The games you play princess
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER! So get over it, I have, and READ MY 'FAKE && MADE UP' story. Thank you, have a nice day.
Summary: Jealousy takes the best of a young Harry Potter over his love of Champagne Frost, a student who arrived in his six year and he has just little past with that he can't get over. Now in seventh year he takes a horrid opportunity and ends up foiling his once wonderful friendship with the girl. Can he ever get her back?
Authors Note: DO ENJOY THIS STORY I CREATED FOR YOURS AND MY OWN PLEASURE.
NOTE ON CHAPTER: This chapter is based on getting you to know your new character and relating to her, next chapter really gets into the story, so this isn't how long it really will be, it will most likely be LONGER.
I'm just a bad actor
stuck with a shitty script
all of my lines are cheap
&& the cast is weak
Senses fail
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Harry Potter sat and watched, he watched what he once had the chance to have. He had the chance to be the current boyfriend of a girl he loved more than the air he breathed, but that chance was stolen right from finger tips. Those tips of his fingers where he once had felt her delicate skin as she twirled before him and laughed as he could not grasp her as hard he tried, only capable of touching her before she ran off farther.
Draco Malfoy stole her from him. That bloody bastard. He was the reason Champagne, the most elegant, graceful, and beautiful girl to ever step foot in the castle of Hogwarts was no longer in love with him, Draco had done something to her mind and stolen her from him.
"Look at him, flaunting her about like some prize," he spat, taking a sip of Pumpkin juice as he watched Draco, his arm entwined with Champagne's as they entered the Great Hall.
"Let it go Harry, he is a slimy git who found a way, as much as it seems impossible, to make her fall for him, it's probably some bloody potion, bound to wear off any day now. I know you are still rough about it and you care about her deeply, but she just doesn't know. I mean you never rightfully told her. You just messed around a lot, but she never knew," Ron said as he over looked the Daily Prophet he had received that early October morning.
"You still haven't gotten over her; I thought summer had brought good news?" Hermione said as she took seat with the two, blowing a lock of hair from before her eyes as she sorted out her food and dug in at once waiting for her reply.
"I thought so too, but she comes up to me at the end of Potions Friday and asks me to go with her around Hogsmede, so I say sure, not thinking anything of it, and we have a great time and all, so it hits me then I still like her just as much, but a lot of the time she tried to get me to not hate that git and just you know, cool things down with him and all," Harry said as he mused over all that she had said to him that previous Saturday. "She doesn't know how this gets me. Oi, the schools needs a fresh load of girls coming in without these side problems, like falling in love with SLIMY, WICKED BASTARDS!"
"Really Harry," Seamus Finnegan, seating himself beside Ron across the table, joined in the conversation, "its not good to scream till your face turns red, than she will notice you got a problem, bring her pretty little self over and you will get all worked up over it, have a fight with her, and she will cry to Hermione and Pansy at different times, and Malfoy will get into this and you won't hear an end to it."
"And how are you so sure that's what I was talking about?" Harry said, shaking his head at the Irishman.
"Nobody else gets you so beet red besides them, so how couldn't I know?" Seamus answered before he too dug into his meal, only earning a snort for a reply from Harry.
Champagne sat at a table filled with the brattiest of teenagers she had ever met, the Slytherins were such prats that she never could understand why she cared to hang around them, better yet why she was housed as once, but never the less she needed someone to talk to so, she paid some attention to the conversation floating about the table.
Pansy was prattling on about some Ravenclaw who was supposedly in love with her and was asking her on a date that Saturday, as Blaise was balling up his fists in jealousy, seeing he had a huge thing for Pansy he only told Draco of, but Draco told her of course.
Millicent Bulstrode talked to a bunch of sixth years that Champagne couldn't recall but remembered had tried to get on her good side when she had come the previous year, saying she was such a gorgeous girl who probably knew everything about magic and just came because she had, what a bunch of bullocks. No one could gather that from just seeing her for a minute.
She didn't particularly like the students there, not to many of them appealing to her, but she did happen to fall in love with a rather large amount of Gryffindors and had spent a load of time with them the year before, and some time now with them. That is until her and Draco began to date seriously, than she didn't really spend much time with them, only occasional times after school and some weekends when she wasn't at Hogsmede with Draco or at the Manor with his wretched parents.
