Chapter 10 PMS and arguments
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The first school morning after the Christmas break, I found it hard to wake up. I was looking forward to see James though, I have started to feel like we're married or something. Crazy shit.
Anyway I started my PMS this morning. Ugh, I always get zits. Horrifying believe me.
I finally hit the alarm clock and threw myself out of bed. When I looked in the mirror I almost screamed.
Zit alert.
On my nose.
The middle of my fucking nose tip.
"Fuck, fuck…" I searched for the 'Thump These Bumps' cream I bought in Hogsmeade, without success though.
"What's going on?" Cissa followed me with her eyes as I ran around in madness.
"I have a zit!" I cried helplessly.
"Oh." She tilted her eyebrows curiously. "I know a spell for that."
I stopped running around.
"You do?"
"Yah sure. I just need my wand." She went and got it, and I sat on my bed. She took place in front of me and looked very concentrated.
"Actually it's a transfiguration spell." I choked and coughed a few times. Cissa was very good at Charms but Transfiguration was definitely not her strong side.
"Hey Cissa. I think I might just do that myself…" But before I could finish the sentence Cissa spoke.
"Immfolio." I felt warm on my nose, then cold, and then warm again.
"Uh…so check how it looks." I heard Cissa say weakly. I ran up to the mirror.
The zit was gone for sure, but since it was a Transfiguration charm, something had to replace the zit. This time it was hair.
"Cissa, I am definitely not satisfied with these results. Would you come back here with a counter curse, or I might just strangle you."
I heard a weak "Sorry" from the bathroom.
"Why sorry? If you have a counter curse I will forgive you. If not..."
"I don't. Sorry sorry…sorry." She was about to say another 'sorry' when I
alohomora-ed the toilet booth open.
"Then you go get Madame Pomfrey, or somebody who knows the counter curse."
"What if I just shave it off?" I thought for a while.
"We can try that. Nothing to lose." She got some shaving gel and a razor.
"Ready?" She asked, when she had rubbed shaving gel on my nose.
"Ready…" I screwed my eyes together. In a few moments the blade was off my nose and replaced by a wet towel.
"Perfect, just put concealer over it now." She said.
Unbelievably, the hair was gone. I performed a simple root burning charm, painful but successful..
We were sitting in the great hall for breakfast when James poked my shoulder.
"Hi!" I jumped up and gave him a kiss on the lips.
"Hey! How are you?" He smiled, our faces were almost touching.
"I'm great, now. I've just missed you a bunch."
"Same here."
After only a few seconds of snogging he pulled away.
"Crys…"He muttered up to my face "I have to go to class; we'll meet up later…?"
"Yeah. Sure." I was disappointed. I guess it was showing because he came back, even closer this time, held me and kissed me lovingly and softly on the nose.
We said goodbyes and the day went on, no classes with Gryffs at all, which sucked.
I was sitting in the common room doing my homework when two fourth year girls walked in and turned to me.
"Your name is Crystal right?" One of them asked.
"Yup..." I cocked my eyebrows "Why?"
"There's some stud standing out there asking for you." The girl and her friend giggled insanely when I pushed them out of the way and probably put a high speed record to the entrance through the wall. I jumped out and jumped around James' neck.
"You've missed me and my beautiful looks that much?." He laughed and I blushed a bit.
"Ha ha. Where are we going?"
"You had a Christmas present for me. Or so I understand." He smirked a smirk any Slytherin could be proud of.
"You getting eager to open that present are you?" The mysterious room Cissa had told me about came to my mind. I hadn't really planned anything but I knew this room would be the place.
"Well," I started, "There's this room opposite the tapestry of Barnabas the Balmy who is always trying to teach the trolls how to dance ballet."
James stifled a laugh. "He's funny that guy."
"I know. Anyway. If you walk past the blank wall three times concentrating hard on what you need, a door will appear, and when you walk inside anything of your requires will be there."
James' eyes widened. "That room is not on the map…"He gripped his mouth.
"What map?" I was curious.
"I never said 'map' ha, ha…" He laughed like he was reading it from a book.
"Okay." I was full of suspiciousness but said nothing to object.
"So…what did you have in mind with that room?" He came closer.
"I'm sure we'll think of something."
"Okay, should we go there, 'cause if not, I might be forced to snog you right here.
"We don't want that do we?" I temptingly wetted my lips with my tongue.
"Oh I want that." He slowly came closer and I closed the gap.
With my hands in his black unruly hair and my tongue licking his slippery mouth neatly I started walking to the Room of Requirement, pushing him to walk backwards while kissing me.
Finally we reached the room, our lips not parted yet, in a bundle we stumbled into the room, landing on the softest mattress I have ever felt.
"Crys…" He mumbled onto my neck, his breath hot. We were now lying on the mattress.
"Yeah?" I said up to his mouth.
"Quidditch practise."
"Fuck the Quidditch practise."
"I'm the captain, must be there, sorry." I pulled away from him, watching him with my most sincere puppy eyes. When it only caused him to rise up I snapped.
"James? That's just bloody evil, you come and see me and get me all excited and then you just walk away in fifteen fucking minutes."
"Sorry. I have to go now." He replied lamely.
"Make my day you daft dickhead!"
"Hey!" He turned around angrily, his voice deep "Easy on the bloody vocabulary. I'm only going to a Quidditch practise! Except you are the Queen of the fucking universe and can stop the bloody time from running normally."
"I'm sorry James." I felt tears forming in my eyes. Was I really that sensitive?
"It's okay." He looked at his feet "I get the fact you're disappointed and I'll make it up to you sometime."
"Cya."
"Bye Crys, take care." And he left. I turned around to let myself fall down on the mattress once again sighing deeply.
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