Chapter 2
Dicaliamer: see Chapter 1.
Warnings: see Chapter 1.
~ is singing (don't ask. just read)
Harry Potter watched the two teenagers walk down the pathway until they were out of sight. "Well, that was interesting." he said to his friends. "It sure was. I didn't know that Malfoy could be human." said Hermione, taking another sip of her sweet tea. "She must mean alot to him." continued Harry. "What was her name?"asked Ron who had been quiet up until now. "Christine,I believe it was." stated Hermione. "Hermione, do you know what the Cartile disease is?" asked Harry. "Yes, but, I don't know all about it." Harry and Ron looked apalled by this. "All I know is that it's very rare and you can only get it in certin ways. Like, either have it put on you(it's a curse by the way)or be born with it. It's very scary is all I know and to make it as far as she has is a miracle. You usually never hear of them lasting to fifteen. They usually die young." she said. "You mean she's dying?" asked Ron. "Well, Ron, we're all dying from the begining. She just happens to be dying a bit faster." she said. Harry was trying to
take all of this in. Dying at fifteen was scary. And from the conversation she didn't seem like she was too worried. "I wonder how long she's had it." he wondered aloud. "Come to think of it, I read somewhere about the longest living person with the Cartile disease. It was a girl and she was fourteen at the time I read the article. She wouldn't allow her picture to be taken. But her name was Christian. That's awfully close to Christine." she said. "You know, you shouldn't talk about people behind their backs. It's terribly rude. " came an annoyed yet amused voice. They turned to see Christine looking down at them. "I just came back to get my purse. But, please continue your riviting conversation. It was just getting to the good part. Who is the girl in the article. Is it the new girl? Or is it..... someone else? " She bent down to get her purse out from under Harry's feet. "Eww. Mud." she said looking like she was about to be sick. Harry ooked down to see he had mud all over his shoes. "Sorry." She started
laughing "What's so funny?" asked Ron. "Just the looks on your faces when you thought I had the Cartile disease." she laughed some more "How can you laugh?" asked Harry, mad that she wasn't taking this more seriously. "Long story. But the short of it is: I'm going to die and so are you and everyone else who is on this earth. I was just moved further up line. And it's funny because the only people to make such a fuss over me were Draco, Narcissa, and Lucius. I guess it's just funny. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to get off of this dirty floor and back to my shopping, thank you very much." She got up and left the shop as if nothing had happened. That moment, Harry knew he didn't like her. There was just something about her that he didn't like. Maybe it was her tendency to act like Malfoy. Or maybe it was the way she acted as if nothing in the world bothered her. Or maybe it was that she didn't treat him like the "Wonder Boy". Not that he minded that. He just didn't like her. "Well, she is certinly a pistol.
Isn't she?" said Hermione. "She's daft if you ask me." said Ron. "I think she's a damn spoiled brat." spat Harry."Harry James Potter. I can't believe that you said that." scolded Hermione. "I'm with him. She is a brat." said Ron. "I think it's deeper than that." said Hermione. 'Hmmm....I wonder.' she thought.
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"Are you sure you're OK?" asked Draco, for the zillionth time. "YES! I'm cool. I'm good. I'm fine.So please, shut the hell up!" she said playfully. "You hurt me. Right here." he said pointing to his heart. "Aw. Poor baby." said Christine pushing him out of the way. He stumbled and caught up with his "baby sister". "That hurt ya know." he said walking backwards in front of her. "Why do you think I did it." she said pushing past him and entering a store. "Ouch." he said. Christine wasn't paying any attention to her friend. 'He whines too much for his own good.' she thought. Out of habit, she smirked at herself. "What are you smiling about." asked Draco, looking at her strangely. "Oh, nothing." she said, and dismissed it with a wave of her hand. "Well, you're gonna have to stop. People will think you escaped from St. Mungo's." said Draco. "Well, if the shoe fits..." said Christine. Draco smirked at his friend. She had definately changed since he last saw her ten years ago. Not just the physical stuff. She had
really changed there. Her hair was shorter and lighter. Her eyes were lighter. She has glasses. She was tan. She was taller. But, that was all to be expected. She had really matured far beyond her years. She could be sarcastic and funny. The little girl he knew was shy and almost never said anything. She was confident. When she was younger, she used to be scared all the time. But there was something in her eyes that made her look different. Like some sort of emotion that she just couldn't let go of. Hurt, maybe? Sadness? Need? Lonliness? Whatever it was, it was foreign to him. He never needed anything but her. She was the light in the dark that was his life. He loved her like a sister. And when her dad moved them to America after her mother's funeral, he was devistated. After that, he didn't care about anything. About how he acted or what people thought of him. But then, his father took him to his study and gave him a beating her would never forget. And now, he was forced to put on a mask for everybody. An act. Everything a Malfoy was supposed to be. Liars, cheaters, theifs. They never loved. Love makes you weak, was what he was brought up to think. But he couldn't help it. He loved Christine. She needed love. When they were little, she was always proper and always wore little frilly dresses. Now, she wore hip-huggers and low-riders. Tank-tops and tee-shirts. Flip-flops and sneakers. Baseball hats and big earrings. But she still talked like a lady. 