"You bloody asshole" yelled Ron as he went to punch Draco, but missed
Charisma got down the stairs and straight away knew the situation. As Harry
ran into the room he got hold of Ron, while Charisma got a hold of Draco
and gave him to Krum.
"What's the matter Weasel? You need Scarhead to do your battles for you?"
yelled Draco, trying to push away from Krum.
Charisma saw Hermione on the otherside of the kitchen and went up to her.
"What fucking happened Hermione?"
"Well, Draco and I were kissing and Ron walked in on us and totally cracked
it" said Hermione shakily. "They then started fighting and then you and
Harry came in and... Oh" Hermione hugged Charisma.
"It's OK Hermione, it's OK!" comforted Charisma. She looked up at Harry, "I
think we should go."
"OK" nodded Harry. They thanked Krum, and left.
They got back to Hogwarts at about 7:00pm. Ron didn't look at Hermione and wouldn't listen to her apologies. "Oh come on Ron," cried Hermione. Ron looked at Charisma and Harry. "I think I'm going to have a rest" and with that he went to his room. "I'm going to follow him. Goodnight love," said Harry kissing Charisma on the cheek. "Hermione" Harry nodded to Hermione, with utter disgust and went after Ron. "What did I do Charisma, What did I do?" Hermione cried in Charisma's arms. "Oh Hermione, they just don't understand. Don't worry about them though! If they can't accept that you like Malfoy and that you are sort-of together, then they aren't real friends" "But..." stuttered Hermione. "No buts about it Hermione!" said Charisma. "Yeah! You're right Charisma!" Hermione stopped crying and walked off. Charisma smiled to herself. 'Part 1 accomplished' she thought.
"Harry, Ron" Charisma knocked on the boy's dormitory door. "Come in" came Harry's voice from inside. "I really don't want to say this to you, but Hermione said that she doesn't care what you think and that she loves Malfoy. And that you're not really good friends because you don't support her" "Oh she wants to play it like that does she?" said Harry furiously. "Oh and that she's fucked him on more than one occasion" Charisma included. "That's it! Hermione Granger can go get fucked!...Though not literally" Ron stood up. "Did she actually say that?" "Well, she actually said 'and tell them I've had sex with him on more that one occasion' but you know that ain't my lingo" corrected Charisma. They all put their hands together. "Fuck Hermione!"
Through the hour, Ron, Harry and Charisma shared stories and jokes. "I should go now," said Charisma getting up. "Actually Ron, do you mind?" asked Harry, grabbing Charisma's arm. Ron looked at Harry. "Oh all right!" and Ron trudged out the door. Harry pulled Charisma onto him. "Now, now...we can't have this fight interrupt our night, now can we?" "What did you have in mind?" asked Charisma cheekily.
It was 9:00 and Charisma looked up at the sky, as she lay on the soft ground. Wow did the night look splendid. The stars shone brightly and there was no sound to be heard. The full moon cast its reflection on the lake and the air was warm. "When you don't want to be found, you're hard to find" Malfoy stood over Charisma. "Is there a particular reason for that?" Charisma wrapped her legs around his which brought him to his knees, "Not really." Draco rolled himself next to her. "They're glowing brightly tonight, aren't they?" Charisma snuggled up to him. "Yeah...some one else could be glowing too..." "Are you suggesting what I think you are Miss Cruise?" "It depends if Mr. Snake wants it or not" Charisma kissed Draco's neck. Draco was already going hard. "Oh he wants it" He got on top of her and unzipped her pants. "More nice lingerie" he teased. Charisma giggled. "Do you like them?" "Not when they're on I don't" Draco pulled her underwear off with his teeth. Draco started kissing Charisma's thighs and made his way up. Charisma's wand started releasing purple sparks. "Oh Shit, I have to go!" Charisma pushed Draco off. "But why, we were just getting started." "I'll make it up to you! I promise." She kissed him. In less than 5 minutes she had left, while Malfoy pulled his pants back on and gazed back up at the stars.
