When a rose grows thorns
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Adult ++
Chapters:
12
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2,195
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3
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DISCLAIMER: everything is jo’s, cept for rose and her immediate family
CHAPTER 10
Rose and Harry walked up to the portrait hole just as it swung open and Draco walked out. The three of them stood there a while looking at each other until Hermione yelled at them and broke the trance-like situation. Draco walked away down the hall as Rose and Harry sat down on the bar stools at the kitchenette. Hermione bashed down Rose’s plate in front of her, the sandwich losing half of its filling. Rose mentally imagined kicking Hermione very, very hard. Pushing up the sleeves of Harry’s robe she tucked in as everyone around her began talking about the start of lessons the next day.
“Oh Merlin! We’ve got potions first thing, Snape’s going to be glad of fresh meat.”
“Well, I personally wouldn’t mind a little bit of fun tomorrow when Snape sees Rose, Ron.” Hermione glared at her cousin.
Rose stood up, pulled Harry’s robe off and drew her wand as Hermione did. Harry and Ron sat there gob smacked.
“Listen little Miss Goody-Goody. I really couldn’t care about what you think at this moment in time. So get out of my fucking face you stupid bitch!” Rose yelled.
“Why do you always call me that?! I hate it!” Hermione shouted.
“Exactly, it’s the worst thing I could say to you! Or perhaps I’ve picked up some interesting words from Draco?”
“Shut the hell up! You think you’re so much better than me just because you knew all along that you were a witch!”
“Yeah I do! You would’ve been able to figure it out for yourself if you had just opened your bloody eyes!”
“QUIT IT!” Hermione screamed, “You’re just a whore on a power trip!”
“Ignorant slut!”
“ORPHAN!”
“MUDBLOOD!”
“VEGAR IMPROTANT!”
“QUANTUM AURORA!”
The curses met head on and ricocheted off the walls before hitting Hermione and Rose from behind. Rose flew across the room, smacking off the wall; the impact combined with the curse’s force caused the brickwork to fall on top of her, burying her from sight. Hermione hit the ceiling in a blast of shimmering light before becoming suspended in the air as she spun in various directions continuously. Harry and Ron jumped to their feet just as Draco burst into the room.
“Ron! Get McGonagall! Quick!” Harry yelled as he grabbed Hermione’s hand.
“No! There’s a quicker way!” Draco shouted.
He ran up the stairs to his room, Nikolas and Jenni bombarded him with questions.
“Enough! Get McGonagall! Now! And Flitwick!” He demanded before running back down the stairs.
Ron had caught Hermione’s other hand and both boys were trying to keep her from spinning while dragging her down out of the air. Draco looked around the room for Rose in vain.
“Potter! Where’s Rose?!”
“Under the bricks! Get her out of there Malfoy or I’ll curse your ferret arse through to Friday!” Harry roared over Hermione’s screams.
Draco’s eyes came to a halt on the huge pile of bricks which used to be a wall; swearing profusely he stripped off his robe and pointed his wand at the wreckage.
“WINGARDIUM LEVIOSA!”
The masonry began to rise, Draco felt the sweat running down his back at the strain of magically holding so much weight at once. Dumping them behind him he saw a rivulet of blood seeping from underneath the lower layer.
“Shit!” He swore.
“What is it Malfoy?! What’s wrong?!” Harry yelled.
“She’s bleeding! Its running under the bricks! WINGARDIUM LEVIOSA!” Draco shouted the spell again causing the rest of the bricks to fly out of the way.
Next to the remains of the wall in a small pool of blood lay a small crumpled figure with long, dark hair. Draco ran over to Rose and lifted her into his lap, brushing the matted hair from her face he saw that she wasn’t breathing. Lowering his lips to hers he breathed into her damaged lungs. He kept doing this even when McGonagall and Flitwick had walked in the room.
“No! Don’t stop him; it’s too late for the charm. If you stop him, she’ll die!” Flitwick told Harry who had almost ripped Draco from Rose.
Draco felt her chest rise a little, and then again. Pulling away from her he heard ragged, shallow gasps as she began to breathe on her own. Harry pushed Draco out of the way and took Rose’s hand. Her eyes fluttered; Flitwick conjured up a stretcher underneath her and spirited her off to the hospital wing. Harry looked up to see Draco giving him the coldest glare he had ever imagined possible.
“What happened here?!” Professor McGonagall demanded.
“Hermione and Rose cursed each other.” Ron said simply.
McGonagall sat down on a sofa with a weary sigh.
“I had a feeling that this was going to happen. Rose has always hated Hermione for ‘stealing’ her place at Hogwart’s and Hermione hated Rose for being so brilliantly minded without trying but I didn’t think that they would hate each other enough to cause such damage. They are my god-daughters, and I think the problem is that they are too alike.” She told the boys.
“Maybe they finally snapped?” Harry enquired.
“Maybe they got this far because someone egged Rose on?” Ron looked at Draco.
“Hey! Don’t blame me for this! Leave me the fuck out of it!” Draco yelled.
“They wouldn’t have fallen out in the first place if you hadn’t been flirting with Rose!”
“Am I not allowed to make friends now? Just because she prefers interesting guys instead of publicity seekers!”
Harry stood up to face Draco; his balled fists shook with rage.
“She’ll change her mind when she realises you’re Death eater material!”
“Both of you! Stop it! Like I said! My god-daughters! One of which is convinced she’ll never see straight again with a horrid case of vertigo and projectile vomiting; and the other is in a semi-coma state with half her body either bruised or broken! Give a little respect!” McGonagall shouted. “Fifteen points from Slytherin AND Gryffindor!“
She walked briskly from the room. Harry and Ron followed her, slamming the portrait shut after them. Draco sat down in the dust covered common room with his head in his hands, noticing a tattered photo on the floor he picked it up. But he did not open it, instead he tucked it into the pocket of his robes.
“She’ll come back for me Potter. Wait and see. She’s darker than you care to think.”
CHAPTER 10
Rose and Harry walked up to the portrait hole just as it swung open and Draco walked out. The three of them stood there a while looking at each other until Hermione yelled at them and broke the trance-like situation. Draco walked away down the hall as Rose and Harry sat down on the bar stools at the kitchenette. Hermione bashed down Rose’s plate in front of her, the sandwich losing half of its filling. Rose mentally imagined kicking Hermione very, very hard. Pushing up the sleeves of Harry’s robe she tucked in as everyone around her began talking about the start of lessons the next day.
“Oh Merlin! We’ve got potions first thing, Snape’s going to be glad of fresh meat.”
“Well, I personally wouldn’t mind a little bit of fun tomorrow when Snape sees Rose, Ron.” Hermione glared at her cousin.
Rose stood up, pulled Harry’s robe off and drew her wand as Hermione did. Harry and Ron sat there gob smacked.
“Listen little Miss Goody-Goody. I really couldn’t care about what you think at this moment in time. So get out of my fucking face you stupid bitch!” Rose yelled.
“Why do you always call me that?! I hate it!” Hermione shouted.
“Exactly, it’s the worst thing I could say to you! Or perhaps I’ve picked up some interesting words from Draco?”
“Shut the hell up! You think you’re so much better than me just because you knew all along that you were a witch!”
“Yeah I do! You would’ve been able to figure it out for yourself if you had just opened your bloody eyes!”
“QUIT IT!” Hermione screamed, “You’re just a whore on a power trip!”
“Ignorant slut!”
“ORPHAN!”
“MUDBLOOD!”
“VEGAR IMPROTANT!”
“QUANTUM AURORA!”
The curses met head on and ricocheted off the walls before hitting Hermione and Rose from behind. Rose flew across the room, smacking off the wall; the impact combined with the curse’s force caused the brickwork to fall on top of her, burying her from sight. Hermione hit the ceiling in a blast of shimmering light before becoming suspended in the air as she spun in various directions continuously. Harry and Ron jumped to their feet just as Draco burst into the room.
