"Well, what do you like?" asked Charisma, as they flicked through the
magazine.
"To be honest, I don't like any!" shrieked Hermione.
"So, you need my help to pick something that Malfoy will like?"
"Yeah, you're into that kind of stuff"
"Hmm." pondered Charisma what about this?" it was a Maid's costume.
"Err, no. Can we just get some nice lingerie? Blue, if there are any?"
"Yeah, sure" smiled Charisma and flicked the page. "What about these?"
"Oh, they're nice" smiled Hermione. It was a pair of bluey-purple underwear
and bra.
The girls filled out Hermione's details and sent it off. In 10 minutes an
owl had returned with a package. "Wow" enthused Hermione. "That was quick!"
"Well, some girls need them in desperate measures. It's not like every time
a girl has sex, that she knows they're going to," informed Charisma.
"Oh, OK"
It was Saturday morning, 6:00am. 2 hours before the Quidditch match and there was a knock on Charisma's door. "Come in" called Charisma from her wardrobe. "Hey," it was Draco. "Hey Baby" Charisma changed her attitude. "What are you doing?" "Oh, I'm about to have a shower, you wanna join me?" "Yeah, OK"
Draco and Charisma were making out in the shower. "What brought you up here?" asked Charisma in-between kisses. "I needed something good before I had to fuck *her*" Charisma giggled and pushed Malfoy up against the wall. "Now, now. You know the deal. And I can't break it!" "Baby, don't" "Go on...Out! The towels just there. I'm the dessert," Charisma pashed him strongly. As Malfoy closed the door behind him, Charisma started singing "Killing me Softly." 'Damn she has a beautiful voice' thought Draco. And it was beautiful. Her voice melted someone's heart like chocolate melting in your mouth on a hot summer's day.
"What do you think?" Charisma came out of the bathroom and modeled her clothes. "Wow! You look great!" complimented Draco. "Why aren't wearing robes?" "Didn't want to!" smiled Charisma. She was wearing tight black leather pants, black boots, a low-cut red top, a black leather jacket and a red hat. "You smell great," Draco was standing face to face with Charisma by then. They kissed. "Ah, No" Charisma pushed them apart. "Can't wreck the lipstick." "I should go get ready" Draco walked to the door. "See you later, my fair princess" Charisma waved as Draco walked out the door.
"Knock! Knock!" said Charisma as she knocked at Harry's door. "Yeah, come in." Charisma walked in. "Wow! You look beautiful" Harry's jaw was wide open. "Close that mouth before you start catching flies," laughed Charisma. Harry approached Charisma and kissed her. "You're going to be great tonight" "Harry, how are we going to get there?" asked Charisma. "The scenic way!"
"We're going by broom?" Charisma's mouth dropped. "Yep" Harry and Charisma got onto his highly maintenance ThunderSwift, the newest, fastest broom of the year. "We're going to Australia by broom?" asked Hermione as her and Ron walked in. "We're going to the Portkey first. Jump on behind me Hermione," Hermione got onto the broom behind Ron, feeling a little uncomfortable.
"G'day!" approached a young wizard, as Charisma, Harry, Hermione and Ron arrived in Australia. He was blonde, blue eyes, cute, the surf type. "Yes, how do we get to our seats?" Harry showed him their tickets. "Ahh, VIP" The Australian waved his wand and next thing they knew Hermione, Ron, Harry and Charisma were standing at the top of the VIP box. The stadium was enormous, a lot bigger than the one in England. It was ¾ full but they still had 15 minutes to go. "Your seats are down there, while one is up here" the usher pointed out. "Come sit with us, for a while Charisma" directed Harry and they took their seats with Charisma on Harry's knee. "Excuse me?" "Yes?" the usher turned around. "Can you please tell me when the person sitting in FF7 arrives?" asked Harry. "Sure," and the usher moved away. "Is that boy in FF5 going to be any competition?" asked Harry moving his hand along Charisma's thigh. "Of course not baby," Charisma looked at the boy. It was the one they met when they arrived. "Umm..Excuse me, Mr. Potter" "Yes?" Harry looked at the Usher. "The man sitting in FF7 is here" "Thanks" Harry gave him a tip, and the usher left. Harry and the others turned around to where Charisma was going to be sitting. "Malfoy," gritted Ron. "Charisma honey, maybe we should swap seats" Harry suggested. "I'll go there," insisted Hermione. Ron and Harry turned to Hermione, "No!" "It's OK Harry," urged Charisma. "It's Malfoy, not like anything is going to happen. You should be more worried about the guy in FF5!" giggled Charisma. "Oh, you have a point. You'd be a loser to like Malfoy!" Charisma pushed Harry's leg hard as she got up. "Ow...Charisma!" "Ooh...Sorry Harry" Charisma kissed Harry on the cheek and went to her seat. "Miss Cruise good to see you here" smirked Draco. "Same to you!" Charisma smiled and placed her hand on Draco's leg.
