The Potter Twins
Disclaimer: Sadly, I only own Michelle Potter and the plot.
A/N: So it has been forever since I updated this, so I apologize. Anyways, after this chapter, all that is left is the Epilogue. As always, please read and review!
-Chapter 15-Home
"Hey Pansy, can you pass me that pink shirt?" asked Michelle, pointing to a shirt that was draped on the dorms' door doorknob.
Pansy grabbed the shirt and flung it at Michelle. "There you go, princess."
Michelle stuck her tongue out at Pansy. "I would have gotten it myself, but I've sort of barricaded myself to this spot." She gestured to the mounds of clothes and books that surrounded her.
The girls laughed.
"How could you bring so much clothing with you Michelle? There isn't enough time to wear it all," Blaise commented, shoving a book into her own trunk. "That has to be your whole wardrobe."
Michelle shrugged. "Pretty much; I only left a few articles of clothing at my flat."
"Crazy girl," Blaise said, shaking her head. She sighed. "It feels weird, packing up for the last time."
Pansy nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, it means so much to all of us," Michelle said.
"At least there'll be no more Dumbledore," Pansy remarked.
"And no more exams; we won't even have to think about them until we get our N.E.W.T.s scores back," Blaise added.
Grinning, Michelle shoved the last of her clothes into her trunk before looking at her books, groaning slightly. "What do you two think you'll be when you're out of here?"
"I want to become a writer for Witch Weekly or something," Pansy said after a moment. "Or anything that includes fame."
Blaise and Michelle snickered at their friend's answer. Michelle looked at Blaise expectantly.
"I want to be an Unspeakable."
Michelle raised an eyebrow at Blaise's comment, while Pansy's jaw dropped.
"Why would you want to be one of those?" asked Pansy, regaining her composition.
Blaise shrugged. "It seems like it'd be a cool job. Don't question me, Ms Parkinson. What about you Michelle?"
"Well I'm not really going to be thinking about working for a while because I want to give my full attention to my baby. Once it's not as dependant on me, I think I want to be a Healer or something; something productive, if I do work."
"I still can't believe you're pregnant."
"You've known for a month and a half! Get used to it."
"Oh, I can believe you're pregnant, I just can't believe you let the Weasel touch you," Pansy said, closing her trunk.
Michelle frowned and chucked her pillow at Pansy before laughing with her friends.
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"It's so depressing having to pack up," Hermione stated, folding one of her school shirts.
Harry wrapped his arms around Hermione's waist from behind and kissed her cheek. "I know, I don't want to leave, this is too much of my home. I just have to break in my new home soon."
Hermione looked at him sideways. "I don't want tomorrow to come." She leaned back into Harry's chest.
"You might change your opinion when we actually leave because you'll remember that you won't have to see Snape's greasy self everyday."
Hermione smirked. "That's one thing I'm grateful for…but I'm worried about us for when we're out of here…I mean, are we going to see each other that often when we go our separate ways?"
Harry let go of Hermione, turned to go sit on the bed and ran a hand through his hair. He motioned for Hermione to sit next to him, which she did, and he took her hand in both of his. "Look, don't worry about us. I'll visit you during the day a lot, you saw me when I was with Ginny."
"Yes I did, but you also broke up with her shortly into the holidays. Is that going to happen with us so shortly after we got back together?" asked Hermione, her eyes pleading with Harry silently.
He brought up Hermione's hand to his lips and kissed it. "Hermione, don't worry your pretty little head about it. Unless…I know, it's because exams are over and you need something else to concentrate on."
Hermione looked shocked. "No! I just don't think many relationships last long after couples are done school – especially in the Muggle world."
"Well we aren't in the Muggle world sweetie."
"I know; I'm just over-analyzing things."
"Damn straight you are Hermione."
"So you promise that we'll see each other a lot when we leave here?"
"I promise…unless you move over seas or something, then I can't," Harry said, grinning.
"I won't, don't you worry," Hermione said, smiling slightly before she kissed Harry. "You're going to have to find out where my parents live, won't you?"
"Yes, or I can just come with you tomorrow when you go home."
"What? No! That's insane; I can just tell you on the train." She shook her brown locks as she stared at Harry.
"But that's just it, I won't have to take the train tomorrow, my flat isn't that far away."
"Oh…well I'm sorry, but I can't just have you come home with me tomorrow, I don't think my parents would like for me to bring a stow-away," replied Hermione, laughing quietly.
"Why don't you come home with me then and be my stow-away? I can hide you in my room and no one will know," Harry said, and before Hermione could respond, kissed her.
