Chapter Four: The Fourth Day of Christmas
Twelve days Of Christmas
By: Wanted/Chibikai02 {Yoshima Imani Dean}
Chapter Four: The Fourth Day of Christmas
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything but Rowan "Charlie" Aphradoo and Yoshima and Evan everyone and thing else belongs to J.K Rowling.
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"So what have you been up to lately, haven’t heard from you all week," Charlie
Asked lounging happily on Hermione’s couch as if it were her own. One of Charles
greatness traits was that she could be comfortable anywhere she went. No matter
What was going on around her she remains completely cool and comfortable. Of
Course being well over one thousand years old you had to be comfortable anywhere
and everywhere.
"Not much, finished my Christmas shopping this week, everything nicely wrapped
And ready for the big day," Hermione said excitedly.
"I'm surprise that you didn’t have it done in June," Charlie said teasingly.
"Well I would of but I like the Christmas shopping season the way the stores are
All decorated so beautifully and the rush of people all around, it’s nice,"
Hermione said with a happy sigh.
"So what are you going to do for the big day, with your parents out of town that
Day and everything?" Charlie asked with a mysterious smirk that made Hermione a
tad bit nervous.
Another one of Rowan 'Charlie' Aphradoo great traits was her uncanny ability to
Make people very nervous with a single glance. Even though she looked no older
Than 19 and even younger when her short red dreads poked out in every direction
She could still raise the hairs on the back of your neck with a single look.
"I don’t know yet, I normally spend the day delivering present and I still will
But I wont be having dinner with my parents so i'm probably come her drink some
Wine and toast to Christmas carols," Hermione said with a sad sigh.
"Why not come over to mine and Harry’s place or the Weasley?" Charlie said
innocently.
"I don’t want to intruded on there family time or yours and Harry's couple time."
Hermione said shaking her head.
"You know that Draco's having a big Christmas part, i'm going and i'm going to
drag Harry as my date. I'm pretty sure he's dragging Ron along, the more the
miserable, I think he, Draco even invited Molly and Arthur, plus you know Blaise
will be there, why don’t you come too?" Charlie suggested.
Hermione visibly blacked at that suggested. Though she and Draco had been friends of sorts there was not way she wanted to spend her Christmas with him?
"Oh come on don’t look like that, it'll be fun," Charlie said with a disarming smile.
"Oh yeah right, it’s not even like he wanted me there, come on he invited Ron before me," Hermione said scoffing the idea.
“He hasn’t invited you yet?” Charlie said as if she had assumed he had.
“I haven’t even seen the man since last week when you dragged him over here,” Hermione said with a shrug.
“Hum that’s odd, do you think something happened to him?” Charlie said only half concerned.
“He’s a grown man, he can take care of himself. And if he cant he has his little groupies that’d be more than happy to take care of him,” Hermione said still completely forgiving Malfoy for being so unpleasant to her when she was at Hogwarts.
“Well last I heard he’d dismissed all his groupies, it was quite the story in Witch Weekly,” Charlie said thoughtfully.
“Can we not talk about Draco Malfoy?” Hermione finally said with a tired sigh.
“Sure lets talk about you,” Charlie said sitting up with a purposeful glint in her emerald and silver eyes.
“There’s going on in my life right now,” Hermione said flicking her hair out of face.
“Hermione, when are you going to learn that you’re a horrid liar,” she said in a sing song voice.
“I’m not lying, there really is nothing going in my life, I have the same job I’ve had, I haven’t made any new friends there are no new guys…” Hermione trailed off remembering the mysterious gifts that she’d been getting for the past four days.
She’d hadn’t gotten the one for today and had not really thought that much about it. With Charlie over it was in the back of her mind.
“Yeah, so who’s the new guy?” Charlie said with a smile, this was the kind of stuff that she lived for.
“I don’t actually know,” Hermione said. She then went on to explain about the gifts and the letter that had been attached to them. When she finished Charlie had sat back and had a pensive look on her face.
“DO you think this person is dangerous?” Charlie finally asked.