"LADIES, GENTLEMEN AND ANYTHING INBETWEEN WELCOME TO THE GRAND FINAL QUIDDITCH MATCH OF AUSTRALIA VS. BULGARIA!" The crowd roared in response to the heavily Australian-accented commentator. The stadium was now Full House and there was about Five- hundred thousand people there. "IT IS GREAT TO SEE SO MANY DIFFERENT PEOPLE HERE IN AUSTRALIA, FROM ALL OVER THE WORLD. FIRST UP ALLOW ME TO INTRODUCE THE BULGARIAN NATIONAL TEAM MASCOTS" There was a roar from the Bulgarian supporters as a hundred or so Veela came gliding out. As the Veela started dancing every man in the stadium started to act crazy. Everyone except for Draco. Instead of listening and watching the Veela, he was listening to the soothing voice of Charisma. Somehow her voice could outdo the Veela so he was the only guy not being under their spell. The music stopped and the crowd went wild. Some of anger, some of joy. Draco looked at Charisma. "How did you do that?" "Do what?" asked Charisma in a fake voice. "You kept me sane. It's your voice, what are you?" "My great-grandmother was a Siren. I get it from her." "Does that mean you've had me under a love spell all this time?" "I promise you no..." assured Charisma. "Wait...you love me?" "Of course I do Charisma. You're fantastic. Funny, smart, devil in disguise. Not to forget you're beautiful" Draco took Charisma's hands. "I love you Charisma" Charisma shed a tear and kissed Draco. "I love you too" "NOW SINCE WE HAVE THOSE VEELA OFF THE FIELD IT IS TIME TO INTRODUCE THE AUSTRALIAN MASCOTS" interrupted the commentator. The crowd cheered even louder than before. And out jumped some funny looking bunyips. "GRRRRRRR" screamed the Bunyips and the Veela ran and hid. The Bunyips then faced the audience and started acting stupid. Making the whole stadium burst into fits of laughter. "HAHA, THANK-YOU, OH MY GOD, THANK-YOU BUNYIPS" The Bunyips bounced off the field crazily. With the crowd cheering. "NOW LADIES AND GENTLEMEN PLEASE WELCOME - THE BULGARIAN NATIONAL QUIDDITCH TEAM! I GIVE YOU - CIVISIC!" A guy zoomed about as a blurred scarlet dot as the Bulgarian supporters went crazy. "IVANOVA! LEVSKI! RINGETTE! VOLKOV! ZOGRAF! AAAAND YOUR SEEKER - KRUM!" The crowd burst out in applause as 7 players in scarlet flew with great speed across the stadium. "AND NOW SAY A WARM G'DAY TO THE HOME SIDE. AUSTRALIA PRESENTS - CLARKE!" Loud cheers filled the stadium. "COLENSO! COOK! STAGGARD! MANGAN! THORNTON! AAAND THE FANTASTIC SEEKER EYCK!" There was a howling applause from the crowd. "AND HERE, FROM ENGLAND, OUR REFEREE, MS. HAWTHORN" A young girl with brown hair wearing robes of black came out with a polished silver whistle around her neck. A crate under one of her arms. "I thought the referee's uniform was gold" whispered Charisma in Draco's ear. "They usually are, but because Australia's colours are green and gold it's a different story" informed Draco. Charisma nodded. The referee kicked the crate while on the broomstick, and the Quaffle, 2 Bludgers and the golden snitch erupted out of it. The crowd gasped. "AND THEY'RE OFF" started the commentator. "COLENSO HAS THE QUAFFLE, OH JUST MISSED THE BLUDGER, TO MANGAN NOW AND SHE SCORES. 10, NEIL AUSSIES INFRONT!" Hermione walked passed Charisma and Draco and headed towards the toilets. "When you're ready baby" Charisma kissed Draco and he stood up. "I'll miss you" whispered Draco and followed the innocent Hermione.
