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Chapter 20: The heartstone and ring
Karista snuck out of the room as soon as she was sure that Hermione was asleep. She then entered the door to the boy's dorm and carefully read the labels on the doors, looking for their room. Finally, she reached the top of the tower and pushed open the door. Ron was putting on his bathrobe and slippers.
"Looks like we had the same thing in mind, eh Karista?" Ron whispered as he nearly toppled out of sight putting his slippers on. "He fell asleep a few minutes ago. What is the stat on Hermione?"
"She's knocked out," she said, a faint smile upon her face. "Good Luck."
"You too," said Ron, slipping out the door and closing it with a click.
Karista wandered over to Harry's bed and pulled back the hanging. He was sprawled out and the sheets were all over the place. He didn't even remember his glasses Karista laughed. She gently shook his arm. His eyes slowly opened as he focused in on her.
"whatarey-," he said, in one breath.
"Merry Christmas," she said, smiling gently down at him.
"What about Ron?" Harry asked, looking around, even if the hangings were blocking his view.
"He's…er…visiting Hermione," Karista said, the grin growing bigger.
Harry was now sitting up in his bed and straightened his glasses. He looked at Karista. She is so beautiful he thought to himself, a small smile crossing his face.
"So, what's up?" He asked, looking slightly puzzled at her sudden appearance in his room.
"Just a question for you," she started, obviously becoming nervous. "About tonight…"
"Oh," he said, thanking the fact it was dark because he was blushing brightly. "That."
Karista started to turn pink and started fumbling with the sheets.
"Well, um…I like you Karista. A lot, actually," he mumbled, still looking straight into her eyes.
"That's all I needed to know, Harry."
She then leaned in and gave him a short kiss on his lips and turned on her heal to leave.
"Wait," he said, gently grabbing her arm. "Stay with me."
She turned around and jumped into his bed and pulled the sheets around her. He sat on his knees and pulled the hangings closed as they both lulled off into a peaceful sleep.
***
Karista woke up with a dreamy look on her face. At first, she didn't know where she was until she looked next to her and saw a figure sitting up. He turned to look at her.
"Merry Christmas," he said, taking her hand. She had a bright smile on her face, and now she felt as though she couldn't control it.
"Merry Christmas," she said, slowly sitting up as he wrapped her in a hug. He then flopped down on the bed again, her embraced in his arms.
"Did you sleep well?" he asked staring at the canopy above his bed.
"Yes, since there was a considerable amount of snoring coming from this half of the bed," she laughed, poking Harry in the stomach. "Dear, I almost forgot, presents!"
Harry and Karista sat up while Harry pulled open the hangings. At the end of his bed was a larger amount of presents than he had ever had. It was about three times as much as the amount he usually got. When he looked at Ron's bed, he realized that there was nothing, or anyone there.
"Isn't that cool?" he muttered to himself as he picked up a package. "The people who delivered these knew where you were!"
Karista hopped of the bed.
"Okay, this half is yours, I think…" she said, taking a package from her side of the pile.
Harry grabbed a particularly lumpy package, which he knew immedeatly was a sweater from Ms. Weasley. He unwrapped it and saw a brilliant green sweater with a golden snitch on it.
"That's pretty. It matches your eyes," she said, touching the sleeve of the sweater. Karista herself had picked up a lumpy package much like the one Harry had just opened.
"That is pretty, too," Harry said, looking at the sweater which was the same color as her eyes.
"you like it?" she said, hastily pulling it on. "It's beautiful. I must thank her."
Harry then pulled out another box, which had also come from Ms. Weasley. He opened it and wafted the smell of more fudge from the box. He pushed the package and sweater onto his bed, muttering a thanks under his breath, then reached for one from Ron. He opened it, and out of it came a box, with a picture of the Chudley Cannons on it. The Quidditch Game…control your own team! Complete with a find-able snitch, bludger and quaffle and a game field.
"Geez, this is cool," harry mumbled, his eyes wide with delight.
"It is," Karista said, looking at the top of the box.
Karista was already having fun unwrapping an unmarked present. It was small, like a jewelry box.
"I wonder who sent me this?" Karista asked, dumping a velvety box onto the floor.
"I didn't, and it doesn't look like Ron or Hermione might have," Harry said, staring at the mysterious box as if it were about to jump up and eat her hand. "What's in it?"
Karista opened the box and found a beautiful silver necklace with a thin chain and a little vial hanging from it. The vial had a purplish liquid in it.
"What's in it?" Harry asked, glancing at the surprised look on her face.
"It's obviously some type of potion," Karista started, carefully unscrewing the top. She sniffed it and drew back.
"What kind of potion is it?" Harry asked, a startled look on her face.
"Its…its…a love potion," Karista murmured, carefully re-screwing the lid on the vial and placing it back in the box. "Some one is planning something."
Harry knew immedeatly who had sent it; Malfoy. His face grew red with anger as he grabbed another parcel and began shredding it open.
