Happy Birthday to… who?
In Kathleen's RoomMidnight
Well, I went and saw Christopher. I will tell you all about it. I used Kathleen's portkey to go there without the fuss. I decided to wear the jean skirt and tank top. I got there and Christopher was already there in the Leaky cauldron. He had bought me a butterbeer and was sitting at a table alone and in the center of the table was a small vase with a single rose, very romantic looking. He ordered us some food, I don't remember what actually, I was concentrating on Christopher. He seemed different and I couldn't put my finger on it. He was acting all sweet, but there was something sour beneath it all.
After that we went to all sorts of stores. He bought me a book, "The Muggle World" by Mischa Epperson. I thought that was also a bittersweet thing to do, Sweet he bought it, but I know everything about muggles already! He was also acting weird, almost a bit...nervous. We went and got ice cream. We saw the newest broom, shooting star. Christopher spent almost an hour in the Quidditch store. He was acting like a little boy on Christmas pointing things out to his mummy that he just needs.
We weren't the only people from Hogwarts there. James Potter and all of his entourage were there too. I saw them when we were in Filibuster's. I pretty much tried to ignore them. Although James wouldn't stop flirting with me! It was very annoying, and I was with my boyfriend.
When it was about 6: 30 he took me back to the Leaky cauldron. I had a salad. He had a big piece of chicken with mashed potatoes. I don't remember what we talked about because he was acting odder then he had been the entire day! After that he said he wanted to take another walk around Diagon Alley before I left.
He told me a lot of things about himself, about how much he loved me. He told me that he thought we were meant for each other. I was soaking it all up. We went back into an alley and we kissed. We kissed passionately. He was running his hands up and down my curves. I didn't even notice we kept kissing. My head was spinning. It was a wonderful sensation that was running through my veins. I felt happy, like my every fantasy was being fulfilled. Then suddenly I was slapped back to reality by a force that I still don't know what it was.
Christopher was holding me a bit firmer then he was before and with only one hand. I began to go back into my stupor caused by his tongue gently rubbing my lips. I didn't even realize what the hand he wasn't holding me with was doing.
Christopher had grabbed my skirt and was slowly and gently moving it down my hips and thighs. I didn't realize that he had stopped concentrating on our wonderful kiss. He was starting to take me down to the ground with him. My skirt was to my knees and then I realized it. Christopher was holding me tighter then ever, I couldn't move. I tried to break my lips away from his but he had forced my head back so I couldn't move my head well. I began to squirm. But my skirt was making it difficult. I tried to punch him, but he had taken control of my arms. He began to roll so he would be on top of me.
I bit him. I finally opened my mouth to let his tongue in, and when it began to touch mine I bit. And I bit him hard. He jumped and broke his mouth away. He loosened his arms and I took the chance to pull my skirt up to where it should be. I punched him in the stomach and I kicked him where it would hurt most. He groaned. I tried to roll away from him but he grabbed my legs. I screamed, loud.
Christopher pulled me by my legs back to him and then he went for my shirt. He yanked it up so that is was covering my face and my scream was slightly muffled. So Again I kicked him before he could lock me again, right where it hurts. He began to curl on the ground and I jumped up. I turned and was about to run before Christopher grabbed my legs. The last thing I saw before I slammed my head on the ground and passed out was James potter running as fast as he could at Christopher and me.
I woke up about five minutes later, I think. I was inside, I someone's arms. "Lil'?" they asked. It was a gentle caring voice, obviously that of a boy, and obviously a teenager, "Are you alright Lil'?" I cracked open my eyelids. It was James. He was stroking my hair and muttering things, sweet things, to me. It was like he was talking to a sleeping baby.
"Where am I?" I asked, trying to sit up.
He pushed me back down. "You've gotten a minor concussion, stay laying down." He began stroking my hair, "You are in the leaky cauldron. In a hotel room." I made a face at him and he looked away. "People were staring." He explained.
I tried to sit up again but he forced me down. "So," I began, "how much did you see?"
"Everything from you biting him to you becoming unconscious." He stopped stroking my hair and looked at me square in the eyes. "Are you okay?"
I began to twiddle my fingers since I obviously wasn't going to be moving anytime soon. "I'm not sure. I just can't get over the fact that it was Christopher. He wrote me letters before he got together with me. He was so nice then. I was falling in love before he became my boyfriend. I mean. I was his Lily Flower." James eyes did a little flash and he began stroking my hair again. He has such gentle hands. "He wasn't nearly that romantic in person, but I always liked people who could write well. I loved the little poems and clues. I enjoyed it, like a little girl on Christmas. It was a fun game. Who was Lily's Secret Admirer?" I laughed a little and sort of relaxed. "I can't believe he was using me for his own evil intentions."
Then it hit me. My Christopher was no longer my Christopher. He was a disgusting pervert. He tried to rape me. He didn't succeed, but he tried. "I'm sorry." James said. He had tears in his eyes. I thought that was so sweet. James was crying for me. I wish all boys were that sweet. "I'm sorry I didn't come and save you sooner. I could have run up and gotten you away from that, filth. But no, I just stood there. I let you get hurt more then you could have. You wouldn't have ended up with a concussion at least." He turned his head away so I couldn't see his face. "It's all my fault anyway."
"No, James. It is not your fault Christopher did that." I touched his cheek, but he turned it away further. "No Lil'. It is. I am the reason Christopher even got to you." He looked at me again. Tears were running down his face. "I was the secret Admirer. I wrote you those letters. I wanted to take you to the ball. I could have stopped him from getting you. I was about to walk in and see you during your first meal with him. But I heard you two talking. You were with him. And I didn't want to stop you, in fear that I might chase you away. But chasing you away could not have been worse then this! I would have ended up hurt before, but you were hurt worse. I can never forgive myself."
I sat up. This time he didn't stop me. "That is the sweetest thing that anyone has ever said to me James." I stood up. Everything was spinning but I needed to get back to Kathleen's ranch. "I need to go. Thank you, James. I really do mean it. Thank you. But I must go."
"Okay. But stay off you feet at least." James stood and picked me up, "I'll take you down to the fireplace."
"No, I have a special portkey that will take me straight to where I need to go. Don't worry. I'll be fine."
He put me down on the bed. I stood up and I took the portkey out of my pocket. I adjusted the end of the golden stick (which is what the portkey looks like) and just before I was whirling around to the ranch I heard james say "I Love you Lily."
Lily
