Things to know:
-it is mid-February-AFTER valentine's day
-Brooke Longbottom and Michael Potter are now dating and have been since Christmas break
-Brooke is fifth year and Michael is a seventh
-Melanie is not dating Marcus Dubois but dating the sixth year ravenclaw she was snogging and is actually kind of over Marcus
-Rachelle has a slight crush of Michael

They were known as Hogwarts golden couple. They were known as the coming together of two of the most famous light pureblooded families. They were also known, by their friends of course, as Brookie and Mikey.

"Michael," Brooke groaned. "Stop it! I have to meet Rachelle for patrol."

Despite her insistence that Michael stop doing wicked things to her neck, Brooke made no move to get up or push him away, instead settling more deeply on a couch in front of the fire in the Gryffindor common room.

"Make it up to her," Michael said. "You've patrolled every night this week."

He was right of course. And for what was probably the first time ever, the entire common room was deserted, giving them much needed privacy. But…duty was duty, and Brooke was never one to shirk her duties.

With great reluctance she pushed Michael off of her and pushed her brown hair out of her face. She couldn't stop the silly grin from coming to her face at seeing Michael's eyes full of desire. She wasn't gorgeous. She never would be someone who was. The most she could ever get was cute-or maybe passively attractive. It seemed as though she would never mature into her baby-like looks.

She kissed Michael's swollen lips lightly. "If you wait for me, we might continue where we left off," she whispered.

He groaned. "Don't tease."

Brooke put on her cloak and walked to the portrait hole. "Who said anything about teasing?" she asked with a saucy grin over her shoulder.

While Brooke and Rachelle patrolled the corridors of Hogwarts fifteen minutes later, all Brooke could do was gush about Michael.

"I can't believe he actually likes me," she sighed. "I mean, he was dating Elaine Meyers for Merlin's sakes!"

Rachelle rolled her eyes. Yes, Elaine Meyers was probably the most beautiful person at Hogwarts with skin like a Hershey's bar-smooth and dark, along with dark exotic eyes and silky black curls. And yes, Elaine was probably one of the nicest people Rachelle had ever met, but Brooke had something Elaine didn't have. Michael's heart. And she told Brooke that.

"He doesn't love me," Brooke said shaking her head.

"Maybe not yet, but he does care for you more than he ever cared about Elaine," Rachelle reminded Brooke. Elaine and Michael were still friends and that's exactly the extent of Michael's feelings for the exotic beauty.

Brooke made a noncommittal sound. Then she froze and looked at Rachelle with wide, guilty eyes. "Oh Shelly," she cried. "I can't believe I was here complaining when you like him too."

Rachelle waved her hand dismissively. "If you don't come to me about your relationship, who else would you go to? Besides, it's only a crush. I'll get over it."

Brooke still felt guilty. She knew her best friend had a crush on Michael, and did ever since Michael helped her find her class back in first year, but Rachelle never acted on it and dated other guys periodically. Still, she shouldn't have been gushing about how well Michael treated her.

"Morning."

Brooke yawned a greeting at her friend Melanie.

Melanie smiled knowingly. "Up late with my brother?"

Brooke blushed. "I had to patrol and asked him to wait up."

Melanie shook her head. "What are you going to do when he's not here next year?"

Brooke frowned. She hadn't thought about that. "I don't know. I don't even want to think about it."

Melanie frowned but let it go. "Anyway, did you do your Herbology? I'm stuck."

Brooke laughed. "Nev is the Herbology expert. I just reword the essays he did when he was in school."

Melanie's eyes lit up. "I could do that. I should do that. Lemme copy and I'll write Harry to send me his essays later on."

Brooke grabbed her homework and passed it to Melanie. Then she frowned and glanced around the Great Hall. She didn't see Rachelle anywhere. Or Michael for that matter, but then she remembered he had an early quidditch practice and was probably getting ready for class. Then she felt guilty. She had kept him up the previous night and he had had to wake up early this morning. She grabbed a piece of fruit and decided to bring it to him.