“No, not really, I’m pretty sure its someone that I know. Maybe someone from the ministry that’s to scared to tell me to my face. Anyway I think its kind of cute,” Hermione said shrugging.
“Can I see the gifts and notes?” Charlie said after another moment of silence.
With a nod Hermione got up and went into her bedroom. She’d place each gift in the best place she could think of in her bedroom. The French hen was on the floor next to her bed and her bedside table. And the charm and pin had been in her jewelry box up till this morning when the fourth present had shown up. The fourth gift had been a wood carved jewelry box, it had several magical locks on it and was designed only to open her Hermione’s own hand. Walking over to her dresser she ran her fingers over the box tracing the designs that she’d recognized as protection Greek runes. Flipping the box open she looked at what the real gift had been. Inside the box was a charm bracelet with two charms on it. The first being the partridge in a pear tree, and the second being the gift for this day, and charm of two calling birds connected to make one charm.
With a sigh Hermione closed the box and picked it up along with the stuffed hen and four notes that accompanied the gifts. Walking into the living room she found Charlie once again thrown over the couch as if it were her own.
“What is that?” Charlie said when she saw Hermione carrying the over stuffed twenty five inch French hen plushie.
“I think it’s a French hen stuffed animal,” Hermione said causally before placing it on her coffee table for Charlie to inspect.
Sitting up right Charlie looked first at the jewelry box and jewelry. Inspecting each piece carefully. Hermione watched nervously waiting for Charlie to say something. After a few moments Charlie sat back with a grin. Confused by the grin Hermione questioned her.
“So what do you think?” Hermione asked picking up the note for today even though she knew what it said.
In the same loopy but perfectly eloquent scrawl that had been found on all the previous notes read,
On the fourth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
Four down eight to go
Your True Love
And as before a rose had been magically on the bottomed to bloom over and over again like on a loop.
“I do believe you have a secret admired,” Charlie said with her normal smirk.
Rolling her eyes Hermione sat back placing the note back on the coffee table carefully.
“What do you think of the sender, Rowan?” Hermione said using Charlie’s given name even though she, Charlie, hated it.
“I don’t think they, he, means you any harm,” Charlie said after a moment, “By the amount of magical skill it took to make that jewelry box if he wanted to harm you he could of done it easily, no whoever this is may just be to shy to tell you that they like you,” Charlie finished with a shrug.
“Yeah but who do you think it is?” Hermione said slightly annoyed. Hermione prided herself on knowing everything, well maybe not everything but not know who was sending her these gifts was something that was bothering her.
“Oh I know who it is, the rose was a dead give away,” Charlie said standing and stretching.
“WHAT!! You know,” Hermione exclaimed jumping up off the couch.
“Of course I do, and you’d know too if you stopped thinking so hard about it,” Charlie said laughter bubbling out her mouth.
“Tell me,” Hermione demanded following Charlie to the her fire place.
“No can do my dear,” the red head said picking up a pinch of Foo powder.
“Where do you think your going? You can’t say something like that and then just leave,” Hermione said trying to block Charlie from leaving.
“Of course I can, see watch,” Charlie said tossing the powder into the fire place.
“Godric Hollow,” she called and side stepped Hermione and disappearing into the fire.
Cursing Charlie in every language Hermione could think of she flung herself onto the couch again. She could have followed Charlie but there was no point. Charlie once she said she wasn’t telling then she wouldn’t. Picking up the note once more Hermione re reading it trying to figure out who she knew had any affiliation to roses but drawing a blank. With a sigh she closed her eyes and let her mind wonder as she tried to come up with some sort of a hint until she fell asleep no closer to finding her mysterious sender as she’d been when she started.
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Authors Note: Cause people have been asking who Charlie is. She’s my original character. I created her for two reasons. Pair her with Harry cause I really cant see him with Ginny. And two cause she was going to be this other Harry Potter story that I was going to write but didn’t ever finish. Really she not that big of a player in this. If you really want to see more of her find me a partner for my other Harry Potter story, Twilight Gales.
Shameless advertising for this kick ass story called Water (http://www.adultfanfiction.net/aff/story.php?no=544208199) go read it or else cause it kicks some real ass even though its so freakin short. It’s by kissherdraco.