'She's an individual.' he thougt. "What are you looking at?" she asked when she saw him staring. "You." he said smoothly. "Oh, well, I know I'm gorgeous, but that's just creepy." she said. "Sure." he said, rolling his eyes. "Have you worked on your piece anymore?" he asked. "Not lately. I can't get the words and the moves to flow. I haven't even finished the first half." she said, putting a book back on the shelf. Draco looked at the title. ' Diseases and Their Cures by Madame LeXros' . "I can't get passed ' The Love Melody'." she said. "I remeber that. You wrote it when we were six, I think. You owled to me. That was before your father stopped all of your mail." he said. "How did it go again? ~ I was made for lovin' you, baby. You were made for lovin' me.~" he sang. "~ The only way you're lovin' me ,baby, is to pay a lovely fee.~" she sang, smiling. She was glad her friend remembered something that happened along time ago. He smirked because she could still sing. "Where are you staying?" he asked. "In a little hotel in London." she said. "Really." he said. "Mmmm-hmmm." She was far too interested in the book she was reading. "Hello??" said Draco, waving a hand infront of her face. "Huh? Oh, sorry. I guess I spaced, huh?" she asked. "Yup." said Draco. "Let's go. I'll be in here all day." she said. They walked out of the store and onto the street.
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LadyRaya: Sorry this is so short. The next one will be longer, I promise. I will have more action next time, too. I need 3 more reviews (more are welcome :) ) to continue! Love you all! Check back in a few days for the next one. Love you all!
Love,
me
Dicaliamer: see Chapter 1.
Warnings: see Chapter 1.
~ is singing (don't ask. just read)
Harry Potter watched the two teenagers walk down the pathway until they were out of sight. "Well, that was interesting." he said to his friends. "It sure was. I didn't know that Malfoy could be human." said Hermione, taking another sip of her sweet tea. "She must mean alot to him." continued Harry. "What was her name?"asked Ron who had been quiet up until now. "Christine,I believe it was." stated Hermione. "Hermione, do you know what the Cartile disease is?" asked Harry. "Yes, but, I don't know all about it." Harry and Ron looked apalled by this. "All I know is that it's very rare and you can only get it in certin ways. Like, either have it put on you(it's a curse by the way)or be born with it. It's very scary is all I know and to make it as far as she has is a miracle. You usually never hear of them lasting to fifteen. They usually die young." she said. "You mean she's dying?" asked Ron. "Well, Ron, we're all dying from the begining. She just happens to be dying a bit faster." she said. Harry was trying to
take all of this in. Dying at fifteen was scary. And from the conversation she didn't seem like she was too worried. "I wonder how long she's had it." he wondered aloud. "Come to think of it, I read somewhere about the longest living person with the Cartile disease. It was a girl and she was fourteen at the time I read the article. She wouldn't allow her picture to be taken. But her name was Christian. That's awfully close to Christine." she said. "You know, you shouldn't talk about people behind their backs. It's terribly rude. " came an annoyed yet amused voice. They turned to see Christine looking down at them. "I just came back to get my purse. But, please continue your riviting conversation. It was just getting to the good part. Who is the girl in the article. Is it the new girl? Or is it..... someone else? " She bent down to get her purse out from under Harry's feet. "Eww. Mud." she said looking like she was about to be sick. Harry ooked down to see he had mud all over his shoes. "Sorry." She started
laughing "What's so funny?" asked Ron. "Just the looks on your faces when you thought I had the Cartile disease." she laughed some more "How can you laugh?" asked Harry, mad that she wasn't taking this more seriously. "Long story. But the short of it is: I'm going to die and so are you and everyone else who is on this earth. I was just moved further up line. And it's funny because the only people to make such a fuss over me were Draco, Narcissa, and Lucius. I guess it's just funny. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to get off of this dirty floor and back to my shopping, thank you very much." She got up and left the shop as if nothing had happened. That moment, Harry knew he didn't like her. There was just something about her that he didn't like. Maybe it was her tendency to act like Malfoy. Or maybe it was the way she acted as if nothing in the world bothered her. Or maybe it was that she didn't treat him like the "Wonder Boy". Not that he minded that. He just didn't like her. "Well, she is certinly a pistol.