Her favorite of all the people she had made friends with was Harry, there were no descriptions superior enough to explain the way she felt about him. She had been in love with him the year and had messed around with him often, but she didn't think he felt the same way, so in order to get over him, she spent more and more time with Draco, and less and less time with Harry, so she eventually began to like Draco and he asked her out.
She knew her and Draco felt for each other on different levels, he worshiped her, and she just cared a lot for him, he was so precious towards her, he wasn't jerky like he was the entire student body, he was charming. He would take off his cloak and throw it on top a puddle if there was one blocking her path, he would do anything and go anywhere for her, and trusted her with his life. He had become someone she knew he never would dare be around any other living being, and it made her feel special.
He wasn't all obsessing and worshiping though, he made great conversation and was someone she confided in one hundred percent, but he wasn't Harry. Every time she came to that conclusion she knew more and more she was doing him wrong but couldn't face it, so she lied to him and her self. She would torture herself to keep him happy.
She cut herself every time she could over it, and she tried to ignore Harry but ended up hurting him and just cut herself more and more over it. Draco never enjoyed her and Harry's friendship but to keep her happy he never bothered her about it and that made her feel worse.
Excusing herself from the table with a quick kiss to Draco's cheek and an excuse at feeling sick, she left the table in a hush and fled to her room, where from a loose floorboard under head bed, she took a blade and ran to her bathroom in which she shared. Locking herself inside the room she slashed at her arm, cutting deeper than she ever had before, tears falling into the puddle of crimson on white marble.
She dropped the floor, a complete mess of unconsciousness. Her white blouse and green Slytherin tie staining from the blood as she lay there, eyes closed, her body crumpled up on the floor beside the great bathtub.
Snape strode into the classroom, prominently, as always and at once notes wrote themselves across the chalkboard as he began on about a potion they were to do that day for a heavy portion of their grade with their partner.
Harry at once rose his hand, Snape irritated by the interruption called on him, ready to take points off just for his stupid nonsense, "Professor, my partner has yet to show up to any of the classes I have shared with her today. I have a feeling she is out sick today."
Looking over the class, Snape felt a missing presence than realized Champagne Frost had not shown up for the class but had not given any note of sickness to him. She couldn't have over slept, he knew the girl to be more responsible than that, any how he had seen her flee the Great Hall early that morning, looking rather faint. "Yes, she happens to be sick, well pity for you Potter, the class is rather uneven now without her, seems you get to do it on your own."
Muttering to himself as her gathered his list of supplies for the potion, through the door rushed in a faint looking Champagne, breathing deeply, a piece of parchment in her grip, she strode past everyone and handed it off the professor and took seat at the table they shared, breathing heavily she laid her head on the desk for a moment before she read the words upon the board and rushed to work with Harry, never once speaking, only directing him with her hands, or pointing at the words she had copied down.
"Why aren't you talking?" Harry asked shortly over his shoulder after the pair finished and were packing up their things and getting ride of left over supplies. Draco overhearing his question, he was having to passé the two on his way from the class, the bell having rung a moment before.
"She obviously found no need to speak with you any more Potter, seeing as you are a complete bore to her any way," Draco shot in defense of his girlfriend who only glared at him, then turned back to Harry.
"I am in no mood to talk," she said softly, snapping her head to Draco direction and making her voice clear and louder, "to ANY ONE." She then pushed herself past him, her pack at her side and rushed from the classroom towards Ancient Runes, where she knew Hermione would be too caught up in her work to bother her with such nonsense of her silence.
Draco had tried to catch up with his girlfriend, but she had dodged into her class before he could reach her and he needed to get to his Care of Magical Creatures class on time, seeing how he missed the previous one because he and Champagne had been making up over a small fight they had had and had a make out session in her room.
Potter had done something to piss her off and get her mad at everyone, including him, and he was going to find out, the end of class, lunch was next, and he could Potter to fess up and have something to eat with Champagne all in the time he was given for lunch.
The stupid oaf he was given for a teacher prattled on forever till he finally dismissed the class and gave Draco the chance to push Harry off from the side of the Weasel and force him to explain. "What the hell did you say to her to make her upset?"