"Yes Professor Dumbledore?" Charisma sat in the chair opposite Dumbledore. "I'm sorry to call for you at this time of night" Dumbledore aplogised. "Oh, that's OK. I was only studying" "I just wanted to know if everything was OK. Are you liking it here?" "Oh yes, thank-you for asking." "There is also another thing," sounding a little worried. Charisma leaned forward. "Yes?" she asked innocently. "Grace, has fallen very ill." Dumbledore started going teary-eyed. "So I must go see how she is doing." Grace was Charisma's best friend and Dumbledore's niece. "But why?" asked Charisma breaking down. "Professor McGonagall is coming with me, so I need you to look after the class for the first 5 minutes on Monday, until the fill-in arrives." "Can't I come, please?" cried Charisma. Fawkes saw how upset she was and embraced her with its wings. "No, it'll be too devastating for her and you. They have her in a Muggle hospital" "A Muggle hospital? Why?" "She has come down with a Muggle disease that we haven't heard of in the Wizarding world. Nothing here can help us. It is up to the Muggle wizards now" "This can't be happening...Please! This isn't happening," Charisma stood up. "I'm sorry, but it is and they don't think she's going to make it" remarked Dumbledore, and with that Charisma stormed out.
Charisma ran outside, hoping to find Draco. He was still lying on the grass. "Oh Draco" she cried, and embraced him tightly. "Charisma, what's wrong?" Draco wiped the tears from Charisma's face with his sleeve. "My best friend is really sick, and they think she's going to die." "It's OK Charisma," comforted Draco. "Not it's not. It's fucking not, my best friend..." Charisma cried until she fell asleep. Draco carried her up into her room, and fell asleep next to her.
All through Sunday, Charisma stayed in her room. Everyone in the school knew why.
"Now everyone," Charisma looked at everyone's faces staring blankly at her. "Professor McGonagall isn't here for today, so just stay quiet until our fill-in teacher arrives," as Charisma walked back to her seat everyone looked at her. No one dared to say a word. 5 minutes later the door opened, and this young, girl with black hair walked into the classroom. "Morning everyone, I am Miss Wood. And today I am looking after your class. I believe you all know what to go on with?" The class groaned. "Great! Well if you need anything, I'm just up here," Miss Wood smiled a friendly smile and started working on her books, magically. "Look at her up there" whispered Ron to Harry. "She's cool as!" "To old for you, Mr. Weasley!" joked Harry.
At breaktime Harry and Ron went up to Charisma. "Umm...Charisma?" "Yes?" Charisma turned around. "Do you want to talk about any of this?" asked Harry kindly. "No, I don't. And please let everyone else know that. If you need me for any other *important* issues, I'll be in the Library." And with that Charisma left.
It was dinnertime when Charisma's snow owl, Belle, flew in with a letter. "It's a letter from Dumbledore," she slowly opened it, while Harry, Ron and Hermione all stared at the letter. "Dear Charisma, I will not be at the school for the rest of the week, because Grace's condition has gotten worse. Professor McGonagall should arrive later tonight. Sincerely, Albus Dumbledore."
Charisma folded the letter and put it back into the envelope. She looked at the others. "Don't ask," she said as she fed Belle a piece of chicken. Harry, Ron and Hermione stared down at their plate. Each knowing it was bad news.
Everything went pretty slow that week and Charisma was too scared to ask Professor McGonagall how bad it really was. The only time people saw her was during classes and when it was time to eat. Otherwise she was in her room and the only person that was there was Draco. He was with Charisma 24/7. He truly loved her, and would die if he had to marry some one else. He was going to ring his father after this all cleared up. He was going to let him know what he really felt and that Charisma was the one for him.
"Excuse me Professor Snape" Charisma approached the tall dark haired man one day, after class. "Yes Ms Cruise?" Professor Snape turned around slowly. "I was wondering if there is a potion to bring people back to life?" Snape chuckled, "There is but it's only temporary, and it usually has some sort of consequences." Charisma pondered for a moment, "What about something to fix illnesses?" Snape finally clicked. "Charisma it won't work." "What won't Professor?" asked Charisma innocently. "You want to heal your friend before she dies" Snape's lips curled. "So..." "Any witchcraft or wizardry cannot fix a Muggle-born illness." Charisma's eyes fired, "You weak fucking bustard" and she stormed off.
Charisma listened to one of her and Grace's favourite songs over and over again softly as she wept and cursed Snape in her bedroom. "Charisma it's not his fault" whispered Draco putting his arm around her. Charisma paused and looked out from her teary eyes, "You're right...It's the all the muggles fault. Them Fucking disease carrying muggles." 'Not the response I was looking for' thought Draco as he comforted her in his arms. Draco softly moved Charisma off of him. "You know what Charisma, you're right," he stood up tall. "Everything is the muggles fault and that's why I was brought up to hate them. Their diseases killed my grandfather and I will put up with this no more."
