Well, sorry it took me so long, I was just…In disposed. Had another bit of writer's block with this. Here's where the story loses any of the immature I-like-him-but-it's-unrequited-love. (If it had any to begin with.) Here's where the story gets interesting and you may think that all the characters grow up a little bit. Heh, enjoy.

Title: Power of the Purebloods I: Thin Ice

Author: Riea Carlos

Rating: R, should be NC-17 if there was a rating for it.

Genre: Drama/Romance

Summary: Charlotte makes Harry wonder why he likes her so much; Draco declares vengeance.

Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns everything except Charlotte, she's mine.

Author's Notes: Charlotte and Harry are really the only ones appearing in this chapter, but Draco and Ginny make a slight appearance at the beginning and end. This is my favorite chapter so far because…Well, you'll see. WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEX. IF YOU DON'T THINK YOU ARE MATURE ENOUGH TO HANGLE IT, PLEASE DON'T READ. LIKE I SAID BEFORE, THIS SHOULD REALLY BE NC - 17. On with the story, then.

Power of the Purebloods I: Thin Ice

By Riea Carlos

Chapter Five: Shattered

Draco moved Ginny up against the wall, still kissing her. The young redhead had never experienced such ecstasy in her all life. Sure, her and Dean had the occasional kisses, but it was nothing like this. She had no idea what to do. Moan, scream, or just keep silent? After all, if she decided to cry out she'd have to stop kissing Draco and she didn't want to stop.

The Invisibility Cloak started to slide off of their head, but Draco caught it just in time. He pried his lips off of Ginny's, and watched with relish as her stomach heaved up and down from her shortness of breath. "I'd say you got your fair share of revenge," Draco muttered, riding his lips of excess moisture.

Ginny grinned a grin that could have rivaled the Chesire Cat. She wanted to keep on this façade, like she was this innocent sex goddess that made Draco want her so bad. She didn't know what made her do it, or why it came over her, but she just wished there was some sort of potion she could take that could make it stay permanently.

Charlotte pulled her ponytail off and ran her hands through her hair. She looked towards the bed on her left and noticed, with increasing contempt, that Ginny still wasn't back from her Night Expedition. She had a good mind to go out and find the little jezebel, but then she remembered that Ginny had the Invisibility Cloak.

"Fuck it," she mumbled under her breath, and she tiptoed towards the Common Room. Maybe she could catch Ginny on the way back, and if she was lucky, Draco would be there with her.

Charlotte collapsed into a squishy, scarlet chair by the fire and peered closely towards the Portrait Hole. She could hear voices lingering at the end of the corridor, and Charlotte abruptly stood up and slid through the Portrait Hole. She could hear the Fat Lady yell at her for waking her up, but her shrieks were fading fast as Charlotte scurried down the hall to investigate.

"Fucking hell," Charlotte muttered when she couldn't see anything, hence the cloak. She thrusted her hands all over the dead air until she came across something velvet and she pulled until the mound of material was in her hands, covering them.

Draco nuzzled in his mouth into Ginny's mouth and she moaned softly. He looked her dead in the eye. "I love you," he mumbled as he started to unbutton her blouse. Charlotte dropped the cloak.

Ginny's head turned to Charlotte, and she automatically turned as red as her hair. She pushed Draco off of her and ran after Charlotte. Charlotte spun around, and Ginny was horrified to see her dearest friend of six years in tears.

"Charlotte, please --"

The dark haired girl stared at Ginny with a look of utmost hatred. Without saying a word, she gathered all the strength she could and gave Ginny a hard slap on the cheek that echoed throughout the quiet hall.

"Bitch," Charlotte spat as she turned on her heel.

The next day at breakfast, Ginny sat with Ron, and Charlotte sat with Harry. The four of them didn't say a word to each other. That was because Charlotte and Ginny weren't speaking, Charlotte and Ron despised each other, Ron somehow knew about the night incident, and Harry was too damn nervous to speak to Charlotte.

When the bell rang, Harry and Ron started for Potions, while Ginny and Charlotte walked (not together) to Charms. But before Charlotte was about to descend up the stairs, she felt a hand grab her elbow.

"What the--?" She turned to find Ron staring at her, grinning. She grimaced and shook Ron off of her. God, sometimes the Weasleys irritated her beyond belief. She saw the freckled boy grinning at her and asked if he wanted to take a picture.