"I didn't do anything Malfoy, so you can back off now, and ask her yourself, seeing as she wasn't only upset at me, but you too. I wasn't the one she screamed at any way in there," Harry said in a showy tone before pushing past the boy of the same bulk as himself. Both boys being rather slim, with a rather nice build. But Draco was a good three inches tall than Harry.
"Well, she spent her whole class time with, anyway, she always seems upset when you are ever brought up or are around, what are you doing to her?" Draco called after him, reaching out and grabbing his forearm.
"Like I said Malfoy, ask her yourself, you eat lunch with her daily and you are her boyfriend, I am sure she will tell you all the 'horrible' things about me, go on now," Harry said, freeing himself of Draco's grip and stalking off in the direction of Ron.
Draco at once made his way to the Great Hall where he was Pansy sitting beside Blaise and Millicent, Crabbe and Goyle across from them, but not Champagne in sight. Skimming over the table he saw no sign of her at the table at all. Looking over the Great Hall he caught no sight of his girlfriend and turned at once, ready to make a break for the dungeons when he bumped straight into Hermione Granger. Both of them flying back in opposite directions.
Rubbing his forehead he rose to his feet and looked at the girl, "out of my way!"
"Well I guess you wouldn't want this than," she shot back, waving a piece of parchment before his eyes with his name upon it.
"From you, I definitely would not!"
"Don't flatter yourself Malfoy, it's from Champagne, if you care," Hermione drawled out. Rolling her eyes at the mentioning of his care towards his own girlfriend.
"Give it here," he stuck his hand out in demand.
"Fine you git," shoving the parchment into his palm she brushed past him and made her way towards the Gryffindor table, as Draco rushed down a story of the castle and leaned against a walling falling to his arse and opening the parchment to see Champagnes lovely handwriting scrawled across it:
Draco
Love I didn't mean to snap at you, nothing is wrong so do not take my silence for something a muck. I just didn't feel all to well in Potions && before it, no it wasn't Potter, or you. I know for a fact you won't believe me till you see me, so why not meet me where no one is, you know where I mean. Myrtle shouldn't be there at this time, she usually roams around lunch.
I love you,
Champagne
Pocketing the parchment, Draco made his way in the direction of the abandoned bathroom of his girlfriend's choice. As she put, Myrtle would be gone, and all couples made out there at lunch, whenever another couple wasn't occupying it that is, because you'd never be caught there.
At his arrival, arms were slung around his neck and he could smell her sweet flower perfume as she began to kiss his lips, biting them slightly, waiting for his reaction to the kiss. She at once intensified the kiss to a nice snogging session as he let his tongue her mouth.
Ten minutes late for their next class, the two of them rushed from the bathroom, Champagne buttoning up her blouse as she fixed her school socks, Draco putting his cloak back on. Pausing for a moment before their departure, the item shared a kiss and ran from each other in direction of their scheduled classes.
Divination with Trelawney was murder. Harry had hated it since his third year, and now still having to take it, he just hated it all the more as she prattled on about he was going to die.
Just as he thought he couldn't take a second more of it, a rather miffed Champagne burst through the door, her bag slung over her shoulder as her blouse was buttoned up wrong and her hair was like she had just tried to tame it after a long make-out session, which she knew she had just endured.
The girl apologized for her outburst and took her seat next to Ron, who no longer sat next to Harry, after he and Harry were caught not pay attention but writing notes to each other the year before. She waved at him, but he refused to do so back.
Her puppy dog frown caused him to cave in and he curtly waved before turning to the teacher, pretending to actually listen to her for once. As the lesson drawled on like always, Harry could help but think about Champagne and how much he liked her and how he missed the many kisses they had shared in his sixth year. She was the only girl in school he cared for, aside Hermione, but she was more like a sister to him than anything else, anyway Hermione was Ron's girl.
Ron was consuming his lunch as Hermione went on about how she thought Champagne was depressed because she never talked in Ancient Runes, only snogged with Draco, and never really ate any more. Of course Harry wasn't taking it the right way and joked on it, causing Hermione temper to flare.
"HARRY! This is no laughing matter, I really am worried about her," Hermione said shaking her finger at him in a motherly way. She than turned to Ron and looked at him," Right Ron?"
