Having conjured their lunch up to the Gryffindor common room, Harry and Christie sat together, alone, eating.

"I really like this school. Much better than my old one." The comment came from Christie's mouth, out of the blue and Harry looked up.

"Christie, I never asked you. Where were you from before you came to Hogwarts?"

"Well, it's a bit of a long story. When I was younger, I was from a royal muggle family from Britain. It was fun but tiring, because everyone in the country knew you. When I got the letter from Hogwarts and my father read it, he was furious. He was so ashamed that his daughter was not "normal" and he abandoned me."

Harry listened, dumbfounded. He wondered how any father could be ashamed of a girl so beautiful and asked,
"What about your mother?"

"Well, I love my mother, but she is like a doormat. She allows my dad to step all over her and when he decided to throw me out of the mansion, my mother didn't stop him. Since then, I have moved from orphanage to orphanage, each year receiving the Hogwarts letter and crying because I couldn't go, until this year. When the orphanage found the letter, the head teacher took pity on me and told me, in secrecy, that she too was a witch. She provided the funding, and here I am."

Christie looked so sad, Harry couldn't bear it. He stood up, moved towards her sobbing figure, and pulled her to her feet. Though quite inexperienced in the romance side of life, Harry figured Christie could use some cheering up so he pulled her into a hug. She put her arms around his neck and Harry felt a shiver crawl down his spine. She pulled back, with her arms still around his waist and looked, with tear-stained eyes, into his face.
"Thank you" she whispered.

He smiled down on her, crazy thoughts running through his mind. They stood there for a moment, gazing into each other's eyes until Christie reached up and cupped Harry's face. She pulled towards him and slowly their lips melted together in a kiss. Her tongue massaged Harry's as they joined in a passionate kiss. Harry's hands, once hesitant, were now everywhere enjoying the silky smooth of Christie's gorgeous body. Harry felt like he was about to burst, he had never felt so alive in his life. Her hands moved slowly down towards his crotch, and as aroused as Harry felt, he didn't want to go that far, not now, and especially not in his school common room.

He pulled away and Christie looked up at him with big puppy-dog eyes and asked,
"Don't you want to continue?" Harry told her how he felt and she said,
"That's ok. But you don't mind me kissing you do you?" With a sly look on her face, and without waiting for an answer, Christie returned her lips to Harry's mouth, who gave in, desperately seeking Christie's fiery kiss.

Ron had decided he was sick of Hermione's attitude. She would not stop talking about Christie and how well she and Harry were getting on. She was so jealous that she was getting on Ron's nerves. They were having lunch in the Great Hall when Hermione suddenly burst into tears after Ron had launched into a heated description of Christie. Not wanting to be alone, Ron walked up towards the Gryffindor common room to see if Harry was there. He climbed through the portrait hole head first, but stopped when he noticed Harry and Christie, alone. They were staring at each other and suddenly, Christie lurched forward, and hit Harry with a powerful kiss. Ron gasped, but neither noticed as they were too wrapped up in each other. When Ron saw Harry's hand slip under Christie's blouse, he decided he he'd had enough and climbed awkwardly out of the hole trying not to make a sound.