Chapter 7: Moving Day Part 2
"So what you are telling me is that, Chrissie took both my brother and Malfoy with her to move?" Ron was having a hard time believing this because he knew that George hated the Malfoys just like the rest of them.

"Yes Ron, for the last time. She needed help moving so she took Draco and George." Harry sighed, Ron was too stubborn sometimes.

"You are calling him Draco now? Next you are going to tell me that Hermione is dating him." Ron's ranting was getting louder, making the already noisy Gryffindor common room start to get quiet.

"Ron! No I am most certainly not dating him! Why is it such a problem for you to open your eyes and see that Malfoy is different now? Haven't you noticed, that ever since Chrissie came to Hogwarts, Draco hasn't acted like his usual self?"

"Hermione! You are supposed to be on my side about this. We are still talking about the same prat that called you a 'mudblood' almost every day since second year. He will never change!"

"Ronald Weasley, just hearing you repeat that." Hermione jumped up, "Grrraaah! I can't believe you!" Hermione ran up the steps to the girls' dorm.

"But…" he watched her leave. He was already feeling terrible for even saying it.

"She has a point you know. You do need to open your eyes." Harry got off the couch and walked through the portrait hole.

"Damn you Malfoy." Ron fumed as he went to the stairs leading up to the boys' dorms to go sulk.

Chrissie and the boys made quick work of putting her bedroom together as soon as they arrived at Sirius'. When they had first got there, Sirius greeted them in his Animagus form just in case. Of course, Draco and George, not expecting to see a big black dog awaiting them, were startled when Chrissie walked over and hugged the big animal.

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earlier that day
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"Guys, it's okay. He won't hurt you…I think." She had to bite her tongue so she wouldn't laugh at their expressions. "uncle, I think you've scared them enough." The boys jumped back while Sirius changed back to his human self.

"Spoil my fun will you." Sirius grabbed Chrissie in a big hug and spun her around.

"Stop that! What is with you guys and spinning me around when you are happy to see me? What am I, a bloody top?" The guys chuckled. "Fine. Laugh at my expense." She gave them the 'death glare' and they stopped laughing. "Uncle Sirius, this is my boyfriend George Weasley, and that is Draco." Sirius eyed the blonde teen.

"The same Draco that is always bothering Harry. Draco Malfoy? What are you doing with the likes of him niece?" Chrissie rolled her eyes and sighed.

"Very, very long story. Which I will explain after we get every thing moved in to my room." Sirius led the teens down a hallway to a fairly large room.

"Here you are. Harry's room is just across the hall there." He pointed to a door that was a bit farther down.

"Thank you." She gave her uncle a quick hug. Then she dragged the boys into the empty room and shut the door.

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Now
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Chrissie, the boys and Sirius sat in the living room, drinking tea after Chrissie told Sirius everything.

"I can't believe Lucy kept a secret like that. I wonder if Jeff knew anything about it." Sirius was still letting the information set in.

"I dunno, maybe mum kept the fact that she was having twins secret along with the fact that she was even pregnant with us." She shrugged and looked at her watch. "Oh, we better get going, I told Dumbledor that we'd be back before dinner." They all stood up and walked over to the fireplace.

"I am glad you decided to live here Chrissie. Tell Harry to owl me when he gets the chance." She nodded and he smiled and gave her a hug. Then turned to guys, "Take care of her," then he lowered his voice to George and said, "hurt her, and you don't even want to know what I'll do to you."

"Yes sir," George was kind of pale. Sirius grinned at him.

"Don't worry, I think she'd do something to you before I have a chance to." He chuckled. Then turned to Draco. "Well, I guess technically you are my nephew, so I'll just say be good, and leave Harry alone."

"Okay. Um before this gets any more awkward, we should really get going." She made a face and motioned towards the fireplace. She stood bye the fireplace and tossed her floo powder in and yelled, "Prefects Room, Hogwarts!" then the guys said bye to Sirius and followed Chrissie.

"See," Chrissie and George walked back to the Gryffindor common room together after saying their goodbyes to Draco, "He really isn't that bad once you get him away from the other Slytherins."

"Yeah, I guess."

