When a rose grows thorns
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
2,185
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.
When a rose grows thorns
DISCLAIMER: j.k. rowling owns all! \'cept for Rose, she\'s mine!
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CHAPTER 1
Hermione sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes wearily as her mother switched on the bedroom light.
“Ugh! Mum! It’s the middle of the night!”
“Nonsense, Miya. It’s six o’clock. Harry‘s already up!” Caroline Granger told her daughter as she walked out of the door. “Get dressed, we have to meet your cousin at eight.”
“The middle of the night!” She repeated as she stumbled towards the bathroom.
Splashing her face with cold water, she looked long and hard at herself in the mirror. Over the summer she had blossomed into what her father called ‘a right lil’ cracker’, she had certainly drew more than a few admiring glances during their annual trip to Southern France. Her bushy hair had finally calmed down into gentle waves after a number of trips to Tonks’ hairdresser and had darkened to a rich chocolate brown like that of her mother‘s. Her body had curves in all the right places and was toned due to hours of swimming in the warm Mediterranean Sea. Her long limbs glowed with the captured heat and colour of the sun. Smiling at herself Hermione pulled on a pair of black jeans and a white t-shirt.
“Hermione! Come on!” Frank Granger yelled up the stairs.
She rolled her eyes skyward and pulled her hair into a ponytail as she ran down the stairs. Grabbing the bacon sandwich left for her on the counter she ran out of the backdoor and locked it behind her. She got into the back of the car with Harry as her dad pulled out of the drive.
“Finally, you would try the patience of a saint, daughter dear.” Her mother chuckled. “Rose is going to wonder where we are!”
Hermione stuck her tongue out at Harry who was silently laughing at her, he had been staying with the Granger’s this summer as Ron’s family were in Peru on holiday (Mr. Weasly had won the ministry sweepstake of one million galleons). So, not only had he actually done all his homework, for once, he had also read more books than he had ever hoped to achieve in a lifetime thanks to Hermione’s care.
They were on the way to White Creek Cottage, a small dwelling in the middle of Hyde Park, London. It was, of course, oblivious to muggle sight, meaning that Hermione’s dad had to be given spelled spectacles to see where he had to park. It was in this cottage where Hermione’s favourite cousin lived with her motherly cat in complete solitude. Rose had stayed at this address every summer ever since she had turned fifteen and was kept in constant observation by The Ministry Of Magic to make sure that she came to no harm. The reason behind this was because she was second on The Dark Lord’s death list, right after Harry Potter. Many people asked why she did not live with her relatives; indeed, the Grangers were the closest family she had and they would be quite happy to have her live with them. But she had refused continuously as if The Dark Lord found her then they would also die and she could not let that happen. Both Rose and Hermione shared the same birthday on the twelfth of February, a strange coincidence. Something made all the more uncanny with the fact that they were alike in certain ways; they both had long, dark brown hair and reached the height of 5’8. They both had a fondness for reading, although their tastes differed, and both shared a thirst for knowledge that quite often dropped them into trouble. And this year, Rose was joining Hogwart’s school of witchcraft and wizardry with her cousin.
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A/N: please review, its my first publication. i know its short, it\'ll get better! promise! -x-
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CHAPTER 1
Hermione sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes wearily as her mother switched on the bedroom light.
“Ugh! Mum! It’s the middle of the night!”
“Nonsense, Miya. It’s six o’clock. Harry‘s already up!” Caroline Granger told her daughter as she walked out of the door. “Get dressed, we have to meet your cousin at eight.”
“The middle of the night!” She repeated as she stumbled towards the bathroom.
Splashing her face with cold water, she looked long and hard at herself in the mirror. Over the summer she had blossomed into what her father called ‘a right lil’ cracker’, she had certainly drew more than a few admiring glances during their annual trip to Southern France. Her bushy hair had finally calmed down into gentle waves after a number of trips to Tonks’ hairdresser and had darkened to a rich chocolate brown like that of her mother‘s. Her body had curves in all the right places and was toned due to hours of swimming in the warm Mediterranean Sea. Her long limbs glowed with the captured heat and colour of the sun. Smiling at herself Hermione pulled on a pair of black jeans and a white t-shirt.
“Hermione! Come on!” Frank Granger yelled up the stairs.
She rolled her eyes skyward and pulled her hair into a ponytail as she ran down the stairs. Grabbing the bacon sandwich left for her on the counter she ran out of the backdoor and locked it behind her. She got into the back of the car with Harry as her dad pulled out of the drive.
“Finally, you would try the patience of a saint, daughter dear.” Her mother chuckled. “Rose is going to wonder where we are!”
Hermione stuck her tongue out at Harry who was silently laughing at her, he had been staying with the Granger’s this summer as Ron’s family were in Peru on holiday (Mr. Weasly had won the ministry sweepstake of one million galleons). So, not only had he actually done all his homework, for once, he had also read more books than he had ever hoped to achieve in a lifetime thanks to Hermione’s care.
They were on the way to White Creek Cottage, a small dwelling in the middle of Hyde Park, London. It was, of course, oblivious to muggle sight, meaning that Hermione’s dad had to be given spelled spectacles to see where he had to park. It was in this cottage where Hermione’s favourite cousin lived with her motherly cat in complete solitude. Rose had stayed at this address every summer ever since she had turned fifteen and was kept in constant observation by The Ministry Of Magic to make sure that she came to no harm. The reason behind this was because she was second on The Dark Lord’s death list, right after Harry Potter. Many people asked why she did not live with her relatives; indeed, the Grangers were the closest family she had and they would be quite happy to have her live with them. But she had refused continuously as if The Dark Lord found her then they would also die and she could not let that happen. Both Rose and Hermione shared the same birthday on the twelfth of February, a strange coincidence. