When a rose grows thorns
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
2,197
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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DISCLAIMER: all to jo, but my girl
CHAPTER 12
Hermione was allowed to go back to classes the next morning, Rose was released at lunch. She walked back to the head’s chambers by the back passages, the ones hardly used by any as she felt everyone was gaping at her. On turning a corner she found herself halfway through Nearly Headless Nick, shivering she turned to face the Gryffindor ghost.
“Sorry about that Miss Dumbledore. Glad to see that you’re better, off to classes are we?”
“No, lunch first for me. Madame Pomfrey doesn’t really believe in any food which isn’t in soup form.” Rose laughed and waved goodbye as Nick floated through the passage wall.
She stepped through the false mirror and gave Nikolas and Jenni a smile before reciting the password. The portrait swung open onto a perfect common room, not one speck of dust or brick remained. But her eyes were quickly drawn to the familiar figure lying on one of the sofas. His ice blue eyes caught her navy ones in a vice-like gaze. Without breaking eye contact they both moved across the room toward each other. Draco reached around Rose’s waist and pulled her against him as her arms went around his neck. They kissed each other deeply, neither of them wanting to let go of the other. Finally, Rose broke away.
“We can’t do this.” She told him softly.
“Why not? Is it ‘cause of Potter? Is that why?” Draco exploded.
“Its ‘cause of Hermione. I’ve seen the way she looks at you, you have history together. History that I would much rather stay apart from. She has murder in her eyes Draco, and those eyes are usually aimed at me.”
“Hermione? That Mudblood?”
“Hey! She’s still my family! I wouldn’t call your mum a squib would I?”
“Even so, me and her? It was one time! I was out of my head because Blaise’s potion had blown up in my face! That was why we were in detention, she blew it up! Have you ever felt the effects of Flying Turnip potion first hand? It’s vile!”
“Well, she obviously thinks that there was something more there. I’m not going to give her the excuse to knock me for six again. The next time might be worse, it might just be me and her.”
“Rose, don’t you think you’re being a little over dramatic about this? Surely you can take your own cousin?”
“Over dramatic?! Do you know what happened the last time me and Hermione fought? We were ten, Aunt Caro and Uncle Frank took us to Blackpool. Hermione decided that I didn’t deserve candyfloss because her parents had paid for it and stole it. I ran, she chased. It wasn’t until we were on the wrong side of the tower platform railings that she changed her mind and dropped the candyfloss over the edge instead of me, she had me by my hair. She’s stronger than she looks Draco, and as long as she’s around there will never be an ‘us’. I’m sorry.” Rose walked away from him up the stairs.
Draco stood in the empty common room staring up the stairs after Rose in disbelief, he took the folded photo from his pocket and opened it slowly. Looking back at him was a scene which took his breath away. Two identical laughing women stood either side of smiling dark haired man, with their arms around the women’s waists stood two other men, their happy husbands. Lottie and Tom, Caro and Frank; the other man held a squirming baby dressed in pink on each arm. Written on the back of the photo, in purple letters, was a simple phrase:
‘Hermione and Rose at their first xmas with their Uncle Sirius.’
“Dear Merlin!” Draco exclaimed as his eyes filled with shock before being replaced by a look of pure evil. “Rose, I think you’re going to have a very bad time from now on. Nobody turns down a Malfoy. Nobody.”
CHAPTER 12
Hermione was allowed to go back to classes the next morning, Rose was released at lunch. She walked back to the head’s chambers by the back passages, the ones hardly used by any as she felt everyone was gaping at her. On turning a corner she found herself halfway through Nearly Headless Nick, shivering she turned to face the Gryffindor ghost.
“Sorry about that Miss Dumbledore. Glad to see that you’re better, off to classes are we?”
“No, lunch first for me. Madame Pomfrey doesn’t really believe in any food which isn’t in soup form.” Rose laughed and waved goodbye as Nick floated through the passage wall.
She stepped through the false mirror and gave Nikolas and Jenni a smile before reciting the password. The portrait swung open onto a perfect common room, not one speck of dust or brick remained. But her eyes were quickly drawn to the familiar figure lying on one of the sofas. His ice blue eyes caught her navy ones in a vice-like gaze. Without breaking eye contact they both moved across the room toward each other. Draco reached around Rose’s waist and pulled her against him as her arms went around his neck. They kissed each other deeply, neither of them wanting to let go of the other. Finally, Rose broke away.
“We can’t do this.” She told him softly.
“Why not? Is it ‘cause of Potter? Is that why?” Draco exploded.
“Its ‘cause of Hermione. I’ve seen the way she looks at you, you have history together. History that I would much rather stay apart from. She has murder in her eyes Draco, and those eyes are usually aimed at me.”
“Hermione? That Mudblood?”
“Hey! She’s still my family! I wouldn’t call your mum a squib would I?”
“Even so, me and her? It was one time! I was out of my head because Blaise’s potion had blown up in my face! That was why we were in detention, she blew it up! Have you ever felt the effects of Flying Turnip potion first hand? It’s vile!”
“Well, she obviously thinks that there was something more there. I’m not going to give her the excuse to knock me for six again. The next time might be worse, it might just be me and her.”
“Rose, don’t you think you’re being a little over dramatic about this? Surely you can take your own cousin?”
“Over dramatic?! Do you know what happened the last time me and Hermione fought? We were ten, Aunt Caro and Uncle Frank took us to Blackpool. Hermione decided that I didn’t deserve candyfloss because her parents had paid for it and stole it. I ran, she chased. It wasn’t until we were on the wrong side of the tower platform railings that she changed her mind and dropped the candyfloss over the edge instead of me, she had me by my hair. She’s stronger than she looks Draco, and as long as she’s around there will never be an ‘us’. I’m sorry.” Rose walked away from him up the stairs.
Draco stood in the empty common room staring up the stairs after Rose in disbelief, he took the folded photo from his pocket and opened it slowly. Looking back at him was a scene which took his breath away. Two identical laughing women stood either side of smiling dark haired man, with their arms around the women’s waists stood two other men, their happy husbands. Lottie and Tom, Caro and Frank; the other man held a squirming baby dressed in pink on each arm. Written on the back of the photo, in purple letters, was a simple phrase:
‘Hermione and Rose at their first xmas with their Uncle Sirius.’
“Dear Merlin!” Draco exclaimed as his eyes filled with shock before being replaced by a look of pure evil. “Rose, I think you’re going to have a very bad time from now on. Nobody turns down a Malfoy. Nobody.”