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"Remind me why we have to take the train when our flat isn't that far from the school," Draco grumbled as he loaded his trunk into the compartment that he, Harry, Michelle, Hermione and Ron were sharing. Pansy, Blaise, Crabbe, Goyle and Thomas Nott decided to get one on their own, same with Neville and the other graduating Gryffindors.
"It's so we can spend some more time with these losers before we all go our separate ways," Michelle replied, sitting on the seat next to Ron.
Draco sat on the other side of her as he sighed. "That's idiotic."
Michelle punched him softly. "Whatever Draco…why don't you just go ask Morag MacDougal out, we know you want to."
"Morag MacDougal? Seriously Malfoy, you want that tiny Ravenclaw?" asked Harry, clearly shocked at his friend's choice in girls.
"Michelle! I do not want MacDougal!" exclaimed Draco.
"Mhmm, sure, so that's why you were moaning her name when I went to wake you this morning," Michelle said, crossing her arms over her chest as she leant back into the seat.
"You give him wake-up calls?" asked Ron, looking at Michelle, scandalized.
"Only at the end of term…otherwise I don't and he's up before me. But when we have to take the train…he just decides he needs his beauty sleep," Michelle replied coolly, examining her nails. She looked up at Draco. "Just go ask her out, you dolt. Or I'll do it for you."
"Fine; I'll go!" exclaimed Draco, throwing his arms up into the air in frustration as he stood up, leaving the compartment in a huff.
"I hope he doesn't go to her compartment in that type of mood, she'll never go out with him then."
"You're very good at that," Hermione commented.
"Good at what?" asked Michelle innocently.
"Manipulating people," Hermione replied.
"I know. That's how I get what I want," Michelle smiled wickedly.
Just then, the compartment door slid open revealing the Gryffindor seventh years.
"Oh dear, she's up to something horrible," remarked Lavender to Parvati.
"Ah, it's the Gryffindorks! How nice of you to join us," Harry commented, earning an elbow to the ribs by Hermione. "Owe, watch where you put that thing Granger."
Hermione stuck her tongue out at Harry.
"Hey guys," Ron said, grinning at his fellow soon-to-be ex-Gryffindors. "Come in for a bit."
Lavender and Parvati looked apprehensively at Michelle, who leaned back in her seat.
"I won't bite," she stated before adding, "hard." Upon seeing the girls scared faces, she shook her head. "You two are so gullible. I'm joking, Ron wants you all in here, so get in here."
"Um, it seems to be a crowd, we'll leave," Lavender said, grabbing Parvati's arm.
"Yeah, we'll let you guys hang out with Ron and Hermione. And it's not because we're scared of you Michelle," Parvati added.
Ron laughed. "Alright girls, bye."
The two Gryffindor girls waved before they left the group of Slytherins and Gryfindors.
"So what brings you by?" asked Hermione, addressing Dean, Seamus, and Neville.
"Neville was getting restless without you two," Seamus stated, sitting next to Michelle in Draco's previously empty seat, getting comfortable by stretching out.
"I was not!" Neville huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.
Ron and Hermione laughed slightly before Hermione made Harry scoot over to the end of the bench, her going with him so Neville could sit beside her.
"So Harry, ever get your money pouch back? I saw a notice for it on the boards last week," Ron commented, growing restless of the silence and wanting Harry to know about Michelle and Seamus.
"No I didn't, unfortunately," Harry replied.
Seamus looked at Michelle, obviously confused, drawing attention to himself from everyone in the little space. "I thought you gave it back to him," he whispered furiously to Michelle.
"You took it Finnigan?" asked Harry, leaning forward in his seat threatening.
"Yeah, but I gave it to Michelle to give it to you almost a month ago."
"Michelle?" asked Harry warningly.
Michelle rolled her eyes while nobody watched Dean slip out of the compartment, wanting to get away from whatever was about to transpire. "Yes Harry?"
"Want to tell me why you didn't give me my money pouch and how Finnigan ended up with it?"
"He pick-pocketed you and I didn't give it back because when I felt like giving it back, you were snogging Granger like there was no tomorrow."
"And why would he even bother giving you the bag when you two have barely said five words to each other in the seven years we attended Hogwarts together?" asked Harry, not listening to Hermione's displeasure of getting called Granger again.
"Because we're best friends!" exclaimed Michelle.
Harry did not reply, the other four occupants looking back and forth between the twins like it was an intense tennis match. "How long have you two been friends?" he asked quietly.