"What do you mean, you guess? You were both goofing around when you guys were packing my room up. Don't worry, no one will ever know that you got along with Draco." Before they got to the portrait, Chrissie pulled George into a dark corner. She gave him a quick kiss. "Please, don't tell anyone about Draco and I, no one is ready for that news. It could be deadly."

"Of course." He gave her another kiss, this one a bit deeper than the first. Then Chrissie pulled away.

"We better get in there, before McGonagal sees what we're doing out here." George nodded and led Chrissie to the portrait. When they walked in, Ron was sitting by himself by a chess set. Harry and Hermione were studying on the other side of the room.

"They must have gotten into another fight." George whispered to her.

"Hmm." She took his hand and started walking to the stairs that led to the dorms. "Well we better get ready for practice, Katie wants us to get extra time on the pitch." She said that loud enough, that she and George could hear them groan. "Well at least she isn't like Oliver."

"True." Harry walked over to them and then up the stairs.

"Ron, are you going or what?" Chrissie turned and went up the stairs, George went to his dorm. Ron followed.

After the really long practice, the Gryffindors dragged themselves into the common room and crashed.

"Okay I take my last comment back, she is just like Oliver." Chrissie stretched out her back as she sat down on the couch between the twins. The team grunted and groaned in agreement. "Oh that reminds me, I need to owl Oliver." She slowly stood up, and walked up to the dorms.

"Ron, what is going on between you three this time?" Fred asked, as Ron sat in the chair next to his.

"Something I said earlier. I realized that I messed up, after I said it, so Hermione isn't talking to me, and Harry is just staying neutral." Ron stared into the flames in front of him.

"Do I want to even know what you said?" Ron tried to not look at his brothers. "I'll take that as a no."

"All I did was complain about how you and Chrissie are making nice with Malfoy." Ron pointed out.

"Why does that bother you so much?" Chrissie asked as she walked up behind the couch and wrapped her arms around George's neck.

"Malfoy is a git, a ferret, he's a Malfoy, need I say more."

"Ron, I'm a Malfoy, does that make me any different?" Ron looked like he was considering her.

"Ron, you answer that wrong and you will be hurting for a long time." George bristled.

"You're taking Malfoy's side? I can't believe my own brother is taking the side of that slimy git!" *crack* Chrissie had walked over to Ron and slapped him. Harry and Hermione turned to look.

"You are no better than the rest of them." her eyes flashed like lightning. "You sink to there level and you say they are the bad ones? I came to this school to learn and be with my family, I didn't come here for the petty house rivalries. I don't care what social class people are in. Ron, do you really think that they care that you hate them, that you hate him? No, that just makes them laugh harder. You don't even have to say anything to them, your actions speak loud enough for everyone!" Ron started to walk away. "Don't you dare turn your back on me." Chrissie's eyes flashed dangerously. "You need to wake up. Get over what happened in the past. My brother isn't like he was back then. He…" Chrissie stopped, she looked around the room and covered her mouth.

"Your brother? Oh this is rich, we have a Malfoy in the common room everyone."

"Ron shut up. She isn't a bloody Malfoy, and neither is Draco." That made Ron stop, and the rest of the common room got quiet too.

"Shit." Chrissie looked around the room. "Okay, that piece of information, does not leave this common room. Brown, if I hear even the tiniest rumor about that, I will hold you personally responsible." Chrissie hung her head in defeat. She sneered at Ron, and walked out of the common room, George followed her out.

"Love wait." He grabbed her around the waist. "I am really sorry about that."

"George, you have nothing to worry about. Lets just hope it doesn't get out. No one is ready for that." She turned to face him. "I am going to go for a walk. I need some alone time, otherwise, the world might end up one Weasley short."

"Go ahead then, I'll see you in the Hall for dinner then?"

"Yeah," she tilted her head back and gave him a kiss. "I shouldn't be gone too long. If I am gone for too long. Find Draco, he'll be able to find me." She gave him another kiss and hugged him. Then she walked down the corridor towards the Entrance Hall. George went back into the common room.

"Where did Chrissie go?" Parvati asked, she had a letter in her hand. "Some owl just left this for her."

"Could you hold on to it until she gets back from her walk?" George smiled, but wondered who sent the owl.