He replied that he didn't. "Listen, I know you're pissed at Ginny," he started.

"You think?" Charlotte intervened.

Ron chose to ignore her and continued on with the rest of his monologue. "I'm angry at her too. I mean, fooling around with that Slytherin scum. She's a disgrace to the name Weasley and Gryffindor. But this is where you come in."

Charlotte's eyes peered towards the clock and saw if she didn't get out of here in two minutes she'd officially be late for Charms. "Listen, Ron. I'm flattered you'd want me to come into all your crazy plans, but you're a Weasley. And unfortunately for you, I just severed my ties with the only one I can stand."

He stared after her as she ran up the stairs; his plans of trying to make a friendship with Charlotte Irene-Dia Hembound to manipulate Ginny and Draco were shattered.

That night, Ginny didn't go back to Harry for the Invisibility Cloak. She laid in her bed the whole night, her back turned to Charlotte. Charlotte frowned as she stared straight at the ceiling, the image of Ginny and Draco kissing and Draco mumbling three words to Ginny kept replaying over in mind.

"Fuck you," Charlotte muttered. She wrapped her robes against her body tightly, and started for the Boys Dormitory. She grasped the banister tightly, and hurried to the sign that read SEVENTH YEARS.

Charlotte spotted Neville snoring, Dean and Seamus sleeping soundly, and Ron sprawled on his stomach. Harry was the only one awake. "Harry," Charlotte said quietly. Harry looked up at her and clutched at his glasses.

"Charlotte, what's the matter? You look really distraught," Harry moved over on his bed to give Charlotte more room. She slid into his bed and tried her best not to smile. Instead, she lowered her head and started to cry.

Harry was startled. Charlotte crying was a complete oxymoron. "Charlotte, please, stop. Tell me what's wrong and I'll fix it for you." Charlotte sighed and wiped her eyes. She stared into Harry's eyes that were so identical to her own.

"I can't stand when I fight with Ginny - I never fight with Ginny, and I don't want to start, but she hates me now! Everyone does!"

"…I don't hate you," Harry said stupidly.

Charlotte chuckled but it sounded like a strangled cry. She grinned at Harry. "You're really great, you know that?" Harry blushed, but thankfully it was so dark that Charlotte couldn't see. She frowned again. "But I lost some great people, who knows if I'll ever call them friends again?"

"What do you want me to do?" Harry said, his voice shaking.

She took a deep intake of breath and moved a piece of stray hair out of her eyes. "Make love to me, please, Harry." Harry's eyes widened as Charlotte grabbed his hand.

"Charlotte, I don't know if--" Charlotte took his hand and placed it on her breast. He silenced immediately as Charlotte penetrated his eyes. His heart was beating so fast it was in his throat. He was sure Charlotte could hear it.

The raven-haired girl placed her hands on Harry's chest. "Harry, you want me. I know it. It's painstakingly obvious." Her hands slithered down his trousers. "And your hard-on tells me that you want me, too."

Harry nodded obligingly. He slid Charlotte's robe off of her, leaving her in her nightgown. He pulled it over her head to reveal her in nothing but a skimpy bra and underwear. Charlotte began to work on Harry's clothing, and she was done with his before he was done with hers.

He pulled the bra straps off of her shoulders as she pulled his boxers off. Harry grabbed the waistband of her undies and slid them down as well. He stared at her, nervous, but there was no way in hell he'd show it.

Charlotte groaned softly as Harry started to move his mouth along her nipples. His fingers moved across her stomach as he laid her on her back. He was running his tongue along her stomach as she raked her fingers through his hair.

Harry thrusted into Charlotte without warning and she screamed out. Harry clamped a hand over Charlotte's mouth so she shouldn't wake anyone. Charlotte wrapped her legs around Harry's waist as she was brought almost to her peak.

"Oh god," she moaned, moving her tongue to Harry's ear. Harry groaned as he thrusted into Charlotte one last time as he went into his release. He collapsed onto Charlotte. He wrapped her arms around his neck as he kissed her softly.

Her hair was slicked back with sweat and stuck to her cheeks like sideburns. The only bad thing about the whole event was that Ginny was still peacefully sleeping in her dormitory.