Michelle bit her lip, knowing Harry was already really angry with her by being quiet, so she tried to sound casual by her answer of, "Since we were eleven and met on the train."
This caused Harry's face to turn red in anger and Michelle winced before he even started his ranting and raving. "You've been friends with this Gryffindork for seven years and just neglected to tell me? I thought we were supposed to tell each other that sort of stuff. Damn it Elle! What else are you keeping from me? Do you have any more secret Gryffindor friends? Or maybe you have a whole separate family in the Muggle world?"
"Don't be ridiculous Harry, you're my only living family – other then the Dursleys but they don't count – and I promise I didn't go find a new one when you had your back turned on me one summer. So you know what, you should accept the fact that Seamus and I are friends, just like I accepted the fact that Hermione was going to move into the flat this summer," Michelle replied, not raising to Harry's goading, simply lifting her eyebrow at him.
Harry's jaw dropped. "How'd you know about that? Never mind…Hermione moving in with us is totally different then Seamus being your friend. We were going to tell you sometime during this train ride, not seven years later."
"Fine Harry, you want to be that way, you can go fuck off. And I think I'll move out because I sure don't want to raise a child in an environment filled with you and Granger all over each other while you and Draco criticize me for being friends with someone you disapprove of."
Harry did not answer as Hermione, Neville, Ron, and Seamus looked at each other worriedly.
Grabbing Michelle's hand, Seamus said, "Michelle, you can move in with me."
"Are you still going to be living with your crazy mother?" asked Michelle, eyeing him suspiciously.
Seamus grinned. "No, I have my own place."
"Hmm, so no crazy mother and I'll get you all to myself," Michelle said, tapping her chin in thought. "Well it seems like a win-win situation, I think I'll take you up on your offer." She stuck her free hand out to Seamus.
Grinning, Seamus took her hand, shook it and kissed it before letting go.
"So how, um, were you two able to keep this a secret for so long?" asked Hermione.
"That's our little secret, we'd rather not tell you," Michelle replied, smiling sweetly.
Just then, Draco appeared back in the compartment. "She said yes!"
"So you were able to change your mood before you appeared at her compartment?" asked Michelle, looking up at Draco.
"Of course," Draco said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. He looked down at Seamus. "Finnigan, get out of my seat."
"I don't see your name on it," Seamus replied, throwing an arm over Michelle's shoulders.
Draco looked to Harry for support. "Get your arm off of her!"
"Cool it Malfoy, they're friends," Ron stated before Draco could get worked up.
"What? Since when?" asked Draco, looking between Michelle, Harry and Seamus.
Ron then proceeded to tell Draco all that Michelle had just told everyone, including how she was moving out.
"Michelle, how could you do that? How could you leave me alone with Potter and Granger?" exclaimed Draco before he rounded on Harry. "And you, how could allow her to move out?"
"It's her life, she can do whatever the hell she pleases," Harry responded.
"Yeah, but she's your sister, how can you just hand her over to Finnigan so easily?"
"Hello? Right here, no need to talk of me like I'm a piece of property," Michelle commented dryly. "And I'm sorry Draco, but I just can't live with him – or I should say, them. He just can't understand what my friendship to Seamus means, which I'm also sorry about for not telling you about either. But I knew the both of you would freak out on me for being a friend with a Gryffindor before this year, especially one that had a mother willing to take her son out of Hogwarts because of us."
"I talked her out of it," mumbled Seamus.
"Yeah, I know you did Sea, but guys, can't we just drop it, please? I'm going to move out, and frankly, I don't bloody care what you think of me and my friendship with Seamus," Michelle said, crossing her arms over her chest.
"I told you I don't care if you do," Harry said.
"Come on Michelle! Are you really so cold-hearted as to leave me alone with Potter and Granger?" asked Draco, taking Michelle's hand in his and looking at her with pleading eyes.
Michelle hit Draco's face gently twice before looking at him with hard eyes. "Yes, I am."
Draco's jaw dropped in shock as he stared at Michelle. "You are so cruel. After all I've done for you every summer, and this is how you repay me? How wonderful!"
"Oh calm down Malfoy. It's not like she's going to another planet. Just my flat," Seamus said, leaning forward onto his knees.
"You be quiet. You're the reason she's acting this way." Draco pointed his wand at Seamus in a threatening way.
"Put that down, you could poke somebody's eyes out," Harry said lazily.
"Shut up Potter," Draco scowled, putting his wand away into his pocket, still glaring at Seamus.
"I think you should leave Seamus before Draco over there burns a whole into your head," Michelle said, nudging Seamus' arm.
