Magical Charm

By: Dragon's That Fly

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Chapter: Six

Title: Cross Roads

Rating: M

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Disclaimer: I only own: Carolina (Carrie) Riddle; Michele Merrill; Isobel Jameson; the plot; and other unrecognizable characters from the world Harry Potter.

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Author's Note: Tell me what you think, please.

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It had one month, and five days, since Michele and I had begun our relationship; and, Merlin on high, it was intense. Within the first two weeks we'd 'done the deed'; and were doing it, practically, every moment we were alone – up against the wall; on his desk; even in a, spare, classroom.

27th of November '08

Today was my birthday – and I had classes. Last night had been the second night, this week, that I'd stayed with Michele, after dinner; and dot, dot, dot had occurred, twice.

I rolled onto my side; and stretched – well … as much as I could, being in Michele's arms. It was, still, dark outside. My eyes fluttered open; and Michele – who was, sound, asleep. I rubbed my eyes, softly. "Morning," he said, sleepily; ruffling his, salt-and-pepper coloured, hair.

"Hey." I smiled, softly; a giggling.

"What's the joke, darling?"

"You're so cute when you're half awake."

"I'm heart broken."

"You're just different; when you're on the verge of waking up."

"Happy birthday." He, gently, kissed my lips.

"Hmm." I, gently, stroked his cheek. He flipped me onto my back; with him on top. "You always have to be in control."

"That comes with being a teacher, darling. The love of control."

"Or maybe it's just you being all manly."

"Perhaps." Devouring my lips. He, leisurely, ran his hands up and down my body. "Look at me, babe." Me detached his mouth from mine; and gazed, into my eyes. "So beautiful." I wound my legs around his waist; and scratched my nails down his back, which was bound to leave scratch marks, fro days. "So pure." He stilled his movement. "All mine." Naturally Michele wasn't a possessive person; but within the confines of our, physical, relationship you'd think he was the devil, himself, come to rob me of my innocence. "Beautiful."

"Hmm," I hummed; unable to formulate words.

"Say something, babe."

"I belong to you."

"Good girl." His pace increased; throwing us, both, over the edge. He lay his head on my chest; and I ran my fingers through his hair.

"I love you."

"I love you, also, babe."

The light had, just, begun to come into the room; and I smiled. "Rise and shine, handsome." He reached over to his bedside table; and took his glasses.

"Hey."

"C'mon. We have classes."

"That we do."

I walked into his bathroom. I washed my face, relaxingly; and showered.

I walked to his table, and sat down. I smoothed eye-crème, under my eyes; and face-crème, on my face. I put, liquid, foundation on, smoothly. Then lined my eyes with a black pencil; filling the lids with black eye-shadow , to the crease; brushing smoky shadow onto the outer corners. With a, soft, pink lip. And put my hair into a, stylish, side plait.

I dressed, in: a Donna Karan draped stretch-jersey little-black-dress; Spanx tight end high-waisted black tights; Versus décolleté black patent-leather and mesh pumps; and a Gucci Marrakech black leather hobo bag.

I walked into the 'living space'; and kissed Michele's cheek. "I'll see you later."

"Alright, darling. Have a good day."

"Merlin, Michele, we sound like an, old, married couple."

"Oh yeah? Have fun, babe."

"And you."

Great Hall

I sat down next to Harry; who grinned, happily. "Good morning?"

"Hello." He raised a, typical, Tobias eyebrow; clearing, sensing my refusal to his question.
"Happy birthday."

"Thanks."

"Your presents will be with um … lover-boy."

"Thanks. You shouldn't have."

"Of course not." He shook his head, as if I was the crazy one. "And, speaking of which, here comes lover-boy."

"Harry. Harry. Harry." I smiled, softly, at my best, guy, mate.

After School

The door to the Defence classroom was wide open; and the smell of her perfume was everywhere. 'Welcome back, Carrie,' a dark voice, said inside my head. I strut, purposely, up the office; and walked in, not bothering with knocking. "Hey! Oh! -" Playfully, clapping my hand over my mouth. "How lovely to see you, Mrs. Grant."

"Miss Riddle."

"How was your day?" Totally, ignoring her.

"Good. And you, being the birthday-girl?"

"I could think of many things that would make me feel mush better. The boys have just gone up to the common room, Mrs. Grant."

"Oh."

"I was thinking, Mike, maybe we could do some work, later."

"Aren't you in a vicious mood, today, darling?"

"Maybe. Let's put that theory to the test, shall we?"

"Michele Merrill!"

"What?"

"You. You, good-for-nothing, slutty, whorish, chit; I bet your father would be horrified to hear of this, little, sick, act of yours."

"Daddy already knows."

"That still doesn't excuse the fact that you're a slut; going after a married man."

"Divorced. Mrs. Grant. Understand this: Michele doesn't belong to you; he is his own man, free to date whom he likes. You do not govern who he sees; and what he does with them. Now … if you'll excuse me, I'd like some time alone with my boyfriend."

"You're making a huge mistake."

"No. You are. No one; and I mean no one; cross a Riddle, and lives to tell the tale." She turned on her heels; and stormed from the room.