Hey people… Sorry about the late update. I changed the last part of chapter 18. please see (:

Chapter 19:

Christine was not only angry. She was mad. Never had Cedric really retorted her or stand up to her in such a manner. Usually he just gave into argues and accusations. She wasn't used to such behavior.

"Well… Maybe it's because he had enough of you, well, I don't know, bossing him around?"Jermaine said quietly during breakfast as she, her sisters and Christine were doing their work.

Before Christine could say anything, Kimberly cut in, saying, "No. It's impossible. Who ever asked him to hang around that Chang freak? Ignore him Christine, he's not worthy of you,"

"Yeah. Let him come to you. Don't go to him," Lynette remarked distractedly as she wrote furiously across her parchment, determined not to let inspiration escape from her.

"I don't know… I, I feel as if, I'm suffocating him," Christine said as she looked into the distance with blank eyes.

"Don't think too much about Chris," Jermaine said, "Our O.W.L.s prelims are round the corner. You want your 12 Outstandings, don't you?" she said practically.

"I seriously, 100-ly can't stand that Cho Chang," Kimberly retorted, "Everyone seems to think she is so nice, so kind hearted, so perfect, so everything. I'M NOT JEALOUS JER!" she said loudly at Jer who gave her the look.

"Yeah, but in actual fact she would do ANYTHING to get whatever she wants," Lynette said.

"Psst. Four o' Clock, Ravenclaw table, serious boy watch,"Kimberly said.

"Where?" the other three said in sync.

"Keep your heads down losers," Lynette whispered.

"Four o' Clock for dear old Jer-sie and eleven for Chris,"

"That Raymond is trying really hard for your attention dear," Christine said kindly, turning to her friend.

Jermaine blushed horribly and looked down into her oats.

"Speak for yourself Chris, can tell that Roger guy is serious about you," Kimberly said.

"How would you know?" Lynette said, "I mean, he's a player isn't he? How would you know if he isn't playing Christy?"

"He doesn't flirt around her... And he usually kisses a girl whom he is infatuated with within the hour of infatuation. He's actually shy around Chris and stuff..." Kimberly said.

"What about you two? Talk about other people without even realizing that a particular pair of red headed young men are after you two..." Jermaine said, spooning her oats into her mouth.

"Who? Fred and George and Kim and I?" Lyn asked.

"Don't be dense Lyn,"

"Yeah..." she replied in a high pitched tone, "We went out and stuff,"

"They aren't that bad. Really funny..."

"Save the details for tonight girls, we have to get to class,"Practical Queen Jermaine the IVsaid.

As the four of them triapsed out of the hall, doing a stupid dance (involving a fluffy bunny and a poofy fairy)Kim, Lyn, Jer and Chris invented, Kimberly's robes snagged on suit of armour, causing her to fall terribly.

"Oh shit," she muttered as she entangled her robes from the armour.

She watched as people around her laughed. Some did cruelly, some did just out of humour. She spotted Cho Chang, laughing at pointing at her in her stupid, irritating, half tinkling laughter.

"Oh Kimberly," Cho started, "You do amuse me with your clumsiness!" before turning around and walking away, laughing,with her usual bunch of giggling, girly, freakish friends.

Snarling, Kimberly pulled out her wand, pointed it at Cho'sl ong, sleek, blackhair, saying,"Lecarnum Inflamarei," (got that spell from the first movie where Hermione se Snape's robes on fire), setting the base on fire, singing her once, perfect locks...

BORDER.

Herbology the next day was practically a disaster for Christine. She was personally victimized by a grotesque looking bean and it's vines, she had soil smeared in a line on her face, and had bobotuber pus slopped all over her robes. After that lesson, she swung her bag over her shoulders and stormed out of class, failing to achieve her usual thirty or more points for Gryffindor.

She ran her hands through her sticky hair, trying to squeeze it clean of the wretched pus.

"Christine!"

Oh great. It's pretty boy, she thought, walking briskly towards the ever changing staircases.

"Christine! Stop," he shouted as he ran after her.

Play hard to get Lynette's voice echoed in her mind.

Be practical and apologize came Jermaine's wise voice.

She was caught between two decisions and had absolutely no idea what to do. She decided to make a run for it.

Dashing down the staircase, she was determined to lose him. That was until she stepped on a trick step and got stuck…

"DAMN!" she swore as she tried to heave her leg from the step.

She watched helplessly as she saw Cedric slow down and walk towards her.

Desperately, she took out her wand and pointed it to the step, exasperatedly crying out different spells.

"Releashio!"

Nothing worked.

"Christine,"

"Take your hands off me!" she snarled.

He watched on the steps, careful not to step on the one she was one, amused by her feeble attempts to wrench her leg off the step.

"At least let me help you…"

"Why? Why should I give you a chance to redeem yourself?" she snapped.

"What gives you the idea that I want to?" he snapped back.

"Fine!" she said, sitting down on the higher step, "I don't need your help, I'll just wait for either one of the triplets to come along to help me off this stupid thing,"

"It's after lessons. Everyone is in their common room," he said plainly, "Besides, no one really takes this staircase. They take the other one right across there," he said, pointing in the opposite direction.

She ignored him.

"Fine. I shall sit here until you humble yourself enough to ask for help," he said, sitting one step higher than her, provoking authority.

"You had better go. Cho Chang might be worried sick about her darling Cedric," she said after twenty suffocating minutes.

"You had better get help, for fear your dear Roger might be looking for you," he said, smiling in an annoying way.