He laughed. "Alright, I'll see you when we pull into Kings Cross." Seamus patted Michelle's knee before leaving.
The compartment was silent for about an hour with nobody looking at each other – both Hermione and Michelle had pulled out a book, Harry and Draco looked out the window while Ron and Neville just stared at their hands. Hermione snapped shut her book.
"The silence is getting to me!" she exclaimed, causing everyone to look at her. "I'm sorry, but I'm used to noise, even when I want it to be this silent, it never is! Somebody is always talking or just being loud, so somebody be loud for Merlin's sake!"
"Whoa, Hermione," Ron just said, flabbergasted by his best friend's outburst, Neville showing the same thoughts on his face.
Hermione blushed. "Sorry, it's just I'm used to the two of you always being so noisy. I'd even enjoy it if Harry, Michelle, and Draco just started insulting us like the good old days."
"Bloody hell Hermione, listen to yourself! You wish that we weren't on good terms with the infamous Slytherin trio?" asked Ron, wide eyed.
"That's not what I meant, and you know it."
"Good, because here I thought you were going to say that's your way of breaking up with me and not moving into the flat," Harry said.
"No silly."
"That's a bloody shame," Michelle muttered under her breath. Draco smirked and Ron shook his head because they could only hear her since they were seated beside her.
"What was that Michelle?" asked Harry, glancing at his twin.
"Nothing at all Harry dearest," she replied, slightly rolling her eyes. Michelle glanced around the compartment. "Ugh, Longbottom, that toad of yours is trying to escape through the door."
"How is that thing still alive?" asked Draco in slight disgust.
"When he isn't running away, I take really good care of him," Neville said, scooping the toad up.
Hermione quickly cast a silencing spell around Neville without him noticing while he was busy sticking Trevor into his pocket. "Ron and I have actually replaced Trevor like four times since we started here."
"We just couldn't tell the poor bloke that his toad died, so we replaced him and do so every time we see a dead toad. We just haven't been able to stop the habit," Ron added.
"Your secret is safe with us," Michelle said, grinning while glaring at her two Slytherin companions, making sure they would not tell Neville.
"Don't look at us like that, we won't tell," Draco said, glaring right back at Michelle. "Unless, you know, we start up the Gryffindor-Slytherin feud again."
"Which we aren't," Harry said, taking the spell off of Neville.
"You aren't what?" asked Neville, obviously hearing the tale end of the conversation.
"We aren't undercover Death Eaters," Michelle said casually.
Neville's eyes grew as he looked at her. "What?"
Michelle just shook her head, not answering the boy, leaving him to be thoroughly confused.
Ron looked around before pulling out his deck of cards and asking, "Anyone up for a game of Exploding Snap?"
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"So what did you think of our last train ride from Hogwarts?" asked Draco, slinging an arm over Michelle's shoulders.
"Never mention it again, and you can keep your arm in tact," Michelle said, smiling at Draco rather sweetly.
"That's awfully nice of you," he replied, getting her head in a quick headlock before Michelle elbowed him.
"I feel like I should be jealous," Ron commented.
"Why, it's not like we're together," Michelle stated.
"Which is why I should be jealous," Ron said, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Look, I'll owl you or something in a few days. And remember, I want to go with you to those baby appointment things." He looked at Neville. "Come on Nev, let's go look for Ginny so we can leave."
"He's a little grumpy, isn't he?"
"Mhmm," Hermione replied, waving at a couple several feet away. She tugged on Harry's hand. "Come on, I want my parents to meet the guy that's taking me away from their company."
"I thought you didn't want me to meet your parents yet," Harry said, but Hermione only ignored him, squeezing his hand instead. As Hermione started to drag Harry over to her parents, Harry looked over his shoulder. "Help me!"
"Sorry bro, you're on your own," Michelle said, waving.
"How nice are they?" asked Harry to Hermione sarcastically.
"Oh come on, it won't be that bad, just introduce yourself and don't act yourself. Act like you'd think they would want you to act," Hermione said.
"And how would they want me to act?"
"Like someone that isn't you."
"That's reassuring," Harry mumbled under his breathe.
"Mum, Daddy!" Hermione exclaimed, hugging her parents, causing her to let go of Harry's hand in the process.
As Hermione's parents greeted their daughter, Harry stood by idly, feeling awkward.
"And who's this?" asked Mrs. Granger. "He sure isn't Ron or Neville."
"No ma'am, I'm Harry Potter," Harry replied, shaking Mrs. Granger's then Mr. Granger's hands.
