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Chapter 21
Krista tried her very best not to just slap her twin brother right there on the spot. Instead she said, "That's very nice," with a forced smile.
Maximilian scoffed and turned away from her. "Rufus wanted the book and instead you let yourself get shagged by the freaking Slytherin boy."
She took a deep breath and glared at his back. "You saw?"
"I wouldn't look at something as disgusting as that. No, I had followed you to the library to see if you would be successful but it turns out I was wrong," he looked at her from over his shoulder. "You absolutely lovedwhat he was doing to you."
Krista forced herself not to cry. "YOU'RE WRONG!" Her voice had cracked.
"Give me your arm," he commanded. She hesitantly held out her right. He shook his head. "The other arm," she reluctantly held out her left arm. Maximilian pulled up her sleeve and ran a finger down the Dark Mark. He pulled out his wand and held it to the mark. Krista screamed bloody murder as the mark slowly began to fade until it was nothing.
He let go of her arm and wiped his hands on his clothes as if she was dirty.
"We aregoing to get the book. I'll start brewing the Polyjuice potion so we can sneak into the Slytherin common room. You just continue with your little schoolwork and daily shags, kay?"
Krista was out the door before she could throw any curse at him.
TMR
She was supposed to be in bed now. It was at least nine at night. The rain had long since stopped but the ground was still soaking wet. She watched the lake shimmer under the moonlight. She closed her eyes and meditated. It could have gone on for hours. She didn't know. But she was forced to open her eyes when she heard a voice.
"Why are you out here at this late hour?"
Krista whipped her head around to glare at the intruder but they softened immediately. Ansel stood there, looking a bit suspicious since he was biting his bottom lip and his hands where behind his back.
"I could ask the same to you," she said.
"I was looking for you," he uneasily stepped forward and ended up tripping over a rather large root. Krista made a move to catch him but she ended up under him. It was an awkward position. A veryawkward position.
Ansel blushed ten shades of red and quickly scrambled to his feet. "I-I'm sorry!"
Krista got to her feet and walked over to the blond. She placed a hand on his cheek. "There's no need to apologize."
Ansel shut his eyes and leaned forward. Krista's heart raced when she felt his lips brush against hers. They were warm. Unlike Tom's cold ones. Her eyes fluttered shut and leaned in more.
The kiss was nothing like Tom's. Tom was always aggressive and dominating. But Ansel's kiss was very chaste. As soon as it started, it was over.
"Ansel," she sighed and stared into his silver eyes. As much as she had liked his kiss, she actually wantedto be submissive. Perhaps she had gotten so used to Tom being in power and she likedit. "Ansel, I'm sorry...I can't...I just can't get over Tom. It...it feels like I'm cheating or something."
She hated the look that crossed over his face. The pure look of vulnerability made her want to kiss him again, just to make him feel better.
"I understand," he said in a broken voice, and before she knew it, he had run back.
She wanted to chase after him but she knew she could do nothing. She couldn't deny her feelings. She lovedit when Tom had brought her into the Room of Requirement and when they were in the library. She had been denying it for far too long.
She wanted Tom.
She wanted Lord Voldemort.
TMR
She was glad that there were no classes the next day. She didn't stay in her room though. She didn't want to hear any of Max's snarky comments. And she couldn't go into the Gryffindor common room. She didn't want to see Ansel's broken face.
So she settled at sitting on a windowsill and just staring out the window. "Hey, you're Krista, right?"
Krista turned her head and acknowledged Jones with a nod of her head. "So, how are you?" Jones tried to start a conversation.
Krista grimaced. "I could be better."
"Why?"
Krista shrugged. "Boy troubles."
"Are you serious? Boys? I have a million siblings to take care of and you think you have it tough," Jones rolled her dark brown eyes.
Krista stared blankly at her. "Yeah, you have it much tougher than I do."
"So…boys as in Ansel?" Monica stared at her feet.
"Partially," Krista resumed in staring out the window.
Monica bit her lip. "I've known Ansel longer than you have!" she blurted out.
Krista eyes widened and she turned back to the brunette with a raised eyebrow. "Excuse me?"
"Why is it that I've had a crush on Ansel for seven bloody years and he's never taken an interest in me? And then you come along and steal him!" Krista could see the jealousy in her eyes.
"Steal him? I don't even want him! I want Riddle!" Krista snapped. Maybe meditating really didn't help her attitude. It must only heal the wounds.
"Riddle?" It was Jones' turn to widen her eyes.
"Yes, the sexy Head Boy? Ever heard of him?" Krista got off the windowsill and started walking to her room.
Monica Jones only stared at her in awe.
TMR
She wanted to strangle someone. She didn't understand why. All these emotions must have gotten to her. She was upset that Tom was ignoring her, furious at her bloody twin brother, and confused on why she wanted Tom.
She knew if she went into her room, she'd most likely strangle Maximilian. Instead, she skipped her room and went up to the Astronomy Tower.
She grasped onto the railing and allowed a few frustrated tears to fall down.
"'The sexy Head Boy'? I didn't know you felt that way about me," Tom's velvety voice came from behind.
And there's numbah 21! I think I'll have a lemon in the next chapter but...I'll have to see how it works.
Lots of love,
TRC
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