By: Wanted/Chibikai02 {Yoshima Imani Dean}
Chapter Four: The Fourth Day of Christmas
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything but Rowan "Charlie" Aphradoo and Yoshima and Evan everyone and thing else belongs to J.K Rowling.
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"So what have you been up to lately, haven’t heard from you all week," Charlie
Asked lounging happily on Hermione’s couch as if it were her own. One of Charles
greatness traits was that she could be comfortable anywhere she went. No matter
What was going on around her she remains completely cool and comfortable. Of
Course being well over one thousand years old you had to be comfortable anywhere
and everywhere.
"Not much, finished my Christmas shopping this week, everything nicely wrapped
And ready for the big day," Hermione said excitedly.
"I'm surprise that you didn’t have it done in June," Charlie said teasingly.
"Well I would of but I like the Christmas shopping season the way the stores are
All decorated so beautifully and the rush of people all around, it’s nice,"
Hermione said with a happy sigh.
"So what are you going to do for the big day, with your parents out of town that
Day and everything?" Charlie asked with a mysterious smirk that made Hermione a
tad bit nervous.
Another one of Rowan 'Charlie' Aphradoo great traits was her uncanny ability to
Make people very nervous with a single glance. Even though she looked no older
Than 19 and even younger when her short red dreads poked out in every direction
She could still raise the hairs on the back of your neck with a single look.
"I don’t know yet, I normally spend the day delivering present and I still will
But I wont be having dinner with my parents so i'm probably come her drink some
Wine and toast to Christmas carols," Hermione said with a sad sigh.
"Why not come over to mine and Harry’s place or the Weasley?" Charlie said
innocently.
"I don’t want to intruded on there family time or yours and Harry's couple time."
Hermione said shaking her head.
"You know that Draco's having a big Christmas part, i'm going and i'm going to
drag Harry as my date. I'm pretty sure he's dragging Ron along, the more the
miserable, I think he, Draco even invited Molly and Arthur, plus you know Blaise
will be there, why don’t you come too?" Charlie suggested.
Hermione visibly blacked at that suggested. Though she and Draco had been friends of sorts there was not way she wanted to spend her Christmas with him?
"Oh come on don’t look like that, it'll be fun," Charlie said with a disarming smile.
"Oh yeah right, it’s not even like he wanted me there, come on he invited Ron before me," Hermione said scoffing the idea.
“He hasn’t invited you yet?” Charlie said as if she had assumed he had.
“I haven’t even seen the man since last week when you dragged him over here,” Hermione said with a shrug.
“Hum that’s odd, do you think something happened to him?” Charlie said only half concerned.
“He’s a grown man, he can take care of himself. And if he cant he has his little groupies that’d be more than happy to take care of him,” Hermione said still completely forgiving Malfoy for being so unpleasant to her when she was at Hogwarts.
“Well last I heard he’d dismissed all his groupies, it was quite the story in Witch Weekly,” Charlie said thoughtfully.
“Can we not talk about Draco Malfoy?” Hermione finally said with a tired sigh.
“Sure lets talk about you,” Charlie said sitting up with a purposeful glint in her emerald and silver eyes.
“There’s going on in my life right now,” Hermione said flicking her hair out of face.
“Hermione, when are you going to learn that you’re a horrid liar,” she said in a sing song voice.
“I’m not lying, there really is nothing going in my life, I have the same job I’ve had, I haven’t made any new friends there are no new guys…” Hermione trailed off remembering the mysterious gifts that she’d been getting for the past four days.
She’d hadn’t gotten the one for today and had not really thought that much about it. With Charlie over it was in the back of her mind.
“Yeah, so who’s the new guy?” Charlie said with a smile, this was the kind of stuff that she lived for.
“I don’t actually know,” Hermione said. She then went on to explain about the gifts and the letter that had been attached to them. When she finished Charlie had sat back and had a pensive look on her face.
“DO you think this person is dangerous?” Charlie finally asked.
“No, not really, I’m pretty sure its someone that I know. Maybe someone from the ministry that’s to scared to tell me to my face. Anyway I think its kind of cute,” Hermione said shrugging.