"Potter – as in the Potter that's annoyed Hermione to no extent for the past seven years?" asked Mr. Granger.
"Six Daddy, and we're OK now, he's actually my boyfriend," Hermione said, smiling and grabbing Harry's hand once more.
"What?" exclaimed Mr. and Mrs. Granger at the same time.
"Oh don't act so surprised, in one of my letters, I told you I'd be sharing the Heads quarters with him, and I also told you later on that we were on good terms – even dating."
"But I thought you said you two broke up," Mrs. Granger said, obviously confused.
"We did Mrs. Granger, but I realized your daughter was too important to not be in my life anymore," Harry said, speaking up.
Mr. Granger looked at Harry skeptically while Hermione smiled at him.
"Anyways, Mum, Dad, I'm moving in with Harry and his friend Draco."
"What?" exclaimed Mr. and Mrs. Granger together once more.
"Hermione, are you trying to give me a heart attack?" asked Mr. Granger.
"No, Daddy, we just really want to do this. Harry's sister was originally supposed to be living with us also, but she's decided she is going to move into a different flat because…" Hermione trailed off, wondering if she should tell her parents it was because Michelle was none too thrilled about her moving in with Harry.
"Because she is wanting to venture out on her own – we've always been together because we're all each other has, but she wants to find out who she is without her twin," Harry said, coming to Hermione's rescue.
"Oh yes, your parents died when you were young right, leaving you to your aunt and uncle?" asked Mr. Granger.
Harry forced a small smile. "Yes sir."
"That's right, Hermione mentioned you and your sister before she even went to Hogwarts – how you defeated one of the darkest wizards of all time when you were just a baby, your sister right by your side. It was in one of her new books, and she just went on and on about the two of you," Mrs. Granger. "She talked about you so much, that I thought you were her first crush and I had hoped she'd meet you and your sister at Hogwarts."
"Mother!" exclaimed Hermione.
"First crush, eh? Too bad I hadn't stayed with Weasley, we might've hooked up sooner," Harry said, bumping elbows with Hermione.
Hermione glared at him, rolling her eyes. "Can we go home; I want to get my things."
"Is Harry coming with us?" asked Mr. Granger.
"Yes I am. I'll help her with her stuff," Harry answered like a dutiful boyfriend. "But I just have to go tell Michelle and Draco."
Hermione nodded, signaling they would wait.
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"Seamus!" called Michelle, seeing her sandy-haired friend.
"Hey Michelle, Malfoy," Seamus said, walking over to the two. "Michelle, we're going to have to hold off on you moving in for just a bit."
"What? Why?" asked Michelle, clearly frustrated.
"Because he doesn't want you," Draco answered, earning him a punch in the shoulder.
"No, I just have to rearrange some stuff to make room for you. It should only take me all of tomorrow and then you can move in tomorrow night."
"Oh, that's fine. I'm going to have to pack anyways."
"OK, so I'll owl you, alright?"
Michelle nodded, "OK. Talk to you later."
"Bye," Seamus said, kissing her cheek.
"Don't say a word," Michelle warned Draco who looked like he had applied a tomato to his face he was trying not to laugh so hard.
"Looks like you're stuck with us for a night."
"Looks like you get to help a pregnant woman pack all her shit up."
"Damn it!" exclaimed Draco, snapping his fingers.
Just then, Harry walked over to them. "Hey guys, you can leave. I'm going with Hermione to her parents place to help her pack."
"Now you tell us!" exclaimed Michelle, throwing her hands up in frustration.
"Sorry m'dear. I'll see you at the flat," Harry said, kissing the top of her head.
"How come I don't get any kisses?" asked Draco, visibly pouting.
"Do you really want to kiss another bloke?" asked Michelle right back, raising an eyebrow at her friend.
"No! I just wish someone would kiss me whenever they'd leave."
"Well here you go," Michelle said before kissing Draco's lips and quickly leaving the station to ride the Knight Bus before Draco came to.
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"You really didn't have to come home with me; it's only taken me two minutes to pack everything that I want to take," Hermione said as Harry shrunk her trunk.
"You don't know the location of the flat," Harry said logically.
Hermione rolled her eyes as she pocketed her mini trunk. "Should we stay for dinner? My mum said she could make us her famous Italian dish."
"Oh, sure, why not; I'm sure Draco can manage on his own."
"Alright, I'll go tell Mum," Hermione said, making her way to the door.
"Wait, Hermione," Harry called after her, causing her to spin around and face him. "Are you set up with the Floo Network?"
