When a rose grows thorns
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Category:
Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
2,196
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
bitter heart
DISCLAIMER: all is jo’s, but rose
CHAPTER 11
The world was black but she could still hear things, people talking, objects being moved. However, she felt nothing, her body was numb, void of all feeling; wiggling her fingertips she felt the warmth creep back into them. Slowly, quietly she wiggled her toes, the blanket covering her twitched but no one saw. The numbness fled along with the noise around her, she opened her eyes and saw more black. The ceiling was bare of anything and everything which may have interested anyone. A hospital ceiling, the territory of Madame Pomfrey.
Rose pulled herself up on her elbows and looked around. Suddenly a sharp, shooting pain made her collapse on the bed again, the feeling of giant splinters embedded in her side was a familiar sensation…Skelegrow. She sighed in resignation as she slumped against the pillows once more intending to sleep the night out. Pain shot through her bones as she turned to get comfy, her face contorted in agony.
“Hey.” Someone stepped out of the shadows, his blond hair gleamed in the faint lamp light.
Rose tried to smile and failed as another wave of pain engulfed her, threatening to tip her over the edge of consciousness. Draco took one of her hands in his, stroking her palm softly, whispering soothingly to her in the dark. She didn’t let go. They sat there quietly unaware of someone else listening to them.
Hermione lay on the hospital bed, her back facing her cousin and Malfoy. She could hear the two of them whispering; plotting. Her cousin was a traitor in her eyes, a traitor to Gryffindor and to her. She had fancied Malfoy for ages, ever since their heated detention in Snape’s dungeon together. They had kissed, fumbled a little, nothing major to Malfoy but huge to her. He had just brushed her off after that, had never told anyone, neither had she. But she still wanted him, so badly in felt as though she were the one who had drank the Skelegrow. It was so obvious though who he really wanted. He had not even realised that he was hooked by the conniving little minx. She had done it so perfectly, Hermione respected that, but she could not let it go unchallenged. Rose had asked for a fight, Hermione was going to give her a war.
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a/n: sorry its so short!
CHAPTER 11
The world was black but she could still hear things, people talking, objects being moved. However, she felt nothing, her body was numb, void of all feeling; wiggling her fingertips she felt the warmth creep back into them. Slowly, quietly she wiggled her toes, the blanket covering her twitched but no one saw. The numbness fled along with the noise around her, she opened her eyes and saw more black. The ceiling was bare of anything and everything which may have interested anyone. A hospital ceiling, the territory of Madame Pomfrey.
Rose pulled herself up on her elbows and looked around. Suddenly a sharp, shooting pain made her collapse on the bed again, the feeling of giant splinters embedded in her side was a familiar sensation…Skelegrow. She sighed in resignation as she slumped against the pillows once more intending to sleep the night out. Pain shot through her bones as she turned to get comfy, her face contorted in agony.
“Hey.” Someone stepped out of the shadows, his blond hair gleamed in the faint lamp light.
Rose tried to smile and failed as another wave of pain engulfed her, threatening to tip her over the edge of consciousness. Draco took one of her hands in his, stroking her palm softly, whispering soothingly to her in the dark. She didn’t let go. They sat there quietly unaware of someone else listening to them.
Hermione lay on the hospital bed, her back facing her cousin and Malfoy. She could hear the two of them whispering; plotting. Her cousin was a traitor in her eyes, a traitor to Gryffindor and to her. She had fancied Malfoy for ages, ever since their heated detention in Snape’s dungeon together. They had kissed, fumbled a little, nothing major to Malfoy but huge to her. He had just brushed her off after that, had never told anyone, neither had she. But she still wanted him, so badly in felt as though she were the one who had drank the Skelegrow. It was so obvious though who he really wanted. He had not even realised that he was hooked by the conniving little minx. She had done it so perfectly, Hermione respected that, but she could not let it go unchallenged. Rose had asked for a fight, Hermione was going to give her a war.
-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-
a/n: sorry its so short!