“Can I see the gifts and notes?” Charlie said after another moment of silence.
With a nod Hermione got up and went into her bedroom. She’d place each gift in the best place she could think of in her bedroom. The French hen was on the floor next to her bed and her bedside table. And the charm and pin had been in her jewelry box up till this morning when the fourth present had shown up. The fourth gift had been a wood carved jewelry box, it had several magical locks on it and was designed only to open her Hermione’s own hand. Walking over to her dresser she ran her fingers over the box tracing the designs that she’d recognized as protection Greek runes. Flipping the box open she looked at what the real gift had been. Inside the box was a charm bracelet with two charms on it. The first being the partridge in a pear tree, and the second being the gift for this day, and charm of two calling birds connected to make one charm.
With a sigh Hermione closed the box and picked it up along with the stuffed hen and four notes that accompanied the gifts. Walking into the living room she found Charlie once again thrown over the couch as if it were her own.
“What is that?” Charlie said when she saw Hermione carrying the over stuffed twenty five inch French hen plushie.
“I think it’s a French hen stuffed animal,” Hermione said causally before placing it on her coffee table for Charlie to inspect.
Sitting up right Charlie looked first at the jewelry box and jewelry. Inspecting each piece carefully. Hermione watched nervously waiting for Charlie to say something. After a few moments Charlie sat back with a grin. Confused by the grin Hermione questioned her.
“So what do you think?” Hermione asked picking up the note for today even though she knew what it said.
In the same loopy but perfectly eloquent scrawl that had been found on all the previous notes read,
On the fourth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
Four down eight to go
Your True Love
And as before a rose had been magically on the bottomed to bloom over and over again like on a loop.
“I do believe you have a secret admired,” Charlie said with her normal smirk.
Rolling her eyes Hermione sat back placing the note back on the coffee table carefully.
“What do you think of the sender, Rowan?” Hermione said using Charlie’s given name even though she, Charlie, hated it.
“I don’t think they, he, means you any harm,” Charlie said after a moment, “By the amount of magical skill it took to make that jewelry box if he wanted to harm you he could of done it easily, no whoever this is may just be to shy to tell you that they like you,” Charlie finished with a shrug.
“Yeah but who do you think it is?” Hermione said slightly annoyed. Hermione prided herself on knowing everything, well maybe not everything but not know who was sending her these gifts was something that was bothering her.
“Oh I know who it is, the rose was a dead give away,” Charlie said standing and stretching.
“WHAT!! You know,” Hermione exclaimed jumping up off the couch.
“Of course I do, and you’d know too if you stopped thinking so hard about it,” Charlie said laughter bubbling out her mouth.
“Tell me,” Hermione demanded following Charlie to the her fire place.
“No can do my dear,” the red head said picking up a pinch of Foo powder.
“Where do you think your going? You can’t say something like that and then just leave,” Hermione said trying to block Charlie from leaving.
“Of course I can, see watch,” Charlie said tossing the powder into the fire place.
“Godric Hollow,” she called and side stepped Hermione and disappearing into the fire.
Cursing Charlie in every language Hermione could think of she flung herself onto the couch again. She could have followed Charlie but there was no point. Charlie once she said she wasn’t telling then she wouldn’t. Picking up the note once more Hermione re reading it trying to figure out who she knew had any affiliation to roses but drawing a blank. With a sigh she closed her eyes and let her mind wonder as she tried to come up with some sort of a hint until she fell asleep no closer to finding her mysterious sender as she’d been when she started.
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Authors Note: Cause people have been asking who Charlie is. She’s my original character. I created her for two reasons. Pair her with Harry cause I really cant see him with Ginny. And two cause she was going to be this other Harry Potter story that I was going to write but didn’t ever finish. Really she not that big of a player in this. If you really want to see more of her find me a partner for my other Harry Potter story, Twilight Gales.
Shameless advertising for this kick ass story called Water (http://www.adultfanfiction.net/aff/story.php?no=544208199) go read it or else cause it kicks some real ass even though its so freakin short. It’s by kissherdraco.