When a rose grows thorns
folder
Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
2,193
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
2,193
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
wands at dawn
DISCLAIMER: all owed to jo. But Rose.
CHAPTER 8
Rose woke up to a loud noise below her;
“Great; the kitchen would have to be under me wouldn’t it?!” She muttered and fumbled for her wand with one hand and clutched a crumpled photo in the other.
“Lumos.”
Pointing the beam of light at her wristwatch on the table she saw that it was just after four in the morning. There was another crash; stifling a yawn she made her way downstairs still holding the battered photo in her hand. She pointed at the empty fireplace with her wand and it burst into lilac flames. Draco jumped the height of himself when the pyrotechnics appeared and sloshed hot chocolate over the floor. Rose sighed and charmed the mop in the corner to clean it up before curling up in an armchair. Draco scowled and produced another cup of chocolate out of thin air,
“Merlin, Dumbledore! D’ya wanna watch it next time? I could’ve fucking scalded myself!”
“You mean you didn’t scald yourself then? Shit, my aim must be off.” Rose exclaimed.
She waved her wand and produced a tall glass with a silver handle out of the air. Waving it again, the glass filled with creamy coffee and a shot of firewhiskey. Curling her hands around the glass, Rose gently blew on it until it was just the right temperature for drinking. The tattered photo, which she had placed on the arm of the chair, fell off it onto the hearthrug. Before she could reach down it was whizzing away towards Draco; his eyes glinted with mischief.
“Malfoy, give that back. Now.” Rose slowly said with a undercurrent of hatred in her cold tone.
“What do we have here? Hmm? A photo of mum and dad perhaps?” Slowly he began to unfold the piece of paper.
Rose got up from the chair, her hand reaching for her wand on the table beside her. It suddenly flew away from her to Malfoy, he shook his head with a smirk.
“We can’t have you jinxing me now, can we?”
Rose moved with an unexpected burst of speed and tackled Malfoy from behind, sending him head-first into the stationary cupboard. As various coloured inks ran down his bewildered face she picked up the photo and tucked it into her camisole pyjama top. Crouching down beside him she held his angry gaze with her cool, indifferent one.
“When I say, ‘give it back’, you do it. Immediately. Got it?”
Malfoy looked back and swiftly threw himself at her, throwing her to the ground. Rolling on top, he pinned her to the floor and held her arms down. Rose twisted to the left and kicked him in the back so they were face to face. Kneeing him in the groin, she made a grab for her wand on the counter but Malfoy kicked her in the ribs and she went down again. He threw her wand to the other side of the room before Rose clobbered him with a fallen textbook, his wand rolled away from them to land next to hers. Draco pinned her arms down again; his eyes sparked with anger.
He leant forward and roughly kissed her.
Rose thrashed underneath him, just making him more excited. Draco ground his hips against her as her forced his hand up her top; Rose bit down, hard.
“Bitch!” Draco yelled as his mouth filled with blood, he slapped Rose heavily across the face.
Seeing her chance, Rose bucked her hips and sent Malfoy flying to the right as she rolled away to the left. Crawling fast, she headed for the wands; Malfoy, seeing what she was trying to do, grabbed her feet as she kicked out at him. Pulling her backwards, he overtook her in the race for the wands.
Rose struck out at Malfoy’s ankle with her foot, sending him flying. They both scrambled for the wands and grabbed blindly.
Rose struggled to her feet pointing the wand at Malfoy who was facing her as he got up too. The silence hung thickly as the two teens gathered their breath. At some unknown signal they both yelled the first thing that entered their minds;
“CRUCIO!”
“CRUCIO!”
-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: will have to leave you there while i make me dinner! toodles! -x-
CHAPTER 8
Rose woke up to a loud noise below her;
“Great; the kitchen would have to be under me wouldn’t it?!” She muttered and fumbled for her wand with one hand and clutched a crumpled photo in the other.
“Lumos.”
Pointing the beam of light at her wristwatch on the table she saw that it was just after four in the morning. There was another crash; stifling a yawn she made her way downstairs still holding the battered photo in her hand. She pointed at the empty fireplace with her wand and it burst into lilac flames. Draco jumped the height of himself when the pyrotechnics appeared and sloshed hot chocolate over the floor. Rose sighed and charmed the mop in the corner to clean it up before curling up in an armchair. Draco scowled and produced another cup of chocolate out of thin air,
“Merlin, Dumbledore! D’ya wanna watch it next time? I could’ve fucking scalded myself!”
“You mean you didn’t scald yourself then? Shit, my aim must be off.” Rose exclaimed.
She waved her wand and produced a tall glass with a silver handle out of the air. Waving it again, the glass filled with creamy coffee and a shot of firewhiskey. Curling her hands around the glass, Rose gently blew on it until it was just the right temperature for drinking. The tattered photo, which she had placed on the arm of the chair, fell off it onto the hearthrug. Before she could reach down it was whizzing away towards Draco; his eyes glinted with mischief.
“Malfoy, give that back. Now.” Rose slowly said with a undercurrent of hatred in her cold tone.
“What do we have here? Hmm? A photo of mum and dad perhaps?” Slowly he began to unfold the piece of paper.
Rose got up from the chair, her hand reaching for her wand on the table beside her. It suddenly flew away from her to Malfoy, he shook his head with a smirk.
“We can’t have you jinxing me now, can we?”
Rose moved with an unexpected burst of speed and tackled Malfoy from behind, sending him head-first into the stationary cupboard. As various coloured inks ran down his bewildered face she picked up the photo and tucked it into her camisole pyjama top. Crouching down beside him she held his angry gaze with her cool, indifferent one.
“When I say, ‘give it back’, you do it. Immediately. Got it?”
Malfoy looked back and swiftly threw himself at her, throwing her to the ground. Rolling on top, he pinned her to the floor and held her arms down. Rose twisted to the left and kicked him in the back so they were face to face. Kneeing him in the groin, she made a grab for her wand on the counter but Malfoy kicked her in the ribs and she went down again. He threw her wand to the other side of the room before Rose clobbered him with a fallen textbook, his wand rolled away from them to land next to hers. Draco pinned her arms down again; his eyes sparked with anger.
He leant forward and roughly kissed her.
Rose thrashed underneath him, just making him more excited. Draco ground his hips against her as her forced his hand up her top; Rose bit down, hard.
“Bitch!” Draco yelled as his mouth filled with blood, he slapped Rose heavily across the face.
Seeing her chance, Rose bucked her hips and sent Malfoy flying to the right as she rolled away to the left. Crawling fast, she headed for the wands; Malfoy, seeing what she was trying to do, grabbed her feet as she kicked out at him. Pulling her backwards, he overtook her in the race for the wands.
Rose struck out at Malfoy’s ankle with her foot, sending him flying. They both scrambled for the wands and grabbed blindly.
Rose struggled to her feet pointing the wand at Malfoy who was facing her as he got up too. The silence hung thickly as the two teens gathered their breath. At some unknown signal they both yelled the first thing that entered their minds;
“CRUCIO!”
“CRUCIO!”
-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: will have to leave you there while i make me dinner! toodles! -x-