Christine tried to open her eyes but was stopped by the blinding light that met her dilated eyes. She groaned inwardly, it was of course morning and she would have to open her eyes sometime. She opened her eyes slightly, only slits at the time, until after about 5 minutes, her eyes were used to the light and she could open them without pain. She looked around the room and, upon seeing the green walls, discovered that this was not, in fact, her room.

"Where the heck am I?"

Upon closer inspection of the room, she found it to be very similar to her own, with the exception being the color. She remembered this room and tried to figure out where she was. Finally, she remembered. "Ok, so I know i'm in Severus's room, but why?"

Christine attempted to sit up, but sat back down in a flash, due to the blinding pain in her chest.

"You shouldn't try that again, you have a few bruised ribs, it would be best if you laid down a bit longer until the potion can take effect."

She furrowed her brow's in confusion, "Potion, what potion?"

"I gave you a pain reliving potion before I left, you were groaning and wincing in your sleep."

"Oh, well thank you." The two were silent for a moment when Christine spoke up again. "So, how long had you been in here?"

"Just about thirty seconds, I just came back from having lunch."

That startled her to say the least. 'Lunch? How long have I been sleeping? Maybe I should ask him.' "Lunch? How long have I been sleeping? Wait, what am I doing sleeping in your room?"

Severus walked over and sat on the side of the bed, "Well, how about we make things a bit easier, what is the last thing that you remember?"

Christine wracked her brain for her last memory, finally, with a shudder, it came back to her. "Well, I was walking back to my room and I needed a healing potion but I remembered that I was out. I came in your room and that's all I remember."

"Well, you came in my room pretty banged up. After you passed out I picked you up and put you on my bed. I looked at your injuries and did my best to heal them; I cleaned you up and let you sleep. You had quite a few cuts and bruises, I would have moved you but I wasn't sure if your ribs were broken or just bruised so I didn't take that chance so I let you sleep in my bed."

She blushed a bit, though she wasn't exactly sure why, "Thank you, but, how long have I been sleeping? A few hours?"

"Only about 38 or so."

She was surprised to say the least, "I've been sleeping for a day and a half? Oh god, Alex and Jordan must be furious!"

"No there not, no need to worry. I told them that you had come down with something and you had to stay in your bed in case you are contagious. But Chris, what happened? Who did this to you?"

'Oy, why does he have to be so nosy?' "Jordan"

She could see the anger flaring up in his eyes, "But why?"

"Well, I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, he thought I was eve's dropping and they must have been talking about something really important because when I saw him he looked positively livid."

Severus looked almost beyond anger, his voice almost shook when he spoke, "He shouldn't keep doing this to you Chris! It's just not right!"

She did her best to remain calm, it wouldn't help the situation if she were to become angry also, "Look Sev, I appreciate your concern but honestly, its ok, I shouldn't have been so close to the door, and it's my fault really."

Severus jumped from the bed, face red, eyes flashing, "IT DAMN WELL IS NOT!"

She gave up on being calm; he was getting so damn frustrating. She tried to stand up and look him in the eye but she fell to the ground, doubled over in pain. Severus rushed to help her, and caught her just as she would have hit the floor. He carefully and slowly helped her up to a standing position.

"Look, Sev, this is just the way things work in my family, i'm ok with it, you should be too."

She looked up into his eyes, expecting to see a fire blazing behind them, but instead, saw concern. "Chris, I just don't like to see you hurt. Especially when you don't deserve it."

She had given up on fighting weather she deserved it or not, she was just too tired at the moment. Instead she asked him something that had been bugging her since he walked in the room,"Severus, I have to ask. Why did you help me? I was absolutely terrible to you the other day. I'm so incredibly sorry about that too; I shouldn't have even said that."

"Chris, don't even worry about it. I forgive you, but besides, if our places had been switched, wouldn't you have done the same for me?"

"Well yeah but that's because I-" She quickly stopped. 'What the heck am I doing? Not I look like a freaking idiot! What was I about to say anyway? That's scary, even I don't know. Good Lord, he probably thinks i'm mental now.'

Severus gave you a very questioning look, "because you what?"

"Um, nothing, nothing at all. Not important. Well I should, um, I, um, I guess I should go, uh, freshen up a bit. See you later."