"Yeah mate, she is right. Don't be such a dolt," Ron said, earning a bright smile from his girlfriend and a frown from his best.
"I didn't mean it that way; I just meant well she isn't. Most couples talk to others less and only snog like crazy when they have such a git for a boyfriend," Harry said in argument.
"Oh come off it Harry, I am going over to talk to her," Hermione said shortly before leaving the table with no further explanation. Once at the Slytherin table she was greeted by Champagne who she asked to come with her for a bit.
"Sure Hermione," Champagne agreed and kissed her boyfriends cheek before leaving with Hermione, entering the halls with her. "You needed me?"
"Well I was just kind of worried, you seem upset. The past two weeks, since the beginning of October I guess you could say, well you aren't the same. You never talk to me any more, or anyone actually. The only thing you do is snog Malfoy and sleep." Hermione sat herself on a bench across the hall, Champagne sitting beside her.
"I guess I am kind of. I mean there is something I want to do but I can't…" Covering her mouth with her hand Champagne turned a pale color and squeaked out, "oh shit," before she ran off in the direction of the Slytherin dorms, tears welling in her eyes.
If at that moment, Hermione was to look into Champagne's eyes she'd see the fear lie in them as she ran towards her room. It was the fear that any day now, she was going to tell. She was going to tell everyone what a horrible person she was. How she had loved only Harry and never told him.
Like the last time, Champagne had locked herself in the bathroom and cut herself into a short-lived coma. By the time she had come back into mind, it was past dinner, and girls now banged on the door, demanding entrance.
The sound of flesh popping was heard as she ripped her body from the sticky solution she had fallen in. Taking her wand from the pocket of her jeans, the blood was washed away and no trace left as she used a quick cleaning charm on herself and opened the door, apologizing to the angry bunch.
Pansy was first to question her. The blond had just come from the shower and smelt of fresh rain as she sat at the edge of Champagne's bed as she rested back. The collar of her shirt was soaked from her damp hair that lay upon. She opened her mouth to say something but closed it as Millicent entered, announcing that Draco had wanted to speak with Champagne, "come see me when you two are done," she called after her.
Waving the girl off, Champagne left the room and made her way to the common room, where he boyfriend sat on a black leather couch. Proceeding over to him, she felt rather confused by the displeased look her wore upon his face. She at once made a mental note to tell him how cute he looked when he was angry. "Hey, Millicent said you wanted to see me?"
"Your little friend," Draco said curtly as Champagne took seat next to him.
"What on earth do you mean?"
"Granger, she comes up to me rambling about how she knows you are depressed and wants me to do something about it. Now would you like to tell me what the hell she means?"
The boy looked at her, his silver grey eyes examining her chocolate brown eyes, searching for the answers he wanted to hear. Champagne's lips flickered into a smile, which vanished at the seriousness of his expression, as she though of just how adorable he looked. His blond hair hanging before his eyes in the cute fashion she had tamed it to do, and his drawn around by herself with black eyeliner. His firm jaw line was so tempting to reach out and stoke as his lips were tempting to kiss.
"Nothing at all, really Draco believe me," she smiled at him, lightening his mood as she took her in his arms and leaned back on the chair, sliding her between his legs.
The couple just lay together in the same position, cuddling for the longest time, talking about nothing in particular. Draco playing with Champagne's hair, as she rested on him and listened to him talk of his day. "Love, I am rather sleepy, back to your room or mine?"
"And spend any more time with Pansy that needed, my room of course," Draco said, lifting them from the chair with his strength and taking to his feet, holding onto her hand as he had become fond of when the relationship had begun.
Harry lay awake that night. He had one thing and one thing only on his mind.Champagne. She was all he ever though of anymore, ever since Hermione brought up the whole depression thing a few days back, he couldn't get the thought of maybe that she was unhappy in the relationship with Draco. All thoughts consumed him as he envisioned the perfection of him and her together one. How he dreamed it so, all he dreamt of any more was her. All he could concentrate was her.
Harry needed to find someone, anyone to get her off his mind. Hell any one would do as long as he could get over her since she never was coming for him. Yes that was what he was going to do! He would find someone. But who? He could ask Hermione who would be good for him, and have her find out if any has a thing for him. Yes it would be perfect.