On the Friday night, at about 8:00pm, Belle brought Charisma a letter. It was a purple envelope with fancy black writing on the front. It was from Dumbledore. Charisma scanned the room for Draco, he was no where to be seen. But she saw and felt Harry, Ron and Hermione's gaze on her. She slowly and carefully opened the letter. It read:
"Dear Charisma,
They got back to Hogwarts at about 7:00pm. Ron didn't look at Hermione and wouldn't listen to her apologies. "Oh come on Ron," cried Hermione. Ron looked at Charisma and Harry. "I think I'm going to have a rest" and with that he went to his room. "I'm going to follow him. Goodnight love," said Harry kissing Charisma on the cheek. "Hermione" Harry nodded to Hermione, with utter disgust and went after Ron. "What did I do Charisma, What did I do?" Hermione cried in Charisma's arms. "Oh Hermione, they just don't understand. Don't worry about them though! If they can't accept that you like Malfoy and that you are sort-of together, then they aren't real friends" "But..." stuttered Hermione. "No buts about it Hermione!" said Charisma. "Yeah! You're right Charisma!" Hermione stopped crying and walked off. Charisma smiled to herself. 'Part 1 accomplished' she thought.
"Harry, Ron" Charisma knocked on the boy's dormitory door. "Come in" came Harry's voice from inside. "I really don't want to say this to you, but Hermione said that she doesn't care what you think and that she loves Malfoy. And that you're not really good friends because you don't support her" "Oh she wants to play it like that does she?" said Harry furiously. "Oh and that she's fucked him on more than one occasion" Charisma included. "That's it! Hermione Granger can go get fucked!...Though not literally" Ron stood up. "Did she actually say that?" "Well, she actually said 'and tell them I've had sex with him on more that one occasion' but you know that ain't my lingo" corrected Charisma. They all put their hands together. "Fuck Hermione!"
Through the hour, Ron, Harry and Charisma shared stories and jokes. "I should go now," said Charisma getting up. "Actually Ron, do you mind?" asked Harry, grabbing Charisma's arm. Ron looked at Harry. "Oh all right!" and Ron trudged out the door. Harry pulled Charisma onto him. "Now, now...we can't have this fight interrupt our night, now can we?" "What did you have in mind?" asked Charisma cheekily.
It was 9:00 and Charisma looked up at the sky, as she lay on the soft ground. Wow did the night look splendid. The stars shone brightly and there was no sound to be heard. The full moon cast its reflection on the lake and the air was warm. "When you don't want to be found, you're hard to find" Malfoy stood over Charisma. "Is there a particular reason for that?" Charisma wrapped her legs around his which brought him to his knees, "Not really." Draco rolled himself next to her. "They're glowing brightly tonight, aren't they?" Charisma snuggled up to him. "Yeah...some one else could be glowing too..." "Are you suggesting what I think you are Miss Cruise?" "It depends if Mr. Snake wants it or not" Charisma kissed Draco's neck. Draco was already going hard. "Oh he wants it" He got on top of her and unzipped her pants. "More nice lingerie" he teased. Charisma giggled. "Do you like them?" "Not when they're on I don't" Draco pulled her underwear off with his teeth. Draco started kissing Charisma's thighs and made his way up. Charisma's wand started releasing purple sparks. "Oh Shit, I have to go!" Charisma pushed Draco off. "But why, we were just getting started." "I'll make it up to you! I promise." She kissed him. In less than 5 minutes she had left, while Malfoy pulled his pants back on and gazed back up at the stars.
"Yes Professor Dumbledore?" Charisma sat in the chair opposite Dumbledore. "I'm sorry to call for you at this time of night" Dumbledore aplogised. "Oh, that's OK. I was only studying" "I just wanted to know if everything was OK. Are you liking it here?" "Oh yes, thank-you for asking." "There is also another thing," sounding a little worried. Charisma leaned forward. "Yes?" she asked innocently. "Grace, has fallen very ill." Dumbledore started going teary-eyed. "So I must go see how she is doing." Grace was Charisma's best friend and Dumbledore's niece. "But why?" asked Charisma breaking down. "Professor McGonagall is coming with me, so I need you to look after the class for the first 5 minutes on Monday, until the fill-in arrives." "Can't I come, please?" cried Charisma. Fawkes saw how upset she was and embraced her with its wings. "No, it'll be too devastating for her and you. They have her in a Muggle hospital" "A Muggle hospital? Why?" "She has come down with a Muggle disease that we haven't heard of in the Wizarding world. Nothing here can help us. It is up to the Muggle wizards now" "This can't be happening...Please! This isn't happening," Charisma stood up. "I'm sorry, but it is and they don't think she's going to make it" remarked Dumbledore, and with that Charisma stormed out.