How she wanted to slap his face.

She pointed his wand at him, only to be confronted by his own wand.

"You hex me, I hex you," h e said, still smiling.

Boy, he knew how to play her game.

"Fine," she said, still keeping her wand at his face.

If he wanted to sit here all day all night rain or shine with her just to get her to seek help, she wanted to make sure that he was going to suffer with her.

She stretched as far as she could, trying to reach her school bag…

Just a little more…Just a little more…

Cedric looked away, annoyed that she wouldn't even ask for a little help.Without her knowledge, he nudged it towards her.

"HA! Gotcha!" she said triumphantly, looking at him with the expression which plainly stated : See? I can make do without your help, without knowing how wrong she was…

Minutes turned into hours. Christine began to feel lethargic until she heard the familiar raucous chatter of the triplets…

"Honestly Jermaine, you can't so thick as to not notice Raymond was staring at you…"

"All nerds don't notice anything,"

"But-"

"KIM! LYN! JERMAINEEEE!" Christine shouted, startling Cedric.

Three of them turned around and faced Christine.

"Help. Me," Christine mouthed.

A wide grin spread across Jermaine's face.

"Oh no no no… We are in a hurry," Jermaine said.

"But we- OWW YOU FREAK! YOU STEPPED ON ME ON PURPOSE!"

"I'M TELLING MUM… I'M TELLING MUM…." Kimberly sang in an exaggerated childish voice.

"Quiet Kim," Jermaine said, "She needs to humble herself," before pulling her sisters away.

"You- You- YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME IN THE LURCH!" Christine shouted unbelievably as she saw them disappeared.

"Don't worry Chris! We will save you!"

"Yeah! Once this mad ass gets her hands off us!"

"ARGH…."

"I HAVE A MONTH'S DETENTION! CAN YOU BEAT THAT!"

"SERVES HER RIGHTTTTT..." Jermaine's voice echoed...

Christine's facial expression was no more than a - -

A few more minutes passed and Christine gave up.

"FINE… UNPLUG ME FROM THIS… THIS… THING!" she said, flailing her arms desperately.

A wide grin spread across Cedric's face.

Clearing his throat, he said, "I, Christine Lin, promises to be nice and tolerant to Cedric and his friends,"

"Oh no you don't…" she said venomously.

"And so, I shall henceforth be polite to ALL his friends and be patient with him,"

"And I , Cedric Diggory, promises not to flirt with other Asian beauties or any other girl," Christine started.

"I do not flirt!" he remarked.

"AND promises to pay more attention to his beloved, pretty, intellectual, gifted,art inclined girlfriend Christieee…" she said, smirking.

"Deal," he said, reaching out his hand.

"Deal," she agreed, taking his hand and shaking it, before being hauled out of the trick step…

BORDER.

"Hey!" came a bright voice as Christine was studying in the library.

Looking up, she saw the ruggedly good looking Roger Davies.

"What do you want now, Davies?" she said, trying to ignore a flipping sensation in her stomach as she returned to her Transfiguration essay.

"An apple for the teacher's pet," he said, waving his wand so that an apple stood in front of her on two miniature legs.

She smiled faintly at the impressive charm work…

What? Why am I attracted to him?

She watched as the apple marched around her hand which was on the table. She laughed as it climbed over her fingers and stumbled. She caught it before it fell and kindly set it on the table. It folded its legs and little arms. It was like as if it was watching her and looking at her…

"Someone finally loosens ups," he said, smiling at her laughter.

It was enough for him.

Her smile faltered and she looked back at her work.

"Haven't you caused enough trouble?" she asked, reverting to her cold voice.

"Still angry are we?" Roger said, "Ahh, life goes on," he said, winking at her before pulling out his homework.

She was determined to ignore him.

Raging hormones were at its peak in a life of a teenager…

The apple walked back and forth, picking up random quills lying around the table and dipping it in pots of ink, laying it neatly side by side for Christine to use, saving her the trouble of dipping her quill into the ink pot time and again.

"You're a cute little apple, aren't you?" she asked, stroking its smooth, red skin.

"Why can't I factorize this?" Roger asked.

Deciding to forgive Roger and talk to him, she replied, "That's because you made an error," she said, pointing it out to him.

Cedric didn't say I couldn't talk to Roger. He's nice… she thought defensively, its not like as if like I don't love Cedric anymore…

"It's cute, isn't it?" he said, nodding towards it.

"Yeah… Yeah it is," she said distractedly, taking the quill the apple handed her.

"Useful around homework, useful around someone upset," he said, grinning.

"What? I'm not upset," she said looking back at her homework.

"What's going on with you and Cedric?"

"Nothing,"

"Then where is he now?"

"You ask a lot of questions," she said.

"Shouldn't he be here with you? Helping you with your homework?"

"I can handle my homework fine by myself, thank you very much," she snapped.

"You have a mistake there," he said, pointing out her mistake, "You change animals into goblets and vice versa. How could you forget your grade two work?" he asked, grinning at her.

She pulled out her wand, ready to correct her mistake, only to hear a small squeak emitted from her apple as it ran and hid behind a deck of books.

"It doesn't like wands," he added in a whisper.

"Oh! Oh dear," she said, slipping it back.

She watched as the apple stumble towards her and gave her hand a big hug.

A warm smile spread over her face.

"Awww…. Getting all soft here, are we?"

Roger doged a heavy book.

Where was Cedric? It wasn't like him to be late…