"Harry, relax. We'll play his little game," Karista said, a mischevious grin appearing on her face. She carefully picked up the necklace again and walked over to the bathroom. She opened the vial and poured it down the sink. She proceeded to wash it out and put something else purplish in the water.
"Shampoo," Karista murmured at the look on Harry's face. "Smell it…its raspberry."
Harry sniffed its contents and let out a laugh. "Funny. I think he will be very disapointed."
"I'll wear it tonight at dinner. I want to see the look on his face," Karista giggled, continuing with her presents. She then pulled out another jewelry sized box.
"It's from you," she murmured, pulling the paper off carefully. Another jewelry box fell out. The writing on the box read Evelyn's Jewlery Hogsmeade. "Oh, Harry!"
Inside the red velvet box was a silver ring, with an inscription on the inside. "Where…why…Oh, Harry!" she said, wrapping her arms around him. She read the inscription on the inside; You are the one I love-Harry.
"I thought you might enjoy it," Harry whispered in her ear. "Because I love you."
Tears were silently rolling down her cheeks as she slipped the ring on her finger. "Thank you."
He pulled her into his lap and gently kissed her. A firecracker exploded in Karista, who was so happy that she couldn't hide it on her face.
"I say we keep unwrapping gifts," Harry said, helping Karista out of his lap.
"Yeah, so that other people can get through," Karita giggled, he face still fuschia.
Harry kept unwrapping his presents, eventually getting to Karista's gift.
"A stone," Harry said, chuckling slightly. "What does it do?"
"You hold it in your had," She said, closing Harry's hand around the heart shaped stone. "And if it glows and gets warm, someone is thinking of you, or madly in love with you."
The stone in harry's hand became warm, at least almost hot. He glanced at Karista who was staring at him, lust in her eyes.
"If they don't like you, it goes blue and turns ice cold."
The stone was still shimmering pink in his hands. "Kind of like a mood ring."
"Yes," She murmured, letting go of his hand. "There's more in there, you know."
He pulled out a case of chocolate frogs, then a handmade picture frame. "You are tough to shop for, you know?"
Harry stifled a laugh and looked into the frame. In it was a picture of Harry and Karista on the dancefloor from the ball.
"before I went to bed, McGonagall gave me that picture," Karista said, pointing at the angle it was taken. The Harry and Karista in the picture kissed, then turned around. Harry looked up and smiled while Karista blushed furiously.
" I love it," harry murmured, taking Karista into his arms. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," She whispered, hugging him tight.
Chapter 20: The heartstone and ring
Karista snuck out of the room as soon as she was sure that Hermione was asleep. She then entered the door to the boy's dorm and carefully read the labels on the doors, looking for their room. Finally, she reached the top of the tower and pushed open the door. Ron was putting on his bathrobe and slippers.
"Looks like we had the same thing in mind, eh Karista?" Ron whispered as he nearly toppled out of sight putting his slippers on. "He fell asleep a few minutes ago. What is the stat on Hermione?"
"She's knocked out," she said, a faint smile upon her face. "Good Luck."
"You too," said Ron, slipping out the door and closing it with a click.
Karista wandered over to Harry's bed and pulled back the hanging. He was sprawled out and the sheets were all over the place. He didn't even remember his glasses Karista laughed. She gently shook his arm. His eyes slowly opened as he focused in on her.
"whatarey-," he said, in one breath.
"Merry Christmas," she said, smiling gently down at him.
"What about Ron?" Harry asked, looking around, even if the hangings were blocking his view.
"He's…er…visiting Hermione," Karista said, the grin growing bigger.
Harry was now sitting up in his bed and straightened his glasses. He looked at Karista. She is so beautiful he thought to himself, a small smile crossing his face.
"So, what's up?" He asked, looking slightly puzzled at her sudden appearance in his room.
"Just a question for you," she started, obviously becoming nervous. "About tonight…"
"Oh," he said, thanking the fact it was dark because he was blushing brightly. "That."
Karista started to turn pink and started fumbling with the sheets.
"Well, um…I like you Karista. A lot, actually," he mumbled, still looking straight into her eyes.
"That's all I needed to know, Harry."
She then leaned in and gave him a short kiss on his lips and turned on her heal to leave.
"Wait," he said, gently grabbing her arm. "Stay with me."
She turned around and jumped into his bed and pulled the sheets around her. He sat on his knees and pulled the hangings closed as they both lulled off into a peaceful sleep.
***
Karista woke up with a dreamy look on her face. At first, she didn't know where she was until she looked next to her and saw a figure sitting up. He turned to look at her.
"Merry Christmas," he said, taking her hand. She had a bright smile on her face, and now she felt as though she couldn't control it.
"Merry Christmas," she said, slowly sitting up as he wrapped her in a hug. He then flopped down on the bed again, her embraced in his arms.
"Did you sleep well?" he asked staring at the canopy above his bed.
