Magical Charm

by Dragon's That Fly

The war has ended - at the Department Of Mysteries - and new things have begin within the Wizardning Community, especially, among the Hogwarts community. Carrie, Izzy, and Mione have returned for their sixth year, at Hogwarts; and there is a new teacher.

9. Chapter 9

Magical Charm

By: Dragon's That Fly

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Chapter: Nine

Title: Cupid's Arrow

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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14th of February '09

Valentine's Day

December rolled into January, and returned to school, and working – our arses off. January then rolled into February – the month of love – and today was the Valentine's Day.

I'd been staying with Michele for one month, one week, and six days. The boys came whenever they could; but Michele soon told them off about always coming when they work to do, and exams to learn for. So they came, but not as frequently. I devised the, perfect, studying timetable; so I could have time for a life, unlike most of the Hogwarts inhabitants.

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I sat with the lamp on, in the lounge of the 'living space'. I hadn't been able to get something last night; and Michele had, practically, dragged me to bed. So, now, here I was, reading before the light had chosen to break the dawn. I heard the bedroom door, creek, open; and looked at Michele, over my shoulder. "You're up early, darling?"

"I needed answers."

"Ah." He rubbed his eye, behind his glasses; and stretched. "You needn't worry about it, darling. You're the smartest student, aside from your brother, and Albus, to attend Hogwarts; you can look later. Come to bed, sweet."

"I'm not tired, Michele."

"Please." I looked at him over my shoulder; and sighed. "Five minutes, and I'll come back."

"Then I'll wait."

"No, no, no! You go back."

"No, love; you come with me, or I wait."

"Fine." I flipped my books shut; and walked behind Michele, into the room. "You're evil. Hindering a students studying."
"When that student is my girlfriend, darling, I think I have every right. You need sleep, darling, you're smart enough for these exams, and you'll do just fine." he rolled onto his side; and stroked my cheek. "Please don't be angry. I love you; and all this cramping isn't good for you, sweetheart."

"I know. It's the Riddle gene, I guess."

"Perhaps. Happy," yawn, "Valentine's Day, my darling."

"And you." He swung his arm over my hip; and we fell back into sleep, together.

The light from outside came through the curtains; and I yawned, sleepily. I rubbed my eyes; and stretched. "Morning," Michele said, softly.

"Hey." I ran my fingers through my curls; and stretched, again.

"Do you want me to massage it, darling?"

"Yeah. A bit, please."

"After the shower, darling; I'll ask Dobby to bring up breakfast."

"Alright. I have a few things to talk to you about."

"As usual, darling." He kissed my nose, affectionately. He reached behind him for his glasses. He, carefully, fixed them; and smiled.

"Better?"

"Much, sweetness." Kissing my lips, softly. "C'mon."

I walked into the bathroom, while Michele went to make some coffee. I washed my face, soothingly; then showered.

I sat down at the dressing table. I smoothed, eye-crème, under my eyes; and face-crème, on my face. I put, liquid, foundation on, smoothly. With a sliver of liner; and a coating of mascara. And a swipe of gloss. Pulling my hair into a, sweet, side chignon.

I dressed, in: a Girl. By Band Outsiders knitted cotton-blend and silk-satin dress; Wolford 10 denier back-seam black tights; Giuseppe Zanotti canvas and leather black-and-white-and-yellow sling-backs.

… therefore the primary step of the Animagus transformation is, vitally, important.

"My love." I looked up at Michele; and smiled, guilty.

"I had to."

He sighed, playfully. "Such a workaholic. I have half a mind to whisk you off your feet; and never let you near another book again."

"That, my love, would be the ultimate crime."

"If you say so. But, love, it's Valentine's Day; we should be out being a couple. Gallivanting about London; having dinner, together; watching a movie, going to the club, whatever; not sitting her revising for an exam, which is in May."

"Alright. I found answer, so I'm fine."

"Good. We'll have some breakfast; then I'll give you a massage; then we can leave."

"Ok. I love you."

"And I love you, my sweetheart." Kissing my forehead.