Chapter 6:
A/N: ok guys! here it is to my faithful readers...jus so u kno i did finish harry potter and the half blood prince and was bawlin my eyes out! definitely worth waiting for! hope u like this and dont forget to review! thanks so much!
DISCLAIMER: ok i kno this is the first time i put one up but, i only own the plot and Christine Davet, the harry potter characters and setting belong to jkr and the mention of phantom of the opera that belongs to andrew lloyd webber.
That night, Christine had the weirdest dream about the upcoming match. Of course, after it woke her up in the middle of the night, she couldn't remember any of the details, but it was definitely strange. She couldn't go back to sleep, so she went down to her favorite armchair, took her favorite position in it and began to read her book. She read on into the night until she heard someone come downstairs.
"Good morning," said a familiar voice as the person wrapped his arms around her and kissed her on the cheek.
"Good morning," she yawned, swinging her legs to the floor and turning around to hug him.
"How long have you been up?" Harry asked. "You should've been sleeping,"
"I don't really know, but wait for me and we'll go down to breakfast," she answered while hurrying up to her dormitory. She entered the room quietly, trying to wake up her roommates. She changed her clothes and picked out a pair a dark blue jeans, a black shirt and a pair of black ugg boots.
She met Harry downstairs a few minutes later and they made their way to the Great Hall, even though she wasn't hungry. She reasoned to herself that if she ate something she would feel better about her match later. How wrong she was. When she and Harry had entered the Great Hall, she knew she was not going to eat anything. The smell of food made her stomach queasy and she had to breath out of her mouth in order to keep from being sick. She decided that she would sit with Harry while he ate, but at this sight, she decided to go back to the common room. However, on her way there, she bumped into Ron and Hermione in the corridor.
"Hey, you don't look so good," Ron began, losing the cheerfulness in his voice as he spoke.
"Yeah well, if you just watched Harry eat breakfast and you didn't feel good, you wouldn't look so good either," Christine joked weakly. "I really don't know what's wrong with me though, maybe I'm nervous."
"What for? You've played Quidditch for the past two weeks, and are doing quite well according to Alayna ," Hermione said, trying to make her friend feel better.
"Yeah but in practice, Brent and Eric don't actually try to hurt the chasers," Christine replied, while glancing at Crabbe and Goyle, the Slytherin beaters.
"Good point," Ron blurted out, not realizing the worried look on Christine's face.
"Ron!" Hermione hissed, "Don't say stuff like that! Now she's only going to think about how they could actually hurt her –"
"Guys! Hello? Um, yeah, in case you were trying to make me feel better, it's not working," Christine gulped as she again glanced through the doors of the Great Hall at Crabbe and Goyle. They were now cracking walnuts without even flexing.
"I'm going for a walk, by myself, if you don't mind," she added quickly as both Hermione and Ron opened their mouths to argue. She walked in the direction of the lake, deciding that it would be the ideal place to stay out of eyesight. As she left, she could hear Hermione scolding Ron for what he said.
"Way to go Ron! Another fine example of your discreet tactics!" Hermione was saying with a hint of venom in her voice.
Christine soon found herself walking by the water's edge. She sat down in the cold snow, where she had first heard Harry talk about tryouts. She began to remember how he had looked so furious when she didn't talk with him at tryouts and how he thought she was mad at him. She smiled to herself and sat there for about an hour, when suddenly someone walked up behind her.
"Fancy meeting you here Mudblood," said the all too familiar drawl of Draco Malfoy. She had completely forgotten about him, even though he was in all of her classes. But when she remembered how they had escaped from and embarrassed his father and his fellow Death Eaters, she figured he was too embarrassed to start anything with them. She turned around to face him, and found that, as usual, Crabbe and Goyle were with him.
"Malfoy, I have nothing to say to you and you clearly have nothing to say to me. So, I think you and your body guards should leave me alone. I really don't feel like embarrassing you here," Christine sighed as she walked past them.
"You filthy little Mudblood," Malfoy spat back, putting an extra emphasis on the last word. Christine stopped, let out another long sigh, and turned around to face them.
"If you are quiet finished with your name calling, I would like to leave. I have to get dressed so I can beat you at Quidditch now," Christine stated as quite a matter-of-factly. She actually sounded just like Hermione, and scared herself.