"Yes, since there was a considerable amount of snoring coming from this half of the bed," she laughed, poking Harry in the stomach. "Dear, I almost forgot, presents!"
Harry and Karista sat up while Harry pulled open the hangings. At the end of his bed was a larger amount of presents than he had ever had. It was about three times as much as the amount he usually got. When he looked at Ron's bed, he realized that there was nothing, or anyone there.
"Isn't that cool?" he muttered to himself as he picked up a package. "The people who delivered these knew where you were!"
Karista hopped of the bed.
"Okay, this half is yours, I think…" she said, taking a package from her side of the pile.
Harry grabbed a particularly lumpy package, which he knew immedeatly was a sweater from Ms. Weasley. He unwrapped it and saw a brilliant green sweater with a golden snitch on it.
"That's pretty. It matches your eyes," she said, touching the sleeve of the sweater. Karista herself had picked up a lumpy package much like the one Harry had just opened.
"That is pretty, too," Harry said, looking at the sweater which was the same color as her eyes.
"you like it?" she said, hastily pulling it on. "It's beautiful. I must thank her."
Harry then pulled out another box, which had also come from Ms. Weasley. He opened it and wafted the smell of more fudge from the box. He pushed the package and sweater onto his bed, muttering a thanks under his breath, then reached for one from Ron. He opened it, and out of it came a box, with a picture of the Chudley Cannons on it. The Quidditch Game…control your own team! Complete with a find-able snitch, bludger and quaffle and a game field.
"Geez, this is cool," harry mumbled, his eyes wide with delight.
"It is," Karista said, looking at the top of the box.
Karista was already having fun unwrapping an unmarked present. It was small, like a jewelry box.
"I wonder who sent me this?" Karista asked, dumping a velvety box onto the floor.
"I didn't, and it doesn't look like Ron or Hermione might have," Harry said, staring at the mysterious box as if it were about to jump up and eat her hand. "What's in it?"
Karista opened the box and found a beautiful silver necklace with a thin chain and a little vial hanging from it. The vial had a purplish liquid in it.
"What's in it?" Harry asked, glancing at the surprised look on her face.
"It's obviously some type of potion," Karista started, carefully unscrewing the top. She sniffed it and drew back.
"What kind of potion is it?" Harry asked, a startled look on her face.
"Its…its…a love potion," Karista murmured, carefully re-screwing the lid on the vial and placing it back in the box. "Some one is planning something."
Harry knew immedeatly who had sent it; Malfoy. His face grew red with anger as he grabbed another parcel and began shredding it open.
"Harry, relax. We'll play his little game," Karista said, a mischevious grin appearing on her face. She carefully picked up the necklace again and walked over to the bathroom. She opened the vial and poured it down the sink. She proceeded to wash it out and put something else purplish in the water.
"Shampoo," Karista murmured at the look on Harry's face. "Smell it…its raspberry."
Harry sniffed its contents and let out a laugh. "Funny. I think he will be very disapointed."
"I'll wear it tonight at dinner. I want to see the look on his face," Karista giggled, continuing with her presents. She then pulled out another jewelry sized box.
"It's from you," she murmured, pulling the paper off carefully. Another jewelry box fell out. The writing on the box read Evelyn's Jewlery Hogsmeade. "Oh, Harry!"
Inside the red velvet box was a silver ring, with an inscription on the inside. "Where…why…Oh, Harry!" she said, wrapping her arms around him. She read the inscription on the inside; You are the one I love-Harry.
"I thought you might enjoy it," Harry whispered in her ear. "Because I love you."
Tears were silently rolling down her cheeks as she slipped the ring on her finger. "Thank you."
He pulled her into his lap and gently kissed her. A firecracker exploded in Karista, who was so happy that she couldn't hide it on her face.
"I say we keep unwrapping gifts," Harry said, helping Karista out of his lap.
"Yeah, so that other people can get through," Karita giggled, he face still fuschia.
Harry kept unwrapping his presents, eventually getting to Karista's gift.
"A stone," Harry said, chuckling slightly. "What does it do?"
"You hold it in your had," She said, closing Harry's hand around the heart shaped stone. "And if it glows and gets warm, someone is thinking of you, or madly in love with you."
The stone in harry's hand became warm, at least almost hot. He glanced at Karista who was staring at him, lust in her eyes.
"If they don't like you, it goes blue and turns ice cold."
The stone was still shimmering pink in his hands. "Kind of like a mood ring."
"Yes," She murmured, letting go of his hand. "There's more in there, you know."
He pulled out a case of chocolate frogs, then a handmade picture frame. "You are tough to shop for, you know?"
Harry stifled a laugh and looked into the frame. In it was a picture of Harry and Karista on the dancefloor from the ball.
"before I went to bed, McGonagall gave me that picture," Karista said, pointing at the angle it was taken. The Harry and Karista in the picture kissed, then turned around. Harry looked up and smiled while Karista blushed furiously.
" I love it," harry murmured, taking Karista into his arms. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," She whispered, hugging him tight.