Charisma ran outside, hoping to find Draco. He was still lying on the grass. "Oh Draco" she cried, and embraced him tightly. "Charisma, what's wrong?" Draco wiped the tears from Charisma's face with his sleeve. "My best friend is really sick, and they think she's going to die." "It's OK Charisma," comforted Draco. "Not it's not. It's fucking not, my best friend..." Charisma cried until she fell asleep. Draco carried her up into her room, and fell asleep next to her.
All through Sunday, Charisma stayed in her room. Everyone in the school knew why.
"Now everyone," Charisma looked at everyone's faces staring blankly at her. "Professor McGonagall isn't here for today, so just stay quiet until our fill-in teacher arrives," as Charisma walked back to her seat everyone looked at her. No one dared to say a word. 5 minutes later the door opened, and this young, girl with black hair walked into the classroom. "Morning everyone, I am Miss Wood. And today I am looking after your class. I believe you all know what to go on with?" The class groaned. "Great! Well if you need anything, I'm just up here," Miss Wood smiled a friendly smile and started working on her books, magically. "Look at her up there" whispered Ron to Harry. "She's cool as!" "To old for you, Mr. Weasley!" joked Harry.
At breaktime Harry and Ron went up to Charisma. "Umm...Charisma?" "Yes?" Charisma turned around. "Do you want to talk about any of this?" asked Harry kindly. "No, I don't. And please let everyone else know that. If you need me for any other *important* issues, I'll be in the Library." And with that Charisma left.
It was dinnertime when Charisma's snow owl, Belle, flew in with a letter. "It's a letter from Dumbledore," she slowly opened it, while Harry, Ron and Hermione all stared at the letter. "Dear Charisma, I will not be at the school for the rest of the week, because Grace's condition has gotten worse. Professor McGonagall should arrive later tonight. Sincerely, Albus Dumbledore."
Charisma folded the letter and put it back into the envelope. She looked at the others. "Don't ask," she said as she fed Belle a piece of chicken. Harry, Ron and Hermione stared down at their plate. Each knowing it was bad news.
Everything went pretty slow that week and Charisma was too scared to ask Professor McGonagall how bad it really was. The only time people saw her was during classes and when it was time to eat. Otherwise she was in her room and the only person that was there was Draco. He was with Charisma 24/7. He truly loved her, and would die if he had to marry some one else. He was going to ring his father after this all cleared up. He was going to let him know what he really felt and that Charisma was the one for him.
"Excuse me Professor Snape" Charisma approached the tall dark haired man one day, after class. "Yes Ms Cruise?" Professor Snape turned around slowly. "I was wondering if there is a potion to bring people back to life?" Snape chuckled, "There is but it's only temporary, and it usually has some sort of consequences." Charisma pondered for a moment, "What about something to fix illnesses?" Snape finally clicked. "Charisma it won't work." "What won't Professor?" asked Charisma innocently. "You want to heal your friend before she dies" Snape's lips curled. "So..." "Any witchcraft or wizardry cannot fix a Muggle-born illness." Charisma's eyes fired, "You weak fucking bustard" and she stormed off.
Charisma listened to one of her and Grace's favourite songs over and over again softly as she wept and cursed Snape in her bedroom. "Charisma it's not his fault" whispered Draco putting his arm around her. Charisma paused and looked out from her teary eyes, "You're right...It's the all the muggles fault. Them Fucking disease carrying muggles." 'Not the response I was looking for' thought Draco as he comforted her in his arms. Draco softly moved Charisma off of him. "You know what Charisma, you're right," he stood up tall. "Everything is the muggles fault and that's why I was brought up to hate them. Their diseases killed my grandfather and I will put up with this no more."
On the Friday night, at about 8:00pm, Belle brought Charisma a letter. It was a purple envelope with fancy black writing on the front. It was from Dumbledore. Charisma scanned the room for Draco, he was no where to be seen. But she saw and felt Harry, Ron and Hermione's gaze on her. She slowly and carefully opened the letter. It read:
"Dear Charisma,