Isn't she?" said Hermione. "She's daft if you ask me." said Ron. "I think she's a damn spoiled brat." spat Harry."Harry James Potter. I can't believe that you said that." scolded Hermione. "I'm with him. She is a brat." said Ron. "I think it's deeper than that." said Hermione. 'Hmmm....I wonder.' she thought.
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"Are you sure you're OK?" asked Draco, for the zillionth time. "YES! I'm cool. I'm good. I'm fine.So please, shut the hell up!" she said playfully. "You hurt me. Right here." he said pointing to his heart. "Aw. Poor baby." said Christine pushing him out of the way. He stumbled and caught up with his "baby sister". "That hurt ya know." he said walking backwards in front of her. "Why do you think I did it." she said pushing past him and entering a store. "Ouch." he said. Christine wasn't paying any attention to her friend. 'He whines too much for his own good.' she thought. Out of habit, she smirked at herself. "What are you smiling about." asked Draco, looking at her strangely. "Oh, nothing." she said, and dismissed it with a wave of her hand. "Well, you're gonna have to stop. People will think you escaped from St. Mungo's." said Draco. "Well, if the shoe fits..." said Christine. Draco smirked at his friend. She had definately changed since he last saw her ten years ago. Not just the physical stuff. She had
really changed there. Her hair was shorter and lighter. Her eyes were lighter. She has glasses. She was tan. She was taller. But, that was all to be expected. She had really matured far beyond her years. She could be sarcastic and funny. The little girl he knew was shy and almost never said anything. She was confident. When she was younger, she used to be scared all the time. But there was something in her eyes that made her look different. Like some sort of emotion that she just couldn't let go of. Hurt, maybe? Sadness? Need? Lonliness? Whatever it was, it was foreign to him. He never needed anything but her. She was the light in the dark that was his life. He loved her like a sister. And when her dad moved them to America after her mother's funeral, he was devistated. After that, he didn't care about anything. About how he acted or what people thought of him. But then, his father took him to his study and gave him a beating her would never forget. And now, he was forced to put on a mask for everybody. An act. Everything a Malfoy was supposed to be. Liars, cheaters, theifs. They never loved. Love makes you weak, was what he was brought up to think. But he couldn't help it. He loved Christine. She needed love. When they were little, she was always proper and always wore little frilly dresses. Now, she wore hip-huggers and low-riders. Tank-tops and tee-shirts. Flip-flops and sneakers. Baseball hats and big earrings. But she still talked like a lady. 'She's an individual.' he thougt. "What are you looking at?" she asked when she saw him staring. "You." he said smoothly. "Oh, well, I know I'm gorgeous, but that's just creepy." she said. "Sure." he said, rolling his eyes. "Have you worked on your piece anymore?" he asked. "Not lately. I can't get the words and the moves to flow. I haven't even finished the first half." she said, putting a book back on the shelf. Draco looked at the title. ' Diseases and Their Cures by Madame LeXros' . "I can't get passed ' The Love Melody'." she said. "I remeber that. You wrote it when we were six, I think. You owled to me. That was before your father stopped all of your mail." he said. "How did it go again? ~ I was made for lovin' you, baby. You were made for lovin' me.~" he sang. "~ The only way you're lovin' me ,baby, is to pay a lovely fee.~" she sang, smiling. She was glad her friend remembered something that happened along time ago. He smirked because she could still sing. "Where are you staying?" he asked. "In a little hotel in London." she said. "Really." he said. "Mmmm-hmmm." She was far too interested in the book she was reading. "Hello??" said Draco, waving a hand infront of her face. "Huh? Oh, sorry. I guess I spaced, huh?" she asked. "Yup." said Draco. "Let's go. I'll be in here all day." she said. They walked out of the store and onto the street.
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LadyRaya: Sorry this is so short. The next one will be longer, I promise. I will have more action next time, too. I need 3 more reviews (more are welcome :) ) to continue! Love you all! Check back in a few days for the next one. Love you all!
Love,
me