Chapter 23:
Another gust of wind, added with another loud flump.
Loud cheers were issued from the crowd.
Harry Potter, as usual, looked rather dazed. Cedric was restraining a very distressed Christine who had the big urge to surge forward to Jermaine's dead body.
Jermaine lay on the ground, her eyes still wide, full of emptiness, devoid of the love they once held.
The cheers ceased. Mutterings and whispers could be heard instead. Through her tears, she could see Lynette and Kimberly forcing their way through the crowd.
"THAT'S MY SISTER YOU JERK, LET ME THROUGH…"
"DO THAT AGAIN AND I'LL HEX YOU UNTIL YOU ARE INCAPABLE OF REPRODUCING!"
"Jermaine?" Lynette whispered, shaking the limp body of her sister.
"Lyn… I'm sorry… it's all my fault… my fault…" Christine sobbed. "If she hadn't…if she wasn't with me… she wouldn't have died…"
"Chris, don't blame yourself, it's not your fault," Cedric said, trying his utmost best to calm the struggling girl down.
Kimberly looked at the limp body, eyes wide with horror, "She's dead, isn't she? SHE'S DEAD! JERMAINE'S DEAD! HOW COULD YOU CHRISTINE! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO US ! TO HER!"
"I'm really sorry, we didn't know, the entrance, the lateness," Christine sobbed.
"It wasn't her fault!" Cedric gasped, pain embracing his body.
"The hospital wing," Dumbledore said in a grave voice. Grave, but so serious…
SOMETIMES I WONDER WHY I'M DOING THIS. BORDER.
The Great Hall was covered with black banners. This leaving feast was different. Usually the winning house had its house colours draped over the ceilings. But this time…
"There has been a great loss to the school. Not only to the house, but also to the entire school." Dumbledore's voice was solemn. "We have lost a student, a friend, a counselor. To Jermaine." He raised his goblet.
"To Jermaine," the school murmured, raising their goblets.
Cedric stole a glance at Christine whose expression was as grave as Dumbledore's as she drank to Jermaine. Lynette stood by Christine, while Kimberly stood far away from them. They were all crying silently. Students from other houses were also mourning for the petite girl.
"…The ministry does not want to tell you this…" Dumbledore said in a grave manner.
Christine could not bear the mood anymore. She slipped out of the hall.
BORDER. WOOHOOO.
During the holidays after Cedric graduated, Christine paid one final visit to Jermaine's grave. Her body was buried under a peach blossom tree. Jermaine always liked peach blossoms anyway.
Christine broke up with Cedric due to "personal reasons"... She didn't shout as he expected her too but nevertheless, he pleaded with her to give him another chance.
She didn't.
It was a rather calm affair, really. Christine didn't have the mood to scream or shout or stomp around the castle like what she was known for doing.
Christine stood under the tree, a white rose in hand. After fingering it for a little while, she placed it on Jermaine's grave. A picture of her was on the grave stone. She was radiant with joy and happiness, waving merrily at Christine, her hand only to be smacked away by someone else from within the picture. Christine looked at Jermaine laugh as the picture replayed itself continuously.
She remembered the first time she met Jermaine…
She was always there for her when she needed to confide in someone.
She was always there for her when she needed help with her relationships.
She was always there as a friend… Almost like a sister…
"I'm really sorry…" Christine said, eyes full of tears, "You were my one true friend; I will never ever forget…"
Wiping the tears from her eyes, she looked into the distant mountains, breathing in the scent of the peach blossoms.
'Christine?"
It was Cedric.
She wiped her eyes, not wanting to notice him.
"Christine…"
"I know what you are going to say, and the answer is no, "she said softly.
He walked forward, attempting to hold her.
She drew away and faced him. Her eyes were extremely red now and tears were still streaming down her cheeks.
"I trusted you, yet you betrayed me... I'm sorry, but it just can't go on," she said, before walking away…
She walked away from her true love,
She walked away from her shame,
The shame which she longed to be free from one day…
Christine's POV:
Maybe we will meet someday. Maybe someday when we meet, I will be able to forgive you; our love will be rekindled, it will be proven true once and for all….
Cedric's POV:
Maybe when we meet someday, you will find it in yourself to forgive me. Maybe that will be the day you will be willing to love me like you did once before. Maybe the day we meet, our love can be rekindled. Our love which was grown by us, but by no means childish…
END.
Credits:
Bubblegumm
All the wonderful people who reviewed, flamers, critics, and lovely fans who loved this fic.
My inspiration (yay me)
Bubblegumm
The gym- the place where my imagination took place as I ran.
And bubblegumm again who DIED.
Well people I hope you liked this fic although I found a few of the chapters crummy. And haha. I got loads of reviews telling me how upset they were that Jer died. And Jer, who is currently editing this story, would like to say how pleased she is that people like her. O.o
Did you know that Jermaine is a real person? She's like one of my best friends. She lives 16 floors above me and she studies at the same school. We used to be in the same class and sit next to each other and annoy the teachers. Ahahaha. Well she is exactly like what I depicted in the story. But she can be a bit, erm, crazy at times. Yeah. Just that Lynette, aka thechosenMay, is so much crazier – Jer
So about that Kimberly girl… Well, we used to be good friends, until recently I found out that she was gossiping behind my back and saying lots of nasty stuff to all those bitches at school. Who cares anyway? I have better friends –snub-
SO, thanks y'all again and keep an eye out for :
A Rekindled Love, A Burning Hate.
sincerely,
thechosenMay.