"Hey babe, what's up?" the guy in FF5 started hitting on Charisma. "Don't even think about it." Charisma flicked her wand "*Silenzio! *" The guy tried to say something, but couldn't. Charisma had muted him.
Meanwhile, Draco and Hermione were making out in the disabled toilets. Hermione was enjoying every minute of it. Draco tried to pretend it was Charisma, but everything was so different. Charisma kissed with more passion and as she did, they'd explore each other. One of Hermione's problems was that she had watched too many Romance movies and thinking that's how it worked. Another is that when she kissed it was like she was eating Draco's face off. She also tried too hard. Draco could've written a 1,000+-word essay about how bad she was. Draco slipped Hermione's skirt off to reveal the underwear that Charisma had chosen. 'Well least, Hermione has some taste in clothes' thought Draco, not knowing that Charisma was the one the picked them. "Nice underwear," complimented Draco. "Thanks, Charisma picked them," said Hermione in-between kisses. 'Typical' thought Draco, as he slipped her underwear off. "Ready?" "But your pants aren't even down" said Hermione crazily. "Gee, Hermione" Draco pushed his index finger up into her. "Ah" cried Hermione. "That's cold" "Just enjoy this while it lasts."
Back at the game Eyck and Krum were fighting to get to the Snitch. The scores were level and Eyck and Krum were head to head at the Snitch. The snitch was going straight towards the VIP section. As it got 2 metres from the crowd Krum pulled up as Eyck caught the Snitch a metre away from Charisma and braked. "AND EYCK HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH! AUSTRALIA HAS WON THE QUIDDITCH WORLD CUP FOR THE SECOND TIME IN A ROW!" The stadium shook as the crowd thundered with cheers and applause. "WHAT AN AMAZING GAME. NECK-TO-NECK ALL THE WAY. AND FINISHING WITH AUSTRALIA 200 TO BULGARIA 50"
By this time Draco was cleaning up, "You'd better hurry up. Sounds like the game has finished" He ran out and left Hermione sitting on the sink.
"Who won?" asked Draco as he reached Charisma. "The Aussies!" "What's wrong with him?" asked Draco looking at the guy sitting next to her. "Oh Shit!" Charisma clicked her fingers and the guy's voice came back. "You crazy bitch!" yelled the guy. Charisma turned to face him and had Draco's evil stare behind her. "What was that?" asked Charisma sarcastically. "Nothing," the boy looked the other way. While Hermione walked down the aisle to her seat. "What took you so long 'Mione?" asked Ron. "You missed so much!" "Sorry didn't feel to good," lied Hermione. "So you don't want to stay for the party?" asked Harry. "Oh, I'm feeling better now," said Hermione. "Well let's go, I don't want Charisma near Malfoy anymore," said Harry. Harry, Ron and Hermione got Charisma and left.
"Krum, how have you been?" Harry gave Krum one of those 'guy' hugs. "Yeah OK," smiled Krum, "Hermione, Ron how are you?" "Good," they both said together. "And who's this heavenly beauty?" asked Krum looking at Charisma. "Charisma Cruise," smiled Charisma. "Pleased to meet you," Charisma placed out her hand to shake, Krum took her hand and kissed it. "The pleasure must be mine" "Charisma, Viktor Krum. Viktor my girlfriend Charisma," interrupted Harry. "So what happened to the game Viktor?" asked Charisma innocently. "Oh, just bad luck" shrugged Krum. Krum tried to change the subject. "Want a drink?" "Yeah sure," said Harry. "Yes please," smiled Hermione. "Whatever," shrugged Ron. "Alcoholic?" asked Charisma. "I'm sure there'll be some" Krum went into the Kitchen. "I'll go help" insisted Charisma and followed Krum. Harry, Ron and Hermione looked around the room for some where to sit. Half of the Australian team were already smashed out of their minds and three quarters of the Bulgarian team were too. "Oh, couch" spotted Hermione and they half ran half-walked over to the couch and sat down.
"So how long have you been with Potter?" asked Krum. "Dunno" said Charisma searching the cupboard. "Do you have any Sambuca?" "Should be somewhere in there" "Oh found it!" Charisma turned around with a bottle of Sambuca in her hands. "You didn't really come here to pour drinks did you?" "Yes I did" protested Krum. Charisma looked at the kitchen bench, which was clear. Krum looked to where he was standing. "OK, I didn't" "I must say, for a man from Bulgaria, you're English is pretty good" "Thank-you" Krum leaned into Charisma and kissed her. She kissed him back. "Maybe we need a room," insisted Charisma and they went upstairs into a spare room. Charisma and Krum kissed and kissed. Krum started feeling her up. It was interrupted when there was a bang and a crash coming from downstairs. "We better see what it is," said Charisma pushing Krum away. "Do we have to?" asked Krum upset. "Yes!" Charisma approached the door. "Not a word to anyone!" Krum pretended to zip up his lips. "Not a peep!"