"You expect to beat me?" Malfoy questioned as he pulled out his wand as a threat. "Well, you won't be making that match," he snarled. He started to mutter a spell, but Christine was faster. She had hit Malfoy with a stunning charm, and as Crabbe and Goyle were too stupid to think of their own wands, she turned on her heel and walked down to the pitch.
She had not realized it was already time for her to meet the team in the locker rooms until Malfoy showed up. She dressed in silence and tried to relax a bit. Alayna began her pre-game talk, which Christine barely listened to, and soon the team was lining up and waiting to walk onto the field. Harry gave her a kiss for good luck as the team filed onto the field, then took his position in the air. Madame Hooch mounted her broom, released the four balls, and the game began.
Christine didn't know what happened when she heard the whistle blow, but she seemed to leave herself. It was like her body was doing everything that she did in practice, without her mind telling her what to do. She zoomed in and out of players and before she knew it, Alayna had scored the first goal and they were back in starting positions. Soon, Christine relaxed and settled into her position. The Gryffindor chasers seemed to work well together as they dodged bludgers and players alike.
Finally, when Gryffindor scored and took the lead eighty to sixty, Christine was having fun again. She didn't even notice the smirk on Malfoy's face as the game began again. Alayna was the first to the Quaffle and began calling out plays. As the chasers worked the ball up field, a Slytherin chaser knocked the Quaffle out of Katie Bell's hand and the ball flew towards the the wall of one of the stands. Christine took off, and raced towards the ball, her back towards the field. As she stretched for the ball, she didn't see Crabbe hit a bludger her way and was hit in the back of the head. The bludger knocked her out, and because she was so close to the wall, she crashed into it and fell to the ground. Her head had taken the blunt of the force from the wall and was split open in the back from the impact of the bludger. She was sprawled out on the ground, not moving as staff members and teammates rushed to help her. Harry, pushed his way through the crowd, only to be pushed back out of the way as Professor McGonagall took Christine to the Hospital Wing.
A few days later, Christine woke up in the hospital wing. Harry was asleep in a chair at the foot of her bed. Christine barely moved to sit up in the bed, when Harry suddenly jerked awake. He rubbed his eyes and ran his fingers through his hair before realizing Christine was looking at him.
"Hey, how are you feeling?" he smiled as he got up and kissed her on the forehead.
"Like my head has been trampled on," she joked playfully.
"Well, you took quite a beating," Harry explained as he sat down again.
"How long have I been out?" Christine inquired, hoping that she hadn't missed any classes.
"It's Tuesday morning, I have to get to class, but Madame Pomfrey wants to keep you here a little longer to make sure, you're all right," Harry added quickly and firmly as Christine made to get out of bed. "Don't worry about your work, Hermione will more than likely have it for you when you get back. But I'll be back at lunch and at the end of the day," he continued.
"Okay, bye," Christine said, "Oh Harry! You finished the game right?" When Harry nodded she said, "Well, who won?"
"We did," he smiled modestly as he walked out of the Hospital Wing. Christine smiled back at him and settled back into her warm bed and fell asleep. At lunch, Harry came back up to the Hospital Wing with Ron and Hermione. They talked about lessons from the morning, Quidditch and the look on Malfoy's face after he lost again, and laughed at stupid jokes. When it was time for them to return to their classes, Hermione and Ron gave Christine a hug and said their goodbyes. Harry told them he'd see them in class and watched them leave.
"I'll see you after class," he said, giving her a weak smile and a kiss on the cheek.
"Bye Harry." After he left, Madame Pomfrey walked in with a bottle in her hands.
"Miss Davet, how do you feel," she asked, as she set down the bottle and felt her patients forehead.
"Good," Christine replied with a smile.
"No pains or aches anywhere?" Madame Pomfrey inquired further.
"Well, unless you count the constant headache, which feels like a bunch of trolls tromping around in there, no I'm fine."
"Well, that's only expected. But I think after you finish this potion, you can go to your common room and rest there," she smiled, as she handed Christine the cup with a light blue mixture in it.
"Thank you," Christine choked as she finished the medicine, "Um, Madame Pomfrey, if anyone comes looking for me later, will you tell them where I am?"