She rushed out of the room, doing her best to avoid any sort of eye contact; she could feel his eye's boring into her back as she walked away. 'What the heck was that all about? Maybe I have a concussion too.' She walked into her room and gathered her stuff for her shower. She hadn't realized how incredibly dirty she felt until she was under the stream of hot water, the smell of soap enveloping her. After washing and drying off, she got dressed, careful not to bump any bruises or scrape anything in the process. She heard her stomach growl and hoped that no one else could. She grabbed her favorite muggle book, The Hobbit by. J.R.R. Tolkien and headed down to the dining room. Once there, she found a house elf and asked if he wouldn't mind bringing her a sandwich and some apple juice. The house elf bowed and popped out of sight. She walked back over to the table, sat down, and began to read her book. Within seconds the house elf returned with her lunch. She thanked him and he returned back to the kitchens with yet another pop. She was just her favorite part in the book, Bilbo and the dwarves were starting to chase after the Wood Elves, when she felt someone come up behind her. "What do you want Jordan, come to knock me out for another day and a half?"

"No, how did you know it was me?"

"Easy, I felt the hair on the back of my neck rise, and red flags went up in my head. That only happens when either you or dad are around."

She was a bit surprised that she was talking to her brother in such away, especially after he had rendered her unconscious the last time they saw each other, but then again, Christine was aggravated, and when she was aggravated, her mouth spoke before her brain had the time to tell her no.

"Look Christine, I came here to apologize, i'm sorry that I hurt you so bad. I didn't mean to."

She snorted, he had made this speech before, many times, she had stopped believing him long ago. "Jordan would you please just shut up? You do this every time. No one has ever put it into your head that beating me is wrong, god knows father never told you it was, hell, I expect he was the one that encouraged this behavior."

"Chris, I was drunk the other night, I honesty didn't know what I was doing."

She could tell that there was a hint of regret in his voice, but then again, it was always there. She just wanted him to go away so she could get back to her book, "Like hell you didn't! You know exactly what you are doing, EVERY TIME! You catch me doing, the slightest thing wrong, and you take all of your anger out on ME! Hell, I just consider myself lucky your sadistic interests do not extend to incest!"

That was it, she had pushed a button. She had crossed the line, something that she had never dared before. "You best watch your mouth or ill-"

She cut him off, anger blazing in both their eyes, Christine, however, kept her voice at a low calm, something known to piss him off, "Of you'll what? Knock me out for a whole week?"

"It would be best for you not to tempt me. I came to apologize to you, I didn't mean for it to go that far!"

"Fine Jordan, whatever, I don't care. You've done this before, and god knows you will do it again. Now if you don't mind, i'm going to the library to read."

She stood up, grabbed her book, and began to walk out, only to be stopped by Jordan. "And you wonder why you have no suitors."

Christine stopped dead; she turned on her heel to face him, fire flashing in her eyes. She knew it would be best to leave, he was only trying to get a rise out of her, but she couldn't move "What are you talking about?"

"Oh come on Chris, I'm not thick. Mom and Dad are always fighting about you, no idea what to do about you, seeing as how they won't be able to marry you off. For god sakes, Ashley has 10 families who want her, all you have is Malfoy, and that's only until he gets what he wants out of you, and trust me, that boy does not have any sort of marriage or betrothal to you on his mind. You ass, maybe. Do you even know why no one wants to marry you? After all you come from one of the most respected pure blood lines, Its because your cynical, rude, you always bury yourself in books, you barley talk to other people, and let me tell you, your looks do not help you in the least little bit. Sure you're thin, but you have nothing else, you don't try, you look like the walking dead. God woman, you're going to be lucky if the poor bastard that gets tricked into marrying you won't kill you in a week, just to be rid of you!"

Christine just stared at him, she knew that he was right, he was right about everything, but she didn't want or need to be reminded, especially by him. She was so close to killing him but she knew if she even moved a muscle to hurt him, she would be dead. While easily thwarted in a verbal battle, Jordan was not one to cross in a physical one. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing he had gotten to her. She did her best to just smirk at him and walk calmly out of the room. Once out however, she sprinted toward the lake on the grounds. Tears were threatening to fall, clouding her vision; her brain wasn't thinking clearly, just a jumble of thoughts going a million miles an hour. She tried to keep the tears from her eyes, wiping them at the slightest hint of moisture. 'I have to pull myself together, I never cry, ever. I'm a bloody slytherin for god sake!'

Before she knew it she had stopped at the edge of the lake. Her legs buckled under her and she collapsed. She kept telling herself that she can't cry, she hadn't in 13 years and she wasn't about to start now. The air around her was growing slightly colder and clouds started to form, heavy with rain. She didn't know how long she had been there when she felt a comforting hand being placed on her shoulder.


Well, i hope yall like it. Oh yeah and WhatsShakinBacons, if you've ever been on quizilla then i posted this story there, and i posted this story about a month anda half ago, but i took it off, so you might not be crazy :) And thanks llCrayolall :) Glad you like it

Anyway, i have the first 19 parts of the story already done, so they should come out quickly :)

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