It was Saturday morning, 6:00am. 2 hours before the Quidditch match and there was a knock on Charisma's door. "Come in" called Charisma from her wardrobe. "Hey," it was Draco. "Hey Baby" Charisma changed her attitude. "What are you doing?" "Oh, I'm about to have a shower, you wanna join me?" "Yeah, OK"
Draco and Charisma were making out in the shower. "What brought you up here?" asked Charisma in-between kisses. "I needed something good before I had to fuck *her*" Charisma giggled and pushed Malfoy up against the wall. "Now, now. You know the deal. And I can't break it!" "Baby, don't" "Go on...Out! The towels just there. I'm the dessert," Charisma pashed him strongly. As Malfoy closed the door behind him, Charisma started singing "Killing me Softly." 'Damn she has a beautiful voice' thought Draco. And it was beautiful. Her voice melted someone's heart like chocolate melting in your mouth on a hot summer's day.
"What do you think?" Charisma came out of the bathroom and modeled her clothes. "Wow! You look great!" complimented Draco. "Why aren't wearing robes?" "Didn't want to!" smiled Charisma. She was wearing tight black leather pants, black boots, a low-cut red top, a black leather jacket and a red hat. "You smell great," Draco was standing face to face with Charisma by then. They kissed. "Ah, No" Charisma pushed them apart. "Can't wreck the lipstick." "I should go get ready" Draco walked to the door. "See you later, my fair princess" Charisma waved as Draco walked out the door.
"Knock! Knock!" said Charisma as she knocked at Harry's door. "Yeah, come in." Charisma walked in. "Wow! You look beautiful" Harry's jaw was wide open. "Close that mouth before you start catching flies," laughed Charisma. Harry approached Charisma and kissed her. "You're going to be great tonight" "Harry, how are we going to get there?" asked Charisma. "The scenic way!"
"We're going by broom?" Charisma's mouth dropped. "Yep" Harry and Charisma got onto his highly maintenance ThunderSwift, the newest, fastest broom of the year. "We're going to Australia by broom?" asked Hermione as her and Ron walked in. "We're going to the Portkey first. Jump on behind me Hermione," Hermione got onto the broom behind Ron, feeling a little uncomfortable.
"G'day!" approached a young wizard, as Charisma, Harry, Hermione and Ron arrived in Australia. He was blonde, blue eyes, cute, the surf type. "Yes, how do we get to our seats?" Harry showed him their tickets. "Ahh, VIP" The Australian waved his wand and next thing they knew Hermione, Ron, Harry and Charisma were standing at the top of the VIP box. The stadium was enormous, a lot bigger than the one in England. It was ¾ full but they still had 15 minutes to go. "Your seats are down there, while one is up here" the usher pointed out. "Come sit with us, for a while Charisma" directed Harry and they took their seats with Charisma on Harry's knee. "Excuse me?" "Yes?" the usher turned around. "Can you please tell me when the person sitting in FF7 arrives?" asked Harry. "Sure," and the usher moved away. "Is that boy in FF5 going to be any competition?" asked Harry moving his hand along Charisma's thigh. "Of course not baby," Charisma looked at the boy. It was the one they met when they arrived. "Umm..Excuse me, Mr. Potter" "Yes?" Harry looked at the Usher. "The man sitting in FF7 is here" "Thanks" Harry gave him a tip, and the usher left. Harry and the others turned around to where Charisma was going to be sitting. "Malfoy," gritted Ron. "Charisma honey, maybe we should swap seats" Harry suggested. "I'll go there," insisted Hermione. Ron and Harry turned to Hermione, "No!" "It's OK Harry," urged Charisma. "It's Malfoy, not like anything is going to happen. You should be more worried about the guy in FF5!" giggled Charisma. "Oh, you have a point. You'd be a loser to like Malfoy!" Charisma pushed Harry's leg hard as she got up. "Ow...Charisma!" "Ooh...Sorry Harry" Charisma kissed Harry on the cheek and went to her seat. "Miss Cruise good to see you here" smirked Draco. "Same to you!" Charisma smiled and placed her hand on Draco's leg.
