A quick update, not too much written, but I'm saving much of the good-stuff for the next chapter and for the battle-chapter. Would be good with some reviews though.

..."That's good, Christine." He wanted to pet her hand, but he didn't.
"But why did Draco warn me about you?" She laughed softly, seeing the surprise in his eyes…

His face grew hard, retreating back into his hard shell. She hummed, rather displeased. Had she said something wrong?
"What's wrong, Sev?" She tilted her head, watching that bat of a man's stoneface.
"Would you like some tea?" He quickly got up of his chair, trying not to show her the tiny crack in his face. If he kept being with her like this he would expose himself. She shrugged, crossing her legs, slightly yawning.
"Yes, please. Then I might fall asleep." Her eyes rolled, not sure though if it was because of his sudden retreat or if she never slept truly. She never did, she couldn't. There was something wrong, something that didn't really… Well, it was quite hard to explain.

He watched her in the corner of his eye, her face seemed to change all the time. Like the wind in august. She seemed bothered, feeling bubbling beneath the surface, only crossing the surface of her eyes.
"You'd might consider sleeping more, Christine." His tone was low, but finally softer again. Not in that cold and arrogant way. She shrugged again, looking up at him with a tiny smile. He was standing at the opposite corner of the room, standing over the pot with tea in it. With slow and firm steps he returned to her, watching her every expression, that sea beneath her eyes.
"I'll sleep when all this is over." Her shoulder raised and she looked down. A hard question to answer, she really didn't want to. She meant the question inside of her.
"Will it ever be over?" Her inner voice, like an autumn breeze sweeping over her. Almost cold…
"One day, one day it will. But I question if it will ever be good." His nose wrinkled, she could see how his thoughts bashed through the windows of his eyes. She smiled, tried to take the suggestion of a 'not so bad' conception of a world.

"This sucks; it sucks really badly, Sev." With a tired glint in her eyes she accepted the tea-cup he offered her and she laid her lips on the tip of it, slightly blowing the warmth away.
"Nobody said this would be a jolly ride either." The sarcasm burned on his tongue as he laid pressure on the words. She turned her head away, grinning bitterly with her face in the cup.
"You're right… But I don't think I'll be attending Hogwarts next year." Now her gaze turned towards him, watching odd feelings, almost hurt, flush in his eyes.
"You're going back? Back home, I mean?" His words wouldn't fill themselves correctly, chips of air filling every vocal letter. She shrugged, taking a long sip from the cup, tasting the bitter tea without any sugar.
"I don't know, but I do know that this place might be a big traumatic when all this is over. I don't need this; I can make my living in other ways." She smiled at him, not reaching her eyes fully.
"Then I won't see you?" He tilted his head, it made her wonder. How could he be acting this way about it? She would never guess that he liked her presence as much as he implied now that he did.
"You might, maybe I'll visit? You never know." A grin seeming to be awful foolish of nature curled on her lips.
"Just what I needed." A sarcastic sigh filled his halo, slowly taking over the room. She studied him, it was him. That sarcasm, still there was something more to it this time.
"This; our new friendship won't end so quickly. If you want me to come at any time when this year is over; I will come." With a tiny smile she looked up at him, that giant bat. He sat down on the chair beside her, stared softly at the girl he could not describe.

She paced quickly across the grass, the winter was soon taking its grip on the castle and everyone seemed to avoid the outside area. Not her; the girl with ivory hair darkened by the lack of sun. Her eyes shone like dark emeralds; once again this was the fault of the lack of sun. Time had gone, everything was getting so near. The fight; the final battle. She clenched her eyes together as her hands went numb in the grip they had and she walked quickly towards the lower part of Hogwarts outside area. So close to the forbidden forest, she did even not care about the 'there-might-be-werewolves-and-dangerous-creatures' part.
"Do you Norwegian girls have an own walking pattern that involves some rage?" An amused voice was heard to her left and she slowed down her pacing. With one raised eyebrow she looked at the boy with the black, ragged hair and green eyes. They were like hers, but his was lighter. Pretty.
"Sorry, it's just me." She smiled at him, continued walking, but in a slower pace. He followed her, got up on her side and looked around himself.
"Too bad, you're surprisingly pretty when you seem upset." His grin lightened the face and she could see his scar when the wind harshly blew his hair up. She shook her head, feeling how the wind took a hold of her wild hair.
"Then I must be drop dead gorgeous." She giggled for a short second before her face went awfully harsh. Now it was his turn to raise his eyebrow.
"Well, if you have the time we could go and find somewhere to sit? I really don't want to see you walking into the forbidden forest, Chrissy. I have a feeling you would get eaten." With that said he grabbed her shoulders and leaded her away from the forest.
"I wouldn't get eaten; I'm way too mean to even let anyone bite me." Suddenly he saw something in her eyes; he would definitely call it Slytherine.

An hour went quickly by and he had seen far too many changes in her mood, it was almost frightening sometimes.
"You have to meet me at the astronomy tower in one week. Exactly one week and it have to be past bedtime." Quickly she turned to him after watching the lake for a few minutes. He raised his eyebrow, a bit confused about why she précised it so often. She kept saying that it was necessary.

Okay, she hated herself.
For the first: She could not help the Death Eaters in the battle, something that was quite annoying by the fact that she was supposed to be loyal to them. And she was a very loyal person!
For the second: She kept Harry away from his friends, he couldn't help them.
But hey; nobody said that life was going to be easy. It might be at some point, but what was the fun in that. Not…That… It was any fun in the hard times? Mjeh, good question though. A weird thought.