"Of course dear." Christine smiled at the healer of Hogwarts and made her way through the empty corridors to the Gryffindor common room. It was empty, as she expected, but it still felt strange not to be hearing all the laughter and jokes she usually heard. Noticing she was still in her Quidditch robes, Christine decided to take a shower and change. She dried herself quickly and dressed in blue jeans and a tan, v-neck shirt. She let her wet hair hang down her back, and sprayed a little gel in it and left it alone. As it dried, her hair began to naturally curl slightly, and framed her face. She walked back down to the common room, muttered a charm to light the fireplace, and made herself comfortable on the couch to write letters to her family.
Just as she finished signing her name on the last letter, she heard voices approaching from the direction of the portrait hole. She hurried up the staircase to put her things away and rushed out the door to meet whoever came in to the common room. Unfortunately, whoever had come through the portrait had already made their way up the stairs and to the door of the dormitories. Christine had rammed into her in her excitement to be around people.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry," Christine cried as she helped her victim up off the floor.
"It's all right," groaned Hermione as she sat on the floor rubbing her shoulder that had taken most of the hit. "I wasn't expecting anyone to be in here," she joked as Christine helped her up off the floor. "Why are you so hyper?"
"I've been cooped up in here and haven't talked to anyone since lunch. I guess I got a bit excited when I heard someone come into the common room." Christine answered, blushing slightly. The girls walked back into the room they shared with Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil and another girl named Melanie Fontaine. Hermione could only laugh at her friend as she put her things down.
"Oh, Harry went to get you in the Hospital Wing so you might as well wait for him downstairs, he should be here soon," Hermione remembered.
"Are you coming?" Christine inquired before rising from her bed and walking towards the door.
"Yeah, hold on." Hermione quickly changed her clothes, while Christine waited for her by the door.
When Christine and Hermione entered the common room, they were surprised to see how quickly it had filled up with their house mates. But this thought was soon pushed from their minds, as a crowd seemed to form around them faster than a snitch around a Quidditch pitch. She was bombarded with different questions, and as she tried to answer all of the questions, she seemed to slur her words and made some faces at the questions being asked. In fact, she didn't remember half of the questions having any truth behind them. She was about to scream when Alayna Brayden appeared on the scene.
"Okay, okay, leave her alone!" she shouted over the crowd, "You guys act as if Christmas morning!" With many groans, the crowd began to disperse, and Christine gave a sigh of relief.
"Thanks."
"No problem. So are you feeling better?" Alayna asked with anxiety in her voice. All Christine could do was smile at the hypocrisy of her friend's question.
"Yeah, why?"
"'Cause we have practice tomorrow," Alayna replied in a business like tone before walking away. Christine and Hermione both giggled and walked over to the couch.
They sat talking for about ten minutes before Harry came walking in through the portrait. After a few seconds of looking around for someone, he finally located Christine sitting on the couch.
"Hey, glad to be back?" he asked as he kissed her and joined the girls in front of the fire.
"Yeah, I just don't want to think about all the work I missed," Christine groaned as she snuggled up to him and he slipped his arm around her small shoulders. "Where's Ron?"
"Eating, uh, we should probably join him," Harry stammered for a moment, while giving Hermione a wink.
"Sounds good, are you coming Hermione?" Christine asked her friend.
"No, I don't have much of an appetite. I think I'm going to go finish some homework," she responded and turned her back to her friends. Christine was about to argue with her, when Harry swept her out of the common room faster than you could have said appetite.
"What was that about?" Christine yelled a little winded and irritated at being rushed out of Gryffindor Tower so fast.
"Oh, I just, uh," Harry stammered, trying to answer the not so simple question. "I just thought we better get there before Ron eats everything." She eyed him trying to decide if she was going to believe him or not, but after remembering her red headed friend's love for food, dropped the subject. They walked to the Great Hall, talking the whole way about classes and how exciting it would be to be Aurors after Hogwarts. When they finally made their way over to Ron, Christine received the shock of her life. Ronald Weasley, her best friend who had been known to put away a whole turkey, had left his dinner plate untouched. As Christine sat down to think about this, she realized that with all the food he ate, he still seemed to be in very good shape. He was very muscular, but she couldn't remember him doing anything to get that way. She was jerked back to reality when someone along the table dropped a fork on their plate.