"Um, no, why?" asked Hermione.
"I figured I should let Draco know we won't be back until later, maybe drop your stuff off."
"Oh, I guess he's going to have live without knowing that we aren't going to be there for whatever contraption of a dinner he wipes up."
Harry smiled and shook his head as his girlfriend went downstairs to tell her mother that they would be staying for dinner. Giving the room one last look-over, Harry Disapparated just as Hermione walked into the room.
"Harry!" she shouted, but it was too late.
Harry Apparated into his flat's tiny kitchen and called, "Draco!"
"What? You don't like bellowing for me anymore?" asked Michelle, leaning against the doorframe.
"Oh, you're still here? I thought you'd be all cozy in Finnigan's little flat right about now."
"Not until tomorrow, you get to put up with me for another night."
"In that case, I shall remember to bellow for you, because we both know that that's my favourite thing to do," Harry said grinning.
"I know," Michelle replied as Draco walked up from behind her.
"Where's Granger?" asked Draco, noticing the brunette was not present.
"Hermione is still at her parents' house; I just came back to tell you we're having dinner there, so don't worry about us for food," Harry stated.
"Now we can have that little romantic dinner we were wanting!" Michelle said, playing with the front of Draco's shirt, while winking at him with her back to Harry.
"Oh yeah, with those candles I purchased while still in London," Draco said, playing along with Michelle.
"I was thinking we might use those candles later, with that whipped cream and…" Michelle started before Harry interrupted her.
"Nice try guys, I know you're just trying to creep me out – it's not going to work because I know you two aren't together," Harry said, shaking his head.
"How do you know we haven't pretended our break-up this whole time and now that we're out of school, we can finally be truly together?" asked Michelle, folding her arms over her chest.
"Because Draco just asked out a girl on the train, and he's seen many girls since your break up, smart one," Harry replied, tapping Michelle's nose with his finger before Disapparating.
"Sorry that didn't work, you know how much I need to always ask someone out," Draco said, patting Michelle's shoulder as he walked past her.
"To make up for your evil horny ways, I say you cook dinner," called Michelle after Draco.
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"Thank you for dinner Mrs. Granger, it was wonderful," Harry said, grinning as he and Hermione stood in the doorway of the Granger household. They were going to go down the alley to Apparate back to the flat.
"You're very welcome Harry, and I have to say thank you for washing the dishes, even if we do have a working dishwasher," Mrs. Granger replied, raising an eyebrow.
"Well one of my slogans when it comes to cleaning is, 'Why leave things laying around until you absolutely have to do something when you get just get it done and over with'," Harry explained logically, knowing it would not be a good idea to tell them that he actually just interpreted that from one of the times Uncle Vernon threatened him to do the dishes.
"Those are some wise words Harry," Mr. Granger stated, clapping Harry's shoulder.
"That means he likes you," Hermione whispered rather loudly.
"I do, which means, if you break her heart again Potter, I'll break you."
"Point taken, sir," Harry said, grabbing Hermione's hand. "Shall we go?"
"Yeah," Hermione replied, smiling. "Thanks Mum, Daddy. I'll talk to you by the end of the week."
"Thank you again, it was nice meeting you," Harry said, leading Hermione out the door.
"You too, Harry. You two come by anytime," Mrs. Granger called after her daughter and boyfriend while Mr. Granger waved them off.
"Well that wasn't so bad," Hermione told Harry as they walked down the dimly lit street.
"Are you kidding? Your dad was giving me the evil eye all night!" Harry exclaimed.
"Well you had been trying to play footsies with me all night."
"And he would know I was how?"
"You accidentally kicked him in the shin once," Hermione admitted, trying not to laugh.
"What?" asked Harry. "I did?"
"Yes, I heard him telling Mum about when we were in the kitchen."
"Oh, so you're an eavesdropper Ms. Granger?" asked Harry, raising an eyebrow at her.
"Oh shush you, take us to your flat," Hermione replied, pushing Harry.
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Michelle had just finished putting away the dishes from the dinner Draco had made when a tawny owl fluttered in through the window. She went over to the owl, who was currently trying to run away from her. "Come here you stupid thing, I just want to take the letter off your leg."
The owl hooted hotly at her and flew from the kitchen.
"Draco, I think there's an owl looking for you!" called Michelle.
"Yeah, it found me," Draco called back from inside the main room.
Michelle exited the kitchen and leaned on the back of the couch that Draco was sitting on. "Who's it from?"
"Morag, she says she saw us at the station and doesn't think it's such a good idea that we see each other on Saturday like planned," Draco said, putting the letter down.
