Chapter 11: menstrual cramps and a secret savior
As the weeks progressed people became less and less alarmed when this new girl came bouncing down the hallway closely followed by Blaise Zabini, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger (and her crew) and Leif Erickson (Cherie's new best guy friend) (A/N: no romance there!!). Finally almost three weeks into the school year something changed.
It was a normal Thursday morning when all of a sudden a dark and dismal creature skulked down the merry Hogwarts halls, leaving despair and fear in its wake. Student tremble as the almost tangible aura of pain and hormones drifted off of their usually cheerful and loving schoolmate. Cherie glared at the staring first years only letting up when she saw Maria (the first year she had met on the way to Hogwarts) managing a small smile Cherie began a conscious effort to look at least a margin more like her usual self. Pasting a smile on and pushing back her shoulders Cherie continued down to the great hall for breakfast.
Absentmindedly picking at her food Cherie decided not to eat for it would only cause her more pain. She could feel people's eyes on her like flies crawling up and down her body. Suddenly she decided to go to class early. Grabbing her bag she bid a semi-cheerful good bye to a very worried Blaise and Draco. Trudging up a few fights of stairs She could feel her insides twist and do the mambo inside of her. All of a sudden all the blood in her body rushed to her head. Feeling her legs collapse under neither of her, she reached out for the railing grasping instead air. Knowing that she would probably fall down the stairs and that no one would find her for several minutes Cherie let herself fall into the beckoning blackness. Hitting instead of the unmerciful stone steps, Cherie in her semi-consciousness felt warm arms envelope her and lift her up.
Drifting in her mind Cherie could see her feelings as through some unknown painter was diffusing them in water. In an almost harmonic sense her feelings changed splashes of red representing pain periodically made themselves manifest. Blues and purples showed contentment. The occasional bits of greens showed nausea or hunger. Pink showed itself when every her mysterious rescuer accidentally brushed against a tender part of her hyperactive body. Her rescuer! The realization dashed into her consciousness as though written in bright florescent yellow.
Fighting her way to consciousness Cherie struggled to sit up, only to have a hand push her back down and a very gentle and soothing voice reprimand her for the attempt. Sinking back into blissful unawareness Cherie allowed all conscious thoughts to drift away….
A/N: who saved her? Hmmmm….we'll see…..