"LADIES, GENTLEMEN AND ANYTHING INBETWEEN WELCOME TO THE GRAND FINAL QUIDDITCH MATCH OF AUSTRALIA VS. BULGARIA!" The crowd roared in response to the heavily Australian-accented commentator. The stadium was now Full House and there was about Five- hundred thousand people there. "IT IS GREAT TO SEE SO MANY DIFFERENT PEOPLE HERE IN AUSTRALIA, FROM ALL OVER THE WORLD. FIRST UP ALLOW ME TO INTRODUCE THE BULGARIAN NATIONAL TEAM MASCOTS" There was a roar from the Bulgarian supporters as a hundred or so Veela came gliding out. As the Veela started dancing every man in the stadium started to act crazy. Everyone except for Draco. Instead of listening and watching the Veela, he was listening to the soothing voice of Charisma. Somehow her voice could outdo the Veela so he was the only guy not being under their spell. The music stopped and the crowd went wild. Some of anger, some of joy. Draco looked at Charisma. "How did you do that?" "Do what?" asked Charisma in a fake voice. "You kept me sane. It's your voice, what are you?" "My great-grandmother was a Siren. I get it from her." "Does that mean you've had me under a love spell all this time?" "I promise you no..." assured Charisma. "Wait...you love me?" "Of course I do Charisma. You're fantastic. Funny, smart, devil in disguise. Not to forget you're beautiful" Draco took Charisma's hands. "I love you Charisma" Charisma shed a tear and kissed Draco. "I love you too" "NOW SINCE WE HAVE THOSE VEELA OFF THE FIELD IT IS TIME TO INTRODUCE THE AUSTRALIAN MASCOTS" interrupted the commentator. The crowd cheered even louder than before. And out jumped some funny looking bunyips. "GRRRRRRR" screamed the Bunyips and the Veela ran and hid. The Bunyips then faced the audience and started acting stupid. Making the whole stadium burst into fits of laughter. "HAHA, THANK-YOU, OH MY GOD, THANK-YOU BUNYIPS" The Bunyips bounced off the field crazily. With the crowd cheering. "NOW LADIES AND GENTLEMEN PLEASE WELCOME - THE BULGARIAN NATIONAL QUIDDITCH TEAM! I GIVE YOU - CIVISIC!" A guy zoomed about as a blurred scarlet dot as the Bulgarian supporters went crazy. "IVANOVA! LEVSKI! RINGETTE! VOLKOV! ZOGRAF! AAAAND YOUR SEEKER - KRUM!" The crowd burst out in applause as 7 players in scarlet flew with great speed across the stadium. "AND NOW SAY A WARM G'DAY TO THE HOME SIDE. AUSTRALIA PRESENTS - CLARKE!" Loud cheers filled the stadium. "COLENSO! COOK! STAGGARD! MANGAN! THORNTON! AAAND THE FANTASTIC SEEKER EYCK!" There was a howling applause from the crowd. "AND HERE, FROM ENGLAND, OUR REFEREE, MS. HAWTHORN" A young girl with brown hair wearing robes of black came out with a polished silver whistle around her neck. A crate under one of her arms. "I thought the referee's uniform was gold" whispered Charisma in Draco's ear. "They usually are, but because Australia's colours are green and gold it's a different story" informed Draco. Charisma nodded. The referee kicked the crate while on the broomstick, and the Quaffle, 2 Bludgers and the golden snitch erupted out of it. The crowd gasped. "AND THEY'RE OFF" started the commentator. "COLENSO HAS THE QUAFFLE, OH JUST MISSED THE BLUDGER, TO MANGAN NOW AND SHE SCORES. 10, NEIL AUSSIES INFRONT!" Hermione walked passed Charisma and Draco and headed towards the toilets. "When you're ready baby" Charisma kissed Draco and he stood up. "I'll miss you" whispered Draco and followed the innocent Hermione.
"Hey babe, what's up?" the guy in FF5 started hitting on Charisma. "Don't even think about it." Charisma flicked her wand "*Silenzio! *" The guy tried to say something, but couldn't. Charisma had muted him.
