Disclaimer: No money. No sue. In other words: I don't own it. But, Christine is mine.
Rating: PG-13 for language. And some selective scenes. Don't like. Don't read.
Chapter 1
Diagon Alley was bustling with people when a hooded figure like no other walked through the thresh hold. It seemed to know exactly where it was going. It stopped right outside of Flourish and Blotts. It seemed to pause and take a deep breath. And through the door it walked. It looked as if it was looking for someone. It found that someone. That someone was talking, or rather arguing with, Harry Potter and the other two thirds of the Holy Trio, was Draco Malfoy. But just as it was reaching out to tap him on the shoulder, his father came and grabbed his son's arm rather roughly. The figure grabbed Lucious' wrist and made him let go of his son. "And who the hell do you think you are." yelled Lucious. " Answer me." It never moved. By now Draco was intrigued. No one ever defied his father. Lucious drew his wand. But, before he could do anything, the figure lifted it's hand and his wand flew into the air and out of the store. "You'll pay for that soon." he growled. And with that he set off down the street to look for his run-amok wand. Draco, glad that his father was gone, looked at the figure and approached it. "Who are you?" It raised up it's hands and finally revealed that it was a she. Draco found himself looking down at a girl with short brown hair and honey colored eyes and glasses. Something look familiar to him. Too familiar. Suddenly, it hit him! "Christine????!!!!" "No shit Sherlock." she said sarcastically. Right then Draco knew that it was his best and oldest friend. She was the only one that was as sarcastic as him, good naturedly. He looked at her and then smiled. A true and happy smile. No one had ever seen him do that. All he ever did was smirk. But no, this girl brought out his good side. That side had been locked away for quite a long time. Ever since she had moved away. "You've gotten bigger." he said. "It tends to happen. I'm alot older than five." said Christine. "This is very true." he said with a smirk. "So, uh." stuttered Christine. "You want to go and get something to eat?" she asked. "Sure. Your treat." he smirked. "Cheepskate." she groaned good naturedly. They left behind a very confused Harry Potter, a dumbfounded Ron Weasley, and an amused Hermione Granger.
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Meanwhile, at the Leaky Cauldron, Christine and Draco were sitting in a secluded booth. They were talking in whispers, so that passers by couldn't hear what they were saying. "So what are you doing back? Are you here with your parents?" asked Draco. "Well, uh." she said. "Oh no! Not again! Christine you didn't. " She nodded her head. "I did." she said looking down. Then she started shaking. "Oh, Christine don't cry." he said. She lifted up her head, only to reveal that she was laughing. "You little bugger!" scolded Draco playfully. "What were you arguing with those other people about?" she asked. "Oh, you mean Potter, Weasel and the Mudblood. Nothing you would be interested in, my dear, sweet , baby sister." "Draconis Lei Malfoy! I never want to hear that word from your mouth ever, ever again. Do you understand me???!!!" she scolded. Draco was taken aback by his friend's sudden jump from nice to a lion backed into a corner. Well, first he was taken aback by the sound of his full name. She never called him by that unless she was really pissed at him. "What word?" he asked innocently. But, deep down he knew what word she was talking about. "You know what word I'm talking about." she growled. "Ok, ok. Take a chill pill." he said. "You-" she was cut off by a coughing fit. A look of shear terror crossed Draco's face. He grabbed Christine's bag and frantically searched through it. He looked up at Christine. She was coughing into a hankercheif. He could see vaguely that a little part of it was stained with blood. Finally, he found the frosted blue bottle . He got up and ran to her side and grabbed her . He poured the liqued down her throat and stepped back. Her coughing slowly decreased until, finally, all of the Leaky Cauldron was silent. She was breathing deeply. When her breathing returned to a normal pace, Draco asked: " How long?". "Just a few months." she answered. His face suddenly looked stone cold. He went stiff and ridged. "Let's go." said Christine. "Are you coming to school at Hogwarts?" he asked as they stepped out into the damp evening air of England. "You bet." she answered perkily. "What house?" "Slytherin." another perky answer. "How can you be so happy??!!" he finally said. It was annoying to him that through all of this, she could still be so happy. "I dunno. I've learned to accept it, why can't you?" she suddenly turned stiff. "I'm the one that has to live with it! I'm the one who passes out every two hours. I'm the one that had to give up Quidditch because I kept passing out in mid-air and falling off my broom. Not you! You don't think I'm scared??!! You don't think that I worry about what I'm going to do??? You're wrong!! Just accept it. I did a long time ago!" she ranted. "I..." For once, the Ice Prince was at a loss for words. "You....? You what?! You feel sorry for me?! Is that what you were going to say?! Well don't even say it! I've heard it enough! 'Oh, you poor dear! You have that horrid thing! Can I get you anything? Do you feel OK? Maybe you should go and sleep for a while.' I know that they're trying to be helpful, but I'm tired of being known as the girl with the Cartile disease. I used to be known as the best female Quidditch player my age. I was the smart girl. I was everything every girl dreams of being. And now, I'm on potions day in and day out. I have to get shots every morning. I can't eat beacause I throw up half of my meals. I sleep half the day. My own father doesn't care if I live or die. My mother's dead. My step-mother doesn't give a shit about me. And my little step-brother doesn't know enough aboutit to be worried, bless his heart. I hope he never has to know about all the pain and torment that I am going through." Draco was silent. And then he did something so unexpected..... He acted human. He pulled Christine into a hug. Firm but gintle as if she would break if he pressed too hard. "I'm sorry." he said into wildflower scented hair. They pulled away and continued down the street. What they didn't know, is that eight pairs of eyes were watching them. Six belonged to Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger. The other two belonged to a hooded figure in a dark and drab ally.