"Shit…shit," Draco was pacing in his room. He could sense that Chrissie was beyond pissed, but that wasn't the only thing that was bothering him. One of his 'father's' owls just delivered a letter, and he didn't even want to know what it said. He thought about going to find Chrissie, but the thoughts that she was broadcasting, made him change his mind. He stared at the letter, like it was daring him to open it. Instead, he walked out of his room and walked back to the Slytherin common room. It was full of under years, plus Crabb and Goyle, who where playing a game of cards. Pansy saw Draco enter the common room. She squealed and threw herself on him.

"Oh Draccie I have been waiting all day to see you. Where have you been? Where you with that Gryffindor slut Black?" Draco pushed Pansy off of himself and glared daggers.

"Don't you ever talk about her like that! And Pansy, if you ever write my father about me ever again, you will wish that you were a Gryffindor. One more thing, leave me alone. Whatever sick fantasy you have about me, get over it. You and I are not together, and never will be." He started to go back to his room, he figured that he should at least read the letter.

"So you are just going to run to that slut?" Pansy made sure that he heard her. But she wasn't ready for what happened next. Draco pulled out this wand and muttered a hex that was aimed right at Pansy. It hit her and she fell to the floor. She tried to scream, but no sound came out.

"I told you to not talk about her like that Parkinson." He turned once more in the direction of his room. The other Slytherins just ignored Pansy and went back to what they were doing.

When Draco got back to his room. He looked at the letter and decided that it was now or never.
Draco,

Your mother has informed me that you have made a new friend, and that she is a Gryffindor. I am disappointed that you couldn't find a friend from a house other than Gryffindor. But none the less, please invite her to come to the Manor for tea this Sunday, I doubt you will have any trouble getting permission from that Headmaster over there. Just use the portkey enclosed. It is set for Sunday morning about ten.

Your father

"Shit, shit." Draco started pacing again. Really thinking about getting Chrissie now. "We are so buggered."

After Chrissie finally calmed down and a few flaming trees later, she managed to get to her dorm to change before dinner started. Then she noticed a letter had been placed on her bed. She saw the hand writing on the front. It was form Oliver. She hoped he wasn't writing to cut ties and such. She opened it and smiled it didn't look like a rant.
Chrissie,

I am happy that you are going to stay in England and still attend Hogwarts. I heard about what happened at Liz's, and I am sorry about all of the secrets that my aunt had kept from you. I am glad to hear that you are dating George Weasley, he's a good kid. With your pranks and the twins', you are perfect for each other.

Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. Your next Quidditch match against Slytherin, I'll be there. Bell told me about the moves you showed the chasers, I am impressed. Well I should get going. We have a long practice today. So, I'll see you soon Chrissie. Tell Potter I said 'hey'.

Love

Ollie

"Hmm, he is back to calling himself Ollie again." Chrissie rolled her eyes and put the letter away. She quickly changed and put a charm in her hair that turned it brown. Then she walked down to the Hall. She quickly spotted George and sat by him.

"Hello love." He gave her a quick kiss.

"Hello there yourself." She gave him another kiss. "So did anything interesting happen while I was venting?"

"No. Hey, I like your hair, brown looks good on you." He reached over and ran his fingers through some strands of her hair. She was about to reply, when Hermione and Ron walked to where she was sitting.

"Chrissie, I want to apologize," Ron stared down at his shoes, guilt was evident in is voice, "for being a prat, when you have been nothing but a good friend to any of us. I'll understand if you don't want to ever talk to me again." Chrissie looked at Ron and gave him a weak smile.

"Ron, I accept your apology. But you have to understand, I've never known any of my real family, Draco is the only other person, besides Sirius that I am family with. But you don't have to worry about me not talking to you anymore, I figure it was just a shock for you and that you'd eventually get over it." She smiled at him. She reached up and squeezed his arm. "Honestly Ron, it's okay."

"Okay." He grinned and then he and Hermione walked to their seats at the table.

"Hey Harry," she looked behind George and Fred, where Harry had leaned back, "Wood said hey, and that he'd be here for the next Gryffindor-Slytherin match."

"Cool." Harry went back to his dinner.

'Chrissie.' Chrissie looked up and over to the Slytherin table at Draco.

'Yeah?'

'My 'Father', has requested that you and I join 'mother' and himself for tea Sunday.'

'Shit. We're buggered'

'That's what I said.'