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Chapter 21: "If you want to Deystroy my sweater…"
"You mind if I go change?" Karista asked, dragging her gifts across the floor to the door.
"No, actually, I want you to go down to the great hall in your pajamas," Harry chuckled, helping her slide her stuff out the door and down the stairs.
"I know, frankly I think a tank top and shorts is the only way to dress," She giggled as they slowly made their way up the girls dormitory together. Once they reached the top, Karista shoved open the door to find Hermione and Ron making out feverishly on Hermione's bed.
"Wow, I would never have though that you would have it in you," Harry chuckled, moving the sheet piled with gifts into Karista's bed area.
Hermione and Ron had jumped of each other and were now cleaning up, muttering about knocking.
"Merry Christmas to you too," Karista muttered, beginning to put everything away.
"I say, we must do something entertaining for Christmas," Ron said, jamming paper into an overflowing waste basket.
Karista sat deep in thought on her bed. "you guys remember that song I sang when we won against slytherin? The "Deystroy my sweater" song?"
"That really funny one?" Harry asked going pink in the face. "The one like "If you want to deystroy my sweater, pull this thread as I walk away?"
"YEAH!" Hermione said, catching on the what Karista was getting at.
***
The faculty were all gathered in the main hall, waiting for the four absent Gryffindors. There was only one table set up as there was very few of them there.
"Albus, I think that we should go up and see what they are up to," McGonagall said, glancing at her watch then at the door.
"Maybe we can expell them," Snape mumbled under his breath, also glaring at the door.
Off in the distance, singing could be heard echoing througout the halls.
"what the-," snape said, turning his whole body to the door as the voices got louder.
"IF YOU WANT TO DEYSTROY MY SWEATER," Bellowed Ron, who then started laughing hysterically, as if he was drunk. Harry and Ron waltzed into the hall, arm in arm, swaggering as if they were drunk.
"PULL THIS THREAD…HAHAHA…AS I WALK AWAY!" Harry yelled, keeling over laughing. All the professors started laughing, including snape.
"WATCH ME UNRAVEL, I'LL SOON BE NAKY!" Ron yelled, collapsing to the floor.
"LYING ON THE FLOOR!" Harry shrieked with laughter as he pointed at Ron. "I'VE COME UNDONE!"
Karista and Hermione straggled in the door of the hall laughing so hard that tears were pouring out of their eyes. Dumbledore was shaking his head ferevently, trying hard not to fall out of his chair while McGonagall and Snape were in a silent fit of giggles. Malfoy was simply staring at the chain around Karista's neck. Isn't it working? He muttered, wondering why she wasn't in his lap already.
Karista meandered over to the table clutching her side. She set her guitar down on the floor under the table, still clutching her side giggling uncontrollably. Soon, Harry and Ron had gotten off the floor and sat down at the last remaining places.
"Well," Dumbledore chuclked, looking at Harry and Ron, who were still having silent fits. "Now that the drunks have joined us, we may begin."
Harry and Ron laughed hard at this last statement and began to wolfe down the food.
***
Karista had pulled out her guitar and was tuning it.
"Well, what shall we sing first?" McGonagall asked, looking at Karista's guitar perched in her lap.
"I can teach you all the sweater song," She giggled, taking a sharp glance at Harry, who banged his fist on the table. All througout dinner Malfoy had been staring at her. The potion, which had been replaced by soap, was unnerving him.
"That is a pretty necklace," Sprout said, taking hold of the chain and examining it. "Who gave it to you?"
"I have no clue," She said, even though she knew perfectly well who had sent it. Malfoy's eyes had waivered slightly as she said this. Karista knew he wouldn't be able to keep it anymore.
"Whoever sent it to me gave me an excellent Raspberry bodywash," Karista said, a glint of laughter in her eyes.
Malfoy's eyes narrowed into slits. He knew that she must have done something.
"Pretty," Sprout murmured as she let the chain fall from her hands.
"what shall we sing?" asked Karista, strumming the guitar gently.
"Something funny," Ron answered, causing Harry to snort pudding onto his plate.