"Ron, what's wrong?" Christine asked, a little worried that her friend might be sick.
"Nothing," Ron smiled.
"Oh, then you already ate," she stated as if it was the only other possible explanation.
"No, why?" Ron chuckled with a quizzical look on his face.
"It's not like you to miss a meal," Christine continued. Harry in the meantime, seemed to be talking with Colin Creevey. When she turned back to Ron she asked, "So why aren't you eating?" Ron, however didn't answer, Harry did.
"Do you really want to know why Ron isn't eating?" Harry asked with a twinkle in his eyes. He knew he had ignited a spark in Christine's mind, and also knew that she could never ignore something so intriguing. She didn't know what to think, but only nodded in response.
"Then follow us," Harry said as he and Ron both got up from the table and walked out of the Great Hall. Christine followed them, and the three made their way back to the Fat Lady in silence. As they stood there, Christine still didn't know what to expect, and didn't even think about giving the Fat Lady the password. Harry and Ron, being the gentlemen that they were, muttered the password and stepped back.
"Ladies first," Harry insisted with that same mischievous twinkle in his eye, as both he and Ron bowed at the same time and ushered her in. Christine, still not sure if she trusted her friends, hesitantly walked through into the common room, and was met by the loud shouts of, "Surprise!" from her friends.
The room was decorated with balloons and streamers, confetti was flying everywhere, and a big banner that read "Welcome Back Christine!" was hanging above the crowd. Christine looked back at Harry and Ron only to find them both smiling proudly. She walked over and gave Ron a thank you hug.
"It was Harry's idea," he whispered in her ear before breaking the hug as Hermione joined them and stood next to Harry. Christine walked over and gave her other best friend a thank you hug as well, then turned to Harry.
"Thank you, so much," she whispered to him while giving him a hug and a kiss. All he could do was smile.
"Well then, I think it's time to start celebrating Christine's homecoming from the hospital," Ron grinned, "Christine, if you would be so kind as to cut the pie, I–"
"Pie? What no cake?" Christine teased, looking at Harry.
"Well, since we all know you hate cake, we decided to get something you liked," Harry explained, "I mean after all, the party is for you." He led her over to the table that had the pie on it, and handed her a knife. It was the biggest apple pie Christine had ever seen; it looked like a large pizza.
The party went on for hours as Christine laughed and joked with her friends at stupid things. However, being as she was a prefect, when the popaball's began to explode she had to stop laughing and help Hermione find the perpetrator. But she was able to once again enjoy herself once Dean and Seamus had relinquished their supply of Weasleys' Wizard Weezes. Soon, the large crowd that had once existed in the common room was down to about ten people. She began to yawn and rub her eyes, she was exhausted. She said her goodnights and she and Harry made their way to the stairs. She was about to say goodnight to him, when Ron and Hermione came over to them.
"Before you go to bed Christine, we have something to tell you both," Ron said.
"What is it?" she asked with a yawn.
"We just wanted you two to be the first to know," he continued.
"That we are officially dating," Hermione finished.
"Oh that's wonderful!" squealed Christine, she gave yet another hug to her friends, while Harry remained silent. When they three turned to see Harry's reaction, he seemed to be bored with the information.
"Harry what do you have to say?" Christine asked him with an icy tone, feeling that he was being a little rude.
"Well it's about time!" Harry chuckled with a cheeky grin, "Honestly, you two have been fighting like you were married since first year." Christine hit his arm and gave him a disbelieving look. He pretended to be hurt, and his impression just made the others laugh.. Christine and Harry said their goodnights one last time to their friends, and walked up the stairs to the door of the girls dormitories.
"Thank you Harry. This really was a great welcome home present."
"You're welcome. So what did you think of your first Quidditch match?" he asked as he pulled her closer to him and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"I had a lot of fun," she yawned again.
"I'm glad I'm keeping you awake," he joked as he watched her.
"Shut up," she whispered as she looked down, thinking it was impolite to yawn in someone's face when they were that close to you. Harry moved her hair out of her face, and chuckled to himself.
"You better get to bed, Madame Pomfrey probably wouldn't like the fact that we gave you a party when you should have been resting." He kissed her softly on the lips and with a final hug, Christine pulled away and opened the door.
"Goodnight," she said and closed the door.