Rating: PG-13 for language. And some selective scenes. Don't like. Don't read.
Chapter 1
Diagon Alley was bustling with people when a hooded figure like no other walked through the thresh hold. It seemed to know exactly where it was going. It stopped right outside of Flourish and Blotts. It seemed to pause and take a deep breath. And through the door it walked. It looked as if it was looking for someone. It found that someone. That someone was talking, or rather arguing with, Harry Potter and the other two thirds of the Holy Trio, was Draco Malfoy. But just as it was reaching out to tap him on the shoulder, his father came and grabbed his son's arm rather roughly. The figure grabbed Lucious' wrist and made him let go of his son. "And who the hell do you think you are." yelled Lucious. " Answer me." It never moved. By now Draco was intrigued. No one ever defied his father. Lucious drew his wand. But, before he could do anything, the figure lifted it's hand and his wand flew into the air and out of the store. "You'll pay for that soon." he growled. And with that he set off down the street to look for his run-amok wand. Draco, glad that his father was gone, looked at the figure and approached it. "Who are you?" It raised up it's hands and finally revealed that it was a she. Draco found himself looking down at a girl with short brown hair and honey colored eyes and glasses. Something look familiar to him. Too familiar. Suddenly, it hit him! "Christine????!!!!" "No shit Sherlock." she said sarcastically. Right then Draco knew that it was his best and oldest friend. She was the only one that was as sarcastic as him, good naturedly. He looked at her and then smiled. A true and happy smile. No one had ever seen him do that. All he ever did was smirk. But no, this girl brought out his good side. That side had been locked away for quite a long time. Ever since she had moved away. "You've gotten bigger." he said. "It tends to happen. I'm alot older than five." said Christine. "This is very true." he said with a smirk. "So, uh." stuttered Christine. "You want to go and get something to eat?" she asked. "Sure. Your treat." he smirked. "Cheepskate." she groaned good naturedly. They left behind a very confused Harry Potter, a dumbfounded Ron Weasley, and an amused Hermione Granger.
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Meanwhile, at the Leaky Cauldron, Christine and Draco were sitting in a secluded booth. They were talking in whispers, so that passers by couldn't hear what they were saying. "So what are you doing back? Are you here with your parents?" asked Draco. "Well, uh." she said. "Oh no! Not again! Christine you didn't. " She nodded her head. "I did." she said looking down. Then she started shaking. "Oh, Christine don't cry." he said. She lifted up her head, only to reveal that she was laughing. "You little bugger!" scolded Draco playfully. "What were you arguing with those other people about?" she asked. "Oh, you mean Potter, Weasel and the Mudblood. Nothing you would be interested in, my dear, sweet , baby sister." "Draconis Lei Malfoy! I never want to hear that word from your mouth ever, ever again. Do you understand me???!!!" she scolded. Draco was taken aback by his friend's sudden jump from nice to a lion backed into a corner. Well, first he was taken aback by the sound of his full name. She never called him by that unless she was really pissed at him. "What word?" he asked innocently. But, deep down he knew what word she was talking about. "You know what word I'm talking about." she growled. "Ok, ok. Take a chill pill." he said. "You-" she was cut off by a coughing fit. A look of shear terror crossed Draco's face. He grabbed Christine's bag and frantically searched through it. He looked up at Christine. She was coughing into a hankercheif. He could see vaguely that a little part of it was stained with blood. Finally, he found the frosted blue bottle . He got up and ran to her side and grabbed her . He poured the liqued down her throat and stepped back. Her coughing slowly decreased until, finally, all of the Leaky Cauldron was silent. She was breathing deeply. When her breathing returned to a normal pace, Draco asked: " How long?". "Just a few months." she answered. His face suddenly looked stone cold. He went stiff and ridged. "Let's go." said Christine. "Are you coming to school at Hogwarts?" he asked as they stepped out into the damp evening air of England. "You bet." she answered perkily. "What house?" "Slytherin." another perky answer. "How can you be so happy??!!" he finally said. It was annoying to him that through all of this, she could still be so happy. "I dunno. I've learned to accept it, why can't you?" she suddenly turned stiff. "I'm the one that has to live with it! I'm the one who passes out every two hours. I'm the one that had to give up Quidditch because I kept passing out in mid-air and falling off my broom. Not you! You don't think I'm scared??!! You don't think that I worry about what I'm going to do??? You're wrong!! Just accept it. I did a long time ago!" she ranted. "I..." For once, the Ice Prince was at a loss for words. "You....? You what?! You feel sorry for me?! Is that what you were going to say?! Well don't even say it! I've heard it enough! 'Oh, you poor dear! You have that horrid thing! Can I get you anything? Do you feel OK? Maybe you should go and sleep for a while.' I know that they're trying to be helpful, but I'm tired of being known as the girl with the Cartile disease. I used to be known as the best female Quidditch player my age. I was the smart girl. I was everything every girl dreams of being. And now, I'm on potions day in and day out. I have to get shots every morning. I can't eat beacause I throw up half of my meals. I sleep half the day. My own father doesn't care if I live or die. My mother's dead. My step-mother doesn't give a shit about me. And my little step-brother doesn't know enough aboutit to be worried, bless his heart. I hope he never has to know about all the pain and torment that I am going through." Draco was silent. And then he did something so unexpected..... He acted human. He pulled Christine into a hug. Firm but gintle as if she would break if he pressed too hard. "I'm sorry." he said into wildflower scented hair. They pulled away and continued down the street. What they didn't know, is that eight pairs of eyes were watching them. Six belonged to Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger. The other two belonged to a hooded figure in a dark and drab ally.