"I think I agree with Ron," Dumbledore said, his soft eyes twinkling merrily.
"I don't know if I can sing/play something fast and funny," Karista said, the sleep starting to come faster into her mind.
"Play what you feel," Dumbledore murmured, looking tired himself.
"alright. This is a song that I know, it's a muggle song, so," Karista mumbled, pulling the guitar closer. Everyone was now watching her closely.
Sharing with us what he knows
Shining eyes are a greter moon
And all aroung him water flows
Her voice seemed to flow across the table and through the Hall.
Essence of a child
He's born to shimmer, born to shine
He's born to radiate
He's born to live, born to love
We'll teach him how to hate
Ron and Hermione were slow dancding off the table and the teachers sat, staring at her play.
The way she shimmer, the way she shines
The way she radiates
The way she lives, the way she loves
The way she never fades
Harry sat, his heart filling with such a love for her, one he had never felt for her.
The time will never change
So here's to looking back
To keep these demons off my back
I want to shimmer, I want to shine
I want to radiate
I want to live, I want to love
I want to try not to hate
Once she had finished with the song, she began playing Christmas carrols, to which Dumbledore and Flitwick sang merrily to. Malfoy and Pansy sat silently fuming at the end of the table, waiting for it all to end.
"Well, I must say, I am quite tired," Karista murmured, stifling a yawn and putting the guitar in its case.
"Yeah, me too," Ron said, watching Hermione who had fallen asleep against his shoulder.
"You must tell me Karista, why must you go around flaunting yourself with Potter?" Malfoy spoke harshly, ignoring Pansy's angry stare. "I would have thought that coming from a more distinguished family would have taught you better."
The whole table froze and stared at Malfoy. Karista, who was still on the floor clasping the case closed stood up.
"How dare you say something like that to me," Karista seethed, the anger showing in her face. She half looked like she was going to explode. "I would have thought that you would know how 'distinguished' families are supposed to act."
Malfoy, who had once been grinning now stood up also. His rage seemed to tower over her.
"I LIKE YOU AND YOU FAIL TO RECOGNIZE ME FOR IT," boomed Malfoy, staring her down.
"Recognize filth like you?"
The whole table had gone quiet. Dumbledore sat watching everything closely. Snape and McGonagall were looking at him to see if they should break the fight up, but he simply shook his head.
"Like me? How can you say that? My father offers a distinguished n-."
"To those who like power," Karista yelled, the stars shifting slightly in the sky.
"Why you…I wouldn't be surprised if your tongue got cut," Pansy shrieked, her face boiling as red as Malfoys.
"Stay out of this, you over pickled tramp!" Karista said shrewdly, taking her gaze back to Malfoy.
Snape was now moving edgily on his seat. His face had gone pale and he was grabbing his left arm.
"Why can't you recognize that I don't like you in that way? I would have thought it be obvious! The train, the Quidditch match, me bitch slapping you in the hallway before meals!" Karista said, flicking the few lost tendrils out of her face. "Have you no decency to leave me in PEACE!"
Malfoy, who had stood there seemed to understand what she was saying. He carefully stared around in thought. Then, as if someone had clasped a shackel around his wrist, he pounded the table.
"You listen to me, Flannigan. You've chosen the losing side with Potter. You had your chance in the beginning, yet now you've lost it, you hear me? You've lost it."
Karista drew back. She knew he had said something he shouldn't have by the way Snape had stood up. Dumbledore looked as if he would have impaled Malfoy himself. Malfoy and Pansy stampeded out of the Great Hall.
"I should have known," Karista muttered to herself. "I should have seen it sooner."
She grabbed her guitar case and ran out of the room.
"Why-where did Malfoy get the sense to say something like that?" McGonagall whispered, clutching her heart.
"His father is a death eater," Snape said coldly, backing away from the table. "Of course, it all makes sense…"
"What makes sense, Severus?" Dumbledore said calmly, staring at Snape. "What does?"
"Not here. I can't tell you here."
Dumbledore and Snape left the hall.