Meanwhile, Draco and Hermione were making out in the disabled toilets. Hermione was enjoying every minute of it. Draco tried to pretend it was Charisma, but everything was so different. Charisma kissed with more passion and as she did, they'd explore each other. One of Hermione's problems was that she had watched too many Romance movies and thinking that's how it worked. Another is that when she kissed it was like she was eating Draco's face off. She also tried too hard. Draco could've written a 1,000+-word essay about how bad she was. Draco slipped Hermione's skirt off to reveal the underwear that Charisma had chosen. 'Well least, Hermione has some taste in clothes' thought Draco, not knowing that Charisma was the one the picked them. "Nice underwear," complimented Draco. "Thanks, Charisma picked them," said Hermione in-between kisses. 'Typical' thought Draco, as he slipped her underwear off. "Ready?" "But your pants aren't even down" said Hermione crazily. "Gee, Hermione" Draco pushed his index finger up into her. "Ah" cried Hermione. "That's cold" "Just enjoy this while it lasts."
Back at the game Eyck and Krum were fighting to get to the Snitch. The scores were level and Eyck and Krum were head to head at the Snitch. The snitch was going straight towards the VIP section. As it got 2 metres from the crowd Krum pulled up as Eyck caught the Snitch a metre away from Charisma and braked. "AND EYCK HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH! AUSTRALIA HAS WON THE QUIDDITCH WORLD CUP FOR THE SECOND TIME IN A ROW!" The stadium shook as the crowd thundered with cheers and applause. "WHAT AN AMAZING GAME. NECK-TO-NECK ALL THE WAY. AND FINISHING WITH AUSTRALIA 200 TO BULGARIA 50"
By this time Draco was cleaning up, "You'd better hurry up. Sounds like the game has finished" He ran out and left Hermione sitting on the sink.
"Who won?" asked Draco as he reached Charisma. "The Aussies!" "What's wrong with him?" asked Draco looking at the guy sitting next to her. "Oh Shit!" Charisma clicked her fingers and the guy's voice came back. "You crazy bitch!" yelled the guy. Charisma turned to face him and had Draco's evil stare behind her. "What was that?" asked Charisma sarcastically. "Nothing," the boy looked the other way. While Hermione walked down the aisle to her seat. "What took you so long 'Mione?" asked Ron. "You missed so much!" "Sorry didn't feel to good," lied Hermione. "So you don't want to stay for the party?" asked Harry. "Oh, I'm feeling better now," said Hermione. "Well let's go, I don't want Charisma near Malfoy anymore," said Harry. Harry, Ron and Hermione got Charisma and left.
"Krum, how have you been?" Harry gave Krum one of those 'guy' hugs. "Yeah OK," smiled Krum, "Hermione, Ron how are you?" "Good," they both said together. "And who's this heavenly beauty?" asked Krum looking at Charisma. "Charisma Cruise," smiled Charisma. "Pleased to meet you," Charisma placed out her hand to shake, Krum took her hand and kissed it. "The pleasure must be mine" "Charisma, Viktor Krum. Viktor my girlfriend Charisma," interrupted Harry. "So what happened to the game Viktor?" asked Charisma innocently. "Oh, just bad luck" shrugged Krum. Krum tried to change the subject. "Want a drink?" "Yeah sure," said Harry. "Yes please," smiled Hermione. "Whatever," shrugged Ron. "Alcoholic?" asked Charisma. "I'm sure there'll be some" Krum went into the Kitchen. "I'll go help" insisted Charisma and followed Krum. Harry, Ron and Hermione looked around the room for some where to sit. Half of the Australian team were already smashed out of their minds and three quarters of the Bulgarian team were too. "Oh, couch" spotted Hermione and they half ran half-walked over to the couch and sat down.
"So how long have you been with Potter?" asked Krum. "Dunno" said Charisma searching the cupboard. "Do you have any Sambuca?" "Should be somewhere in there" "Oh found it!" Charisma turned around with a bottle of Sambuca in her hands. "You didn't really come here to pour drinks did you?" "Yes I did" protested Krum. Charisma looked at the kitchen bench, which was clear. Krum looked to where he was standing. "OK, I didn't" "I must say, for a man from Bulgaria, you're English is pretty good" "Thank-you" Krum leaned into Charisma and kissed her. She kissed him back. "Maybe we need a room," insisted Charisma and they went upstairs into a spare room. Charisma and Krum kissed and kissed. Krum started feeling her up. It was interrupted when there was a bang and a crash coming from downstairs. "We better see what it is," said Charisma pushing Krum away. "Do we have to?" asked Krum upset. "Yes!" Charisma approached the door. "Not a word to anyone!" Krum pretended to zip up his lips. "Not a peep!"