"Oh Draco, I'm so sorry! It's because of me," Michelle exclaimed, rushing to the other side of the couch so she could sit next to her best friend.
"Don't worry about it," Draco replied, standing from the couch.
"No, it's not! I knew you had your eye on her for a while, and I totally screwed that up for you!" Michelle cried, putting her head in her hands.
Draco was about to comfort her by telling her it was not her fault at all when Harry and Hermione Apparated in between the two. Harry immediately sat beside his sister, wrapping his arms around her, earlier conflicts forgotten.
"What did you do to her Malfoy?" demanded Harry, glaring at Draco as Michelle was in full-blown tears.
"I didn't do anything! She accused herself of being the reason why MacDougal bailed on our date for next weekend. I was just about to tell her she wasn't when you two got here!" defended Draco.
"But we - sob - know I was," Michelle said, looking at him through tear rimmed eyes.
"OK, Michelle, you are the reason," Draco agreed, causing Michelle to wail and bury her face into Harry's shoulder.
"Draco!" scolded Hermione and Harry at the same time.
"But you see, you just ended the relationship before it could crash and burn on its own, so I thank you."
Michelle sniffed one last time, wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, and looked at Draco. "I'm sorry, I really am. Not just for ending your MacDougal relationship, but for breaking down like this. I really hate these hormones and I'm really going to hate it if this kid cries as much as I've been doing the past little while."
"Which is why I'm glad you're living with Finnigan when it is born," Draco said, sitting on the other side of Michelle.
"Aren't we all?" asked Harry, earning a nudge from Michelle.
"I actually think it would be a better idea if she stayed here," Hermione stated, sitting on the coffee table. The three ex-Slytherins all looked at her. "I mean, think about it Michelle, if you stayed here, you'd have six extra hands, instead of only two."
"As good as that sounds, I think I'll stay with Seamus, thank you," Michelle said, crossing her arms over her chest.
"No more talk of Finnigan or tomorrow, OK?" asked Harry, just as Pig flew to Hermione, the only one in the room who recognized the little owl.
"Michelle, this is from Ron," Hermione said, handing Michelle the letter and leaving the room with Pig, probably to give him an owl treat.
Michelle opened the letter and silently read it as Harry and Draco looked at her from either side of her. "Well I've got to go." She abruptly got up, causing Harry, who had currently had an arm around her to slightly fall.
"Why?" asked Draco, who was pushing Harry onto the ground.
"Ron apparently needs help with his parents accepting the fact that's we aren't getting married. Where's the Floo Powder?" asked Michelle, running a hand through her auburn hair.
"Right next to that picture on the mantel," Harry said, pointing from the ground before getting up and punching Draco on the shoulder.
Michelle nodded and walked over to the fireplace, grabbing the pouch of Floo was that was resting next to a picture of Draco, Michelle, and Harry sitting near the Great Lake. "I'll be back."
And before Harry and Draco knew it, Michelle was engulfed in the green flames and Hermione remerged from the kitchen.
"Where'd she go?" asked Hermione, indicating the fireplace that was just settling.
"Apparently the leaders of the Weasels are unhappy with Michelle and Ron not marrying and now that we're out of school, they can pester the both of them," Harry stated.
"Oh, well, Mrs. Weasley can be rather endearing when it comes to her children. She won't be back for a while; especially if Mrs. Weasley digs her heels into the issue."
"That's reassuring," Draco mumbled.
Hermione just looked at Draco skeptically before looking at Harry. "So where am I bunking?"
"Depends; do you want your own room?" replied Harry.
"Hmm, not really," Hermione said, grinning and shaking her head.
"Alright then, you're bunking with me. Let's go make some room for you," Harry said, grabbing Hermione's hand.
"Merlin, go get a room," Draco said, disgusted as he watched Harry and Hermione look at each other like he was not even in the room.
"We will, don't worry," Harry said, pulling Hermione from the room.
"Oh Merlin, you just had to leave me alone with them, didn't you Michelle?" Draco mumbled to himself as he turned on the Wizarding Wireless that was lying on the table.
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"Michelle, this is my mum, and you already know my dad," Ron said, holding Michelle's hand as he introduced her to his parents in the kitchen.
"What is she doing here?" snarled Ginny who had just walked into the kitchen and spotted Michelle.
"We asked Ron to have her come over here so we could talk to them about what they're going to do about their baby and why they're not marrying," Mrs. Weasley stated.
"She jumps right to the point, doesn't she?" whispered Michelle to Ron.
