The lunch bell rang and everyone shuffled out of the classroom eager to get to the Great Hall, but not me. Instead I headed up to the common room to meet Chelsie. When I got there I found her, sitting on the couch. "Hi." She turned her head towards me, but didn't say a thing. "So what is it that you wanted to tell me?" I sat next to her and she scooted closer to me.
"You remember the scar on my arm the one that..." She paused for a moment, making sure no one entered the room when she said it. "...Voldemort gave me?" I nodded. "Well, Dumbledore says that, the reason why you can't be killed is because when..." She paused again. "...Voldemort gave me the scar he binded us together. You can't die as long as i'm alive."
Another piece of my past had been unlocked. "That's good to know."
"But there's a catch."
"Oh great."
"The more we're torn apart the weaker the bond becomes."
That explained everything. "So that's why Draco's been so determined to keep us away from each other."
"Exactly." She scooted closer almost to the point where she was almost sitting on top of me.
"You're sitting awfully close to me."
"Is that a bad thing?" The next thing I new Chelsie was driving her tongue into my mouth and we found ourselves in the middle of an extremely steamy makeout session. I could feel her hand move down and grasp onto my belt buckle. Just as she had unfastened it and was about to slowly make her way down into my trousers the door flew opened.
"OH GOD!" Ron threw his arm over his eyes. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'll just quietly get my Divination homework and leave. Please continue. Don't mind me."
"Oh shut up Ron." Chelsie moved herself back to her side of the couch as I pulled myself together. "You act like you've never seen to people making out."
He placed his arm back down at his side. "You call that making out? Her hand was half way down your trousers!"
"Was not."
"Was too."
"Well trust me nothing's going to happen now thanks to you!"
"Well excuse me!"
"Maybe later Harry. I'm going to lunch I'm starving!" With that she got up and left.
"Did you and Chelsie even talk? I bet you didn't. I bet she used the You-Know-Who story just to get into your pants! She wants you man."
"Very funny Ron. Actually the Voldemort story was true. I found out he can't touch me as long as Chelsie's alive."
"Why is that? What does she have to do with You-Know-Who?"
I then remembered that Ron didn't know anything about Chelsie being Voldemort's daughter, I had to choose my words wisely. "He um...he's her really crazy great great uncle. Yeah."
"I'd hate having him for an Uncle. Well i'm going back downstairs. You coming?" I nodded and the two of us headed downstairs to join the rest of the school. Little did we know trouble was already arising.
[2 Be Continued]
"You remember the scar on my arm the one that..." She paused for a moment, making sure no one entered the room when she said it. "...Voldemort gave me?" I nodded. "Well, Dumbledore says that, the reason why you can't be killed is because when..." She paused again. "...Voldemort gave me the scar he binded us together. You can't die as long as i'm alive."
Another piece of my past had been unlocked. "That's good to know."
"But there's a catch."
"Oh great."
"The more we're torn apart the weaker the bond becomes."
That explained everything. "So that's why Draco's been so determined to keep us away from each other."
"Exactly." She scooted closer almost to the point where she was almost sitting on top of me.
"You're sitting awfully close to me."
"Is that a bad thing?" The next thing I new Chelsie was driving her tongue into my mouth and we found ourselves in the middle of an extremely steamy makeout session. I could feel her hand move down and grasp onto my belt buckle. Just as she had unfastened it and was about to slowly make her way down into my trousers the door flew opened.
"OH GOD!" Ron threw his arm over his eyes. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'll just quietly get my Divination homework and leave. Please continue. Don't mind me."
"Oh shut up Ron." Chelsie moved herself back to her side of the couch as I pulled myself together. "You act like you've never seen to people making out."
He placed his arm back down at his side. "You call that making out? Her hand was half way down your trousers!"
"Was not."
"Was too."
"Well trust me nothing's going to happen now thanks to you!"
"Well excuse me!"
"Maybe later Harry. I'm going to lunch I'm starving!" With that she got up and left.
"Did you and Chelsie even talk? I bet you didn't. I bet she used the You-Know-Who story just to get into your pants! She wants you man."
"Very funny Ron. Actually the Voldemort story was true. I found out he can't touch me as long as Chelsie's alive."
"Why is that? What does she have to do with You-Know-Who?"
I then remembered that Ron didn't know anything about Chelsie being Voldemort's daughter, I had to choose my words wisely. "He um...he's her really crazy great great uncle. Yeah."
"I'd hate having him for an Uncle. Well i'm going back downstairs. You coming?" I nodded and the two of us headed downstairs to join the rest of the school. Little did we know trouble was already arising.
[2 Be Continued]