The silence of Harry's dorm room was broken as he shouted yes aloud, waking a disgruntled Seamus, and a miffed Dean. Apologizing to the pair, Harry rested back, ready to sleep, only his plan on his mind now.
When he woke the next morning, he only took the quickest of showers and time to get ready before rushing out to see Hermione sitting on a couch in the common room, reading a book on depression. "Hermione!"
"Hi ya Harry," she greeted with a cheery smile, looking up from her book. "What do you need?"
"Well it's more a question; do you think there are any girls in our year that would be good for me, you know, that has a crush on me or something?" His eyes flared as she sat and mused on it for a minute or so before looking back at him and shaking her head.
"In fact, yes Harry, I heard Lavender tell Parvati she had a crush on you not more than a day ago. But why do you ask?"
"No in particular reason, thanks though, I got to go, Dumbledore has a good announcement going on this morning, and I don't feel like missing it," He said, waving shortly before rushing off in the direction of the Great Hall, all thoughts on Lavender as he fled the common room.
That morning when she was greeted by Harry's gleaming face, Hermione was happy to see him in a good mood for once, but suspicious at what put him in such a mood. In need of finding out, she questioned everyone from his dorm, finding no luck from the boy, even Ron.
By the time Hermione had arrived to the Great Hall that morning Dumbledore was speaking, so she snuck to her seat in order of not being rude. Looking over her food at Harry all she saw was the same silly smirk he had rushed into the common room with that morning. He couldn't be happy that Lavender liked him; he was in love with Champagne so it couldn't have been that.Or could it? YES. That would make sense for why he was so happy, he was going to pretend to like her and ask her out so he can go out with her till he got over Champagne. Oh he was horrible.
Just as Hermione came to the conclusion her best friend was wicked, the entire hall burst into a fit of celebration at something said, looking about she saw all the students clapping and cheering. "What," she questioned Parvati who had been unknown to her seated beside her.
"Didn't you hear? We get a Halloween ball for all years, costumes required, oh how perfect!" The gossipy girl began, "I already know I am going with, I wonder who Draco Malfoy is going with though, isn't he just so hott?"
Wrinkling her nose at the mentioning of the blond prat she nodded in reply, because as much as she despised him, Malfoy was gorgeous, as Champagne loved to point out every time she snuck over and spent the night at the Gryffindor dorms with Hermione and Ginny.
Hermione at once whipped her head back in the direction of Harry, who was sipping his cup of Pumpkin juice and looking back at her, "So what made you think you could try and lie to her like that?"
Confused expression on his face Harry put the cup down to answer, "What?"
"I know your plan Harry, and its great you want to get over her, but not that way!" Hermione cried in her–know-everything-and-that's-wrong tone, starring pointedly at him.
Harry just barley choked from her words before sputtering out, "how on earth?"
"I am no fool Harry, believe me. It is wrong. But you know what, I can't stop you," and with that she tucked into her meal and paid no more attention to the matter as she had other things at mind, like how she would deal with Champagne during Ancient Runes first period that Friday morning.
It was two days to get a costume, but Champagne could pull it off. She was going to the costume ball as a princess and Draco said he would be her price, which she was happy to hear of, but didn't think he'd live up to it unless she asked him.
As Champagne wondered down the halls, her mind only on the ball, she managed to stumble right into a rushing Hermione who was grabbed her hand and pulled her along, seeing as they must both be late for their first period classes.
"Thanks," she said unpacking her needed books for the class as the two settled, just having made it on time.
Hermione had kept quiet most the period, to Champagnes pleasure, but just as she was celebrating mentally, the know-it-all turned to her and looked right into her eyes, "stop saying nothing is wrong. Admit and you feel better, I promise."
"If I told you everything, you'd try and help, if I told you nothing, you'd demand Draco to fix it, so something"
Authors Note: Okay! That was fun to write. Hope you enjoy it, I will get to work on the next part since…I NEED TO DO MY HAIR. So sorry for all who enjoyed && want some more. You will get it, eventually. CHAPTER SUMMARYS AT THE BEGINNING OF EVERYONE.