"When it's something important to her," Ron whispered back.
"Ah, well, I say Michelle gives the baby over to Ron and gives him full custody so we won't have to see her, ever, again," Ginny said, smiling rather sweetly.
"Even if I did – which I'm not- you'd still see me considering Harry and Hermione are very close and you lot are all close to Hermione," Michelle said, smiling right back at Ginny.
"Ginny, leave, please. We want to talk to your brother and um, Michelle alone," Mr. Weasley said, taking his daughter by the shoulders and nudging her out of the room.
"So you two, have you thought about what you're going to do, at all?" asked Mrs. Weasley, staring at the two teens.
"Yes Mrs. Weasley, we have thought about what we're going to do about this baby. We're not completely irresponsible," Michelle replied, causing the older Weasleys to look at her pointedly. "I mean, we're some what responsible about what we want to do with this baby."
"Then what exactly do you have in mind?"
"Michelle's actually going to live with Seamus at his flat, I'm going to go with her to her Healer appointments, and then when the baby's born, I'll help her as much as I can," Ron cut in.
"So you really aren't living together?" asked Mr. Weasley, the two being interrogated shaking their heads. "What about actually being together like a couple, and getting married so this baby has a proper family?"
Michelle started laughing. "Sorry, but no; we decided we're not going to go down that road. Your son made that decision when he said he didn't want this baby when he first found out. Sure, he came around, which I am glad for, but I just can't be with him." Michelle clasped her hands together. "So now that we've got that all cleared up, may I go please?"
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley looked dumbfounded as Michelle and Ron walked out of the kitchen.
"So you completely made them speechless, which barely ever happens. Please, marry me, despite you totally making my parents think I'm an arse, I love you," Ron said, grabbing Michelle's hand.
"No, Ron, we've talked about this. And just because I can make your parents shut their traps while embarrassing you, does not, by any means, make it so we should be together."
"Oh alright; so when are you going to move into Seamus' flat?"
"Tomorrow night," Michelle replied.
"OK, I might drop by sometime then," Ron said, stuffing his hands into his pocket.
"Alright, see you tomorrow," Michelle said, pecking Ron's cheek before using his Floo.
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"Thanks you guys, for helping move in here, despite your obvious dislike for the idea," Michelle said, hugging Harry and then Draco.
"We know you want this, for unknown reasons, so we'll be there for you, know that," Harry said, rubbing Michelle's head.
"Watch the hair there buddy," Michelle said, removing Harry's hand from her head.
"So I guess this is the end of our Slytherin reign together," Draco remarked, sitting on Michelle's previously set up bed.
"Draco, our reign ended when Harry got all gaga over Hermione," Michelle replied, her tone playful as she sat next to Draco and patted his knee. She leaned into him. "But think, once my baby is born, he or she can take Harry's place and we can continue our reign."
"I always knew there was a reason why I liked this baby, and think, with your genes, it should be one good looking baby. Then again, you do share the same ones as Harry, and look at him."
Michelle started laughing with Draco while Harry just stood there, leaning on Michelle's dresser.
"Hah-hah guys, very funny, just remember though, it also has the Weasel genes," Harry pointed out, causing Michelle to mock cry and Draco comfort her.
"My poor baby!" exclaimed Michelle.
"You know, I don't think I'll be able to help you with it, just because of how it will look," Draco said, shaking his head.
Just then, when the three teens were busy laughing, Ron walked into the room. "What's so funny?" he asked, causing them to burst out laughing even more.
"Nothing at all, Ron," Michelle responded, being the first to recover from laughing. "So how may we help you?"
"Seamus just wanted to know if Harry and Draco wanted to stay for dinner, he, Hermione and I just made some," Ron said, pointing at the door with his thumb.
"Should we be worried about accepting food from three beings that used to loathe us?" asked Draco, looking at Harry then Michelle.
"Hopefully we shouldn't be, because think about it, Hermione says she loves me, Ron is the father of the baby in Michelle, and Seamus is supposedly Michelle's other best friend," Harry logically said.
"Which leaves me to be the target," Draco said, getting off the bed.
"Oh stop being so ridiculous you three, we didn't do anything to the food," Ron exclaimed, leaving the room.
"Shall we go down?" asked Harry, holding his arm out to Michelle.
Draco and Michelle nodded, Michelle taking the arm extended for her and grabbing Draco's hand. The three walked down the hall, Harry and Michelle up front, Draco trailing behind them, holding onto Michelle's hand still, each knowing they would indeed always be there for the other.
The End