving the library after one study session with Harry, Hermione, Neville, and Draco. The two latter names had rushed off right away, both freaked by their friends change in personalities.
"But I don't wanna!" whined Michelle.
"I heard him threatening Seamus one day just for bumping into him once, and Harry should know that he's your best friend."
Michelle started laughing.
"What's so funny?" asked Ron sternly.
"It's just, Seamus told me about that day, and he bumped into Harry on purpose so he could pick-pocket him," Michelle replied after she calmed down again.
"What?"
Michelle went into her robes and retrieved a little pouch. "Seamus gave it to me, and I know it is Harry's because it's got the initials HP on it, which I had done to it. He had wanted to prove to me that he was an excellent thief. Goes to show you that Harry isn't all too bright, now doesn't it?"
Ron shook his head, chuckling. "I say you go return it now and tell Harry how you got it."
"Oh fine, but if I'm dead – which means your child will die – it's your fault," Michelle said, giving him a pointed look before turning around to go back to the library.
"I'll come to the funeral!" Ron called after her as he leaned against the wall.
Michelle shook her head as she entered through the library doors once more. She headed to the back of the library where they had taken residence at one of the tables. But before she could reach it, Michelle looked down one of the shelving of books and saw Harry push Hermione up against one of the shelves before crushing his lips with hers. Looking disgusted and wanting to laugh at the same time, Michelle backed away out of the library before sprinting back to where Ron was.
"You tell him?" he asked, pushing himself off the wall.
Michelle did not answer as she hooked her arm with his. "Come on, I'll let you walk me to my common room."
"But what about –"
"I'll tell him later, now drop it."
And Ron did, knowing better then trying to push Michelle's buttons. Walking down the corridors, Ron looked down at Michelle and smiled, which she did not notice. "What do you want the baby to be?"
"Healthy," Michelle responded.
"What a lovely baby name," Ron said sarcastically.
Michelle smacked him. "I want the baby to be healthy, I don't care what gender it is."
"OK, me as well, but what about names for the baby?" he asked.
"I've still got four months to go; I'll worry about names a month before and not a minute sooner.
Ron nodded. "Seems fair enough."
"It is, and don't worry, I'll run names by you beforehand."
"Thanks for taking me into consideration."
"You're welcome," Michelle said, pecking his lips for a second or two. "Well here's my common room."
Ron nodded dumbly as Michelle walked down the dungeon a bit more before she disappeared.
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"Wow."
"Yeah."
"That was like the most heated kiss we ever had!" exclaimed Hermione as she looked into Harry's eyes.
"Yeah," Harry repeated. "So where does that leave us?"
"I don't know."
"Well I don't think we can take our friendship much further, do you?"
"No, I'll have to agree with you on that, especially after that."
"So Ms Granger, will be my girlfriend again?" asked Harry, grinning.
"Hmm…I don't know…there was this other guy that wants me and I still haven't answered him," Hermione said, smirking and playing with the tie on Harry's robes.
Harry raised an eyebrow and pinned Hermione against the bookshelf again. "Can he make you feel weak in the knees after a kiss?" Before she could reply, Harry kissed her once more.
When they pulled back, Hermione wobbled a bit. "No, he can't do that. So I guess I would love to be your girlfriend again. Seeing as I have no other choice…"
Harry rolled his eyes before kissing her more subtly.
A/N: Ok, um, I figure I have one more chapter before this is done. Please Review!