'I want to kill him.' I said finally finishing my fire whisky.

'You don't need him.' Harry said.

'I know I don't.. I want revenge.' I said.

'But how!' Hermione said thunking her bottle down, making Ron jump next to her then continue snoring.

'Oh, I don't know.' I said exasperated.

'I have an idea.'

Hermione and I stared at Harry.

'Well?'

'I'll tell you later.'

'Harry.' Hermione and I said firmly.

'Well.. I've been giving it thought. We could spread a rumour.. or actually.. do something to cause the rumour.' Harry said.

'Harry James Potter. I am not sleeping with you.' I said firmly as he took a swig from his butterbeer bottle.

He placed the bottle down with the thud and wiped his mouth.

'T'was just an idea.' He said sighing.

'This rumour.. What would it be about?' Hermione said breaking the silence.

'Well, I mean.. Christa.. might not have been a virgin before Draco found his way to her.'

'I was too!' I said looking at him with disgust.

'No that's the rumour.'

'Oh.. Well.. It won't seem right.. I mean Draco was meant to bring me to Voldemort a virgin, and since I'm not now, but since you claim that BEFORE Draco was into me.. It won't make sense..'

'Huh?' Harry said as Hermione suddenly drifted out and started nodding her head.

'If we want this to work, we will need it to be good. Something that will hurt him.. something WAY below the belt.'

'Uh, it hurts you know.' Harry said.

'What?' Hermione and I said looking at Harry worried.

'Getting kicked in the nuts hurts.' He said.

Hermione and I stared at each with weird looks at each other and tried hard not to laugh.

'Harry, that's something I did not exactly need to know, but never the less.. I was referring to something that would really hurt him below the belt not kicking him in the nuts.'

'Pretend you're pregnant.' Harry said firmly.

'WHAT, are you fucking crazy? You sure nothing is in your butterbeer!' I said nearly spitting the contents of my mouth onto the table and a sleeping Ron.

'Well there's that.. or you could shag Montague I suppose..'

'Harry James Potter, do you just want me to get around the castle or something!'

'Listen to me Christa without using your witted tongue,' He said looking directly at me. 'He knows Montague knows about it all, hell your not pregnant so if you started shagging Montague there's a chance your could get pregnant! Even if you didn't get pregnant, just think, Draco can't have you if you're with Montague!'

'Uh.. and if I was to get pregnant.. the baby wouldn't be valuable to Voldemort – even if I lost the baby.. I mean.. oh my god Harry.' I said getting up from the table and hit Ron across the head.

Ron moaned and woke up with Hermione scowling at him and she helped him up.

I walked out of the pub and into the main street to find Montague. He was the one who could help me now! He would be able to sort all the mess out!

'Montague!' I said shouting when I saw him exit a shop with Jakki trailing behind him.

'We can't be seen talking.' He hushed and Jakki stopped to talk as Montague fled.

'Christa.. Montague is planning something to help you.. but you must go along with it. He can't be seen with you or the plan will be discovered early!'

'Jakki, what is the plan!' I said suspiciously, raising my eyebrow.

'Just.. promise me to use protection.' She said, hugging me and walked away quickly in pursuit of Montague.

I stood there in the middle of a Hogsmeade street which had just started to snow.

Harry ran up behind me and gripped me waist and bit my ear gently.

'What's up babe?' He asked. We weren't going out but it to someone else it might seem very different.

'He's planning something.. Montague that is.. I don't know what, Jakki told me to use protection and then left…' I said sighing.

'Well if using protection is that simple, I'll… well I'll wear a glow in the dark condom on my head and take on the 'dark lord!''

'Harry, dear, you need not wear a condom on your head to assure the rest of the world you are a class A dick.' I said grinning with Harry giving me a mocked hurt face.

'How right you are, I completely forgot.. then again, people do say I have a big head, hey.' He said winking at me and I gave him a gentle punch on the arm.

'What ever you say, dickhead.'

We spend the rest of the afternoon arguing about Harry and his fondness for latex on his head… the one on his shoulders that is.