“Ron! Get McGonagall! Quick!” Harry yelled as he grabbed Hermione’s hand.
“No! There’s a quicker way!” Draco shouted.
He ran up the stairs to his room, Nikolas and Jenni bombarded him with questions.
“Enough! Get McGonagall! Now! And Flitwick!” He demanded before running back down the stairs.
Ron had caught Hermione’s other hand and both boys were trying to keep her from spinning while dragging her down out of the air. Draco looked around the room for Rose in vain.
“Potter! Where’s Rose?!”
“Under the bricks! Get her out of there Malfoy or I’ll curse your ferret arse through to Friday!” Harry roared over Hermione’s screams.
Draco’s eyes came to a halt on the huge pile of bricks which used to be a wall; swearing profusely he stripped off his robe and pointed his wand at the wreckage.
“WINGARDIUM LEVIOSA!”
The masonry began to rise, Draco felt the sweat running down his back at the strain of magically holding so much weight at once. Dumping them behind him he saw a rivulet of blood seeping from underneath the lower layer.
“Shit!” He swore.
“What is it Malfoy?! What’s wrong?!” Harry yelled.
“She’s bleeding! Its running under the bricks! WINGARDIUM LEVIOSA!” Draco shouted the spell again causing the rest of the bricks to fly out of the way.
Next to the remains of the wall in a small pool of blood lay a small crumpled figure with long, dark hair. Draco ran over to Rose and lifted her into his lap, brushing the matted hair from her face he saw that she wasn’t breathing. Lowering his lips to hers he breathed into her damaged lungs. He kept doing this even when McGonagall and Flitwick had walked in the room.
“No! Don’t stop him; it’s too late for the charm. If you stop him, she’ll die!” Flitwick told Harry who had almost ripped Draco from Rose.
Draco felt her chest rise a little, and then again. Pulling away from her he heard ragged, shallow gasps as she began to breathe on her own. Harry pushed Draco out of the way and took Rose’s hand. Her eyes fluttered; Flitwick conjured up a stretcher underneath her and spirited her off to the hospital wing. Harry looked up to see Draco giving him the coldest glare he had ever imagined possible.
“What happened here?!” Professor McGonagall demanded.
“Hermione and Rose cursed each other.” Ron said simply.
McGonagall sat down on a sofa with a weary sigh.
“I had a feeling that this was going to happen. Rose has always hated Hermione for ‘stealing’ her place at Hogwart’s and Hermione hated Rose for being so brilliantly minded without trying but I didn’t think that they would hate each other enough to cause such damage. They are my god-daughters, and I think the problem is that they are too alike.” She told the boys.
“Maybe they finally snapped?” Harry enquired.
“Maybe they got this far because someone egged Rose on?” Ron looked at Draco.
“Hey! Don’t blame me for this! Leave me the fuck out of it!” Draco yelled.
“They wouldn’t have fallen out in the first place if you hadn’t been flirting with Rose!”
“Am I not allowed to make friends now? Just because she prefers interesting guys instead of publicity seekers!”
Harry stood up to face Draco; his balled fists shook with rage.
“She’ll change her mind when she realises you’re Death eater material!”
“Both of you! Stop it! Like I said! My god-daughters! One of which is convinced she’ll never see straight again with a horrid case of vertigo and projectile vomiting; and the other is in a semi-coma state with half her body either bruised or broken! Give a little respect!” McGonagall shouted. “Fifteen points from Slytherin AND Gryffindor!“
She walked briskly from the room. Harry and Ron followed her, slamming the portrait shut after them. Draco sat down in the dust covered common room with his head in his hands, noticing a tattered photo on the floor he picked it up. But he did not open it, instead he tucked it into the pocket of his robes.
“She’ll come back for me Potter. Wait and see. She’s darker than you care to think.”