Rachelle sat in the bleachers and stared out at the lake. She always preferred to admire the lake from a distance. She barely noticed the quidditch players practicing because she was so lost in her thoughts. She frowned. She wasn't in love with Michael Potter. She just had this hero complex and thought he would be her knight in shining armor but in fact was Brooke's knight. She was jealous per se. Brooke deserved all the happiness in the world and Michael made her happier than ever and vice versa. So that wasn't her problem. Yes she wished that she could make Michael light up the way Brooke did, but only if Brooke didn't light up with Michael walked into the room.

Rachelle groaned and her thoughts scattered. She was so confused and it was bugging her that she couldn't stop herself from crushing after Michael Potter when he so obviously could fall in love with Brooke, her best friend in the entire world.

"Knut for you thoughts?" a pleasant voice asked.

Rachelle looked up and saw Michael staring down at her.

"Or maybe a galleon," he said with a wry grin. "You always were high maintenance."

Rachelle couldn't help but smile. She waved to the bench beside her. "Have a seat."

He sat next to her and breathed in deep. "I always like looking at the lake from up here," he told her. "It seems more untouchable."

"I know what you mean."

"So, am I actually going to have to fork over a galleon for your thoughts?" he asked sparing her a glance.

Rachelle shook her head. "No charge. I'm just wondering when I'll get my Worst Friend in the World award."

"Oh? Why would you think so?"

Rachelle scoffed. "Brooke should hate me."

"I don't think Brooke could ever hate someone," he said.

"She should after this," she said.

She grabbed Michael's head and kissed him. She didn't know what prompted her to actually kiss her best friend's boyfriend. But there were no fireworks. There was no zing of electricity. There was nothing whatsoever and she backed away slowly.

"Oh," he deadpanned. "that's why you're the worst friend in the world."

"Yeah."

"Look Rachelle. You're a real nice-."

"Please don't give me you're a nice person but this couldn't work speech," Rachelle begged. "I perfected it to an art form. Besides-I think I learned what I needed to know."

"And that is?"

Rachelle stared out into the lake again. "You were untouchable and I admired you from a distance. Now that you're not untouchable, the reverence is gone." She turned to look at Michael. "That was the most unfeeling kiss I'd ever had in my life. I think you know what that means."

He nodded.

"You feel electricity when you kiss Brooke, don't you?" she asked.

"Oh yeah," Michael replied with a slight blush.

"Did you feel it with Elaine?"

Michael was silent for a moment. "Not at first. At first it was just regular passion filled kisses. Then the electricity came much later but it didn't last long. With Brooke," he sighed. "The electricity was there before I even touched her."

Rachelle smiled softly and stood. She grabbed his hand and the walked down the bleachers together. "I'm glad-because if you hurt her, you're never going to feel electricity again if I have something to say about it."

Michael's laughter died when he saw Brooke walking toward them. She smiled but didn't say anything about his and Rachelle's linked hands. Brooke handed him an apple.

"I thought you might be hungry," she said. Then she looked at Rachelle. "I assumed you already ate, I'm sorry."

Rachelle shook her head. "I did. Thanks anyway." She let go of Michael's hand and gave Brooke a quick squeeze. "I love you Brookie," she teased.

Brooke blushed.

"I'll see you two lovebirds later," she called over her shoulder.

"What was that about?" Brooke asked, hoping she didn't sound suspicious. She wasn't really, but Rachelle was a little weird just now.

Michael only smiled and kissed her. The same electricity that was there the first time they kissed what still there and still as fresh as it always had been.

"You're the girl for me Brooke Longbottom," he whispered against her lips.

"And you're the guy for me," Brooke smiled.

Michael took Brooke's hand and led her into the castle. He turned back to glance at the lake again. It didn't seem to untouchable anymore.

The lake kind of symbolizes love in a way if you know what I mean. Anyway, I was so frustrated that I couldn't come up with a new chapter and I read through the first two chapters and while I was brushing my teeth, the story came to me. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! It was originally going to be called Infidelity but this title seemed more fitting as the chapter wrote itself.