Chapter 21: "If you want to Deystroy my sweater…"
"You mind if I go change?" Karista asked, dragging her gifts across the floor to the door.
"No, actually, I want you to go down to the great hall in your pajamas," Harry chuckled, helping her slide her stuff out the door and down the stairs.
"I know, frankly I think a tank top and shorts is the only way to dress," She giggled as they slowly made their way up the girls dormitory together. Once they reached the top, Karista shoved open the door to find Hermione and Ron making out feverishly on Hermione's bed.
"Wow, I would never have though that you would have it in you," Harry chuckled, moving the sheet piled with gifts into Karista's bed area.
Hermione and Ron had jumped of each other and were now cleaning up, muttering about knocking.
"Merry Christmas to you too," Karista muttered, beginning to put everything away.
"I say, we must do something entertaining for Christmas," Ron said, jamming paper into an overflowing waste basket.
Karista sat deep in thought on her bed. "you guys remember that song I sang when we won against slytherin? The "Deystroy my sweater" song?"
"That really funny one?" Harry asked going pink in the face. "The one like "If you want to deystroy my sweater, pull this thread as I walk away?"
"YEAH!" Hermione said, catching on the what Karista was getting at.
***
The faculty were all gathered in the main hall, waiting for the four absent Gryffindors. There was only one table set up as there was very few of them there.
"Albus, I think that we should go up and see what they are up to," McGonagall said, glancing at her watch then at the door.
"Maybe we can expell them," Snape mumbled under his breath, also glaring at the door.
Off in the distance, singing could be heard echoing througout the halls.
"what the-," snape said, turning his whole body to the door as the voices got louder.
"IF YOU WANT TO DEYSTROY MY SWEATER," Bellowed Ron, who then started laughing hysterically, as if he was drunk. Harry and Ron waltzed into the hall, arm in arm, swaggering as if they were drunk.
"PULL THIS THREAD…HAHAHA…AS I WALK AWAY!" Harry yelled, keeling over laughing. All the professors started laughing, including snape.
"WATCH ME UNRAVEL, I'LL SOON BE NAKY!" Ron yelled, collapsing to the floor.
"LYING ON THE FLOOR!" Harry shrieked with laughter as he pointed at Ron. "I'VE COME UNDONE!"
Karista and Hermione straggled in the door of the hall laughing so hard that tears were pouring out of their eyes. Dumbledore was shaking his head ferevently, trying hard not to fall out of his chair while McGonagall and Snape were in a silent fit of giggles. Malfoy was simply staring at the chain around Karista's neck. Isn't it working? He muttered, wondering why she wasn't in his lap already.
Karista meandered over to the table clutching her side. She set her guitar down on the floor under the table, still clutching her side giggling uncontrollably. Soon, Harry and Ron had gotten off the floor and sat down at the last remaining places.
"Well," Dumbledore chuclked, looking at Harry and Ron, who were still having silent fits. "Now that the drunks have joined us, we may begin."
Harry and Ron laughed hard at this last statement and began to wolfe down the food.
***
Karista had pulled out her guitar and was tuning it.
"Well, what shall we sing first?" McGonagall asked, looking at Karista's guitar perched in her lap.
"I can teach you all the sweater song," She giggled, taking a sharp glance at Harry, who banged his fist on the table. All througout dinner Malfoy had been staring at her. The potion, which had been replaced by soap, was unnerving him.
"That is a pretty necklace," Sprout said, taking hold of the chain and examining it. "Who gave it to you?"
"I have no clue," She said, even though she knew perfectly well who had sent it. Malfoy's eyes had waivered slightly as she said this. Karista knew he wouldn't be able to keep it anymore.
"Whoever sent it to me gave me an excellent Raspberry bodywash," Karista said, a glint of laughter in her eyes.
Malfoy's eyes narrowed into slits. He knew that she must have done something.
"Pretty," Sprout murmured as she let the chain fall from her hands.
"what shall we sing?" asked Karista, strumming the guitar gently.
"Something funny," Ron answered, causing Harry to snort pudding onto his plate.
"I think I agree with Ron," Dumbledore said, his soft eyes twinkling merrily.
"I don't know if I can sing/play something fast and funny," Karista said, the sleep starting to come faster into her mind.
"Play what you feel," Dumbledore murmured, looking tired himself.
"alright. This is a song that I know, it's a muggle song, so," Karista mumbled, pulling the guitar closer. Everyone was now watching her closely.
Sharing with us what he knows
Shining eyes are a greter moon
And all aroung him water flows
Her voice seemed to flow across the table and through the Hall.
Essence of a child
He's born to shimmer, born to shine
He's born to radiate
He's born to live, born to love
We'll teach him how to hate
Ron and Hermione were slow dancding off the table and the teachers sat, staring at her play.
The way she shimmer, the way she shines
The way she radiates
The way she lives, the way she loves
The way she never fades
Harry sat, his heart filling with such a love for her, one he had never felt for her.
The time will never change
So here's to looking back
To keep these demons off my back
I want to shimmer, I want to shine
I want to radiate
I want to live, I want to love
I want to try not to hate
Once she had finished with the song, she began playing Christmas carrols, to which Dumbledore and Flitwick sang merrily to. Malfoy and Pansy sat silently fuming at the end of the table, waiting for it all to end.
"Well, I must say, I am quite tired," Karista murmured, stifling a yawn and putting the guitar in its case.
"Yeah, me too," Ron said, watching Hermione who had fallen asleep against his shoulder.
"You must tell me Karista, why must you go around flaunting yourself with Potter?" Malfoy spoke harshly, ignoring Pansy's angry stare. "I would have thought that coming from a more distinguished family would have taught you better."
The whole table froze and stared at Malfoy. Karista, who was still on the floor clasping the case closed stood up.
"How dare you say something like that to me," Karista seethed, the anger showing in her face. She half looked like she was going to explode. "I would have thought that you would know how 'distinguished' families are supposed to act."
Malfoy, who had once been grinning now stood up also. His rage seemed to tower over her.
"I LIKE YOU AND YOU FAIL TO RECOGNIZE ME FOR IT," boomed Malfoy, staring her down.
"Recognize filth like you?"
The whole table had gone quiet. Dumbledore sat watching everything closely. Snape and McGonagall were looking at him to see if they should break the fight up, but he simply shook his head.
"Like me? How can you say that? My father offers a distinguished n-."
"To those who like power," Karista yelled, the stars shifting slightly in the sky.
"Why you…I wouldn't be surprised if your tongue got cut," Pansy shrieked, her face boiling as red as Malfoys.
"Stay out of this, you over pickled tramp!" Karista said shrewdly, taking her gaze back to Malfoy.
Snape was now moving edgily on his seat. His face had gone pale and he was grabbing his left arm.
"Why can't you recognize that I don't like you in that way? I would have thought it be obvious! The train, the Quidditch match, me bitch slapping you in the hallway before meals!" Karista said, flicking the few lost tendrils out of her face. "Have you no decency to leave me in PEACE!"
Malfoy, who had stood there seemed to understand what she was saying. He carefully stared around in thought. Then, as if someone had clasped a shackel around his wrist, he pounded the table.
"You listen to me, Flannigan. You've chosen the losing side with Potter. You had your chance in the beginning, yet now you've lost it, you hear me? You've lost it."
Karista drew back. She knew he had said something he shouldn't have by the way Snape had stood up. Dumbledore looked as if he would have impaled Malfoy himself. Malfoy and Pansy stampeded out of the Great Hall.
"I should have known," Karista muttered to herself. "I should have seen it sooner."
She grabbed her guitar case and ran out of the room.
"Why-where did Malfoy get the sense to say something like that?" McGonagall whispered, clutching her heart.
"His father is a death eater," Snape said coldly, backing away from the table. "Of course, it all makes sense…"
"What makes sense, Severus?" Dumbledore said calmly, staring at Snape. "What does?"
"Not here. I can't tell you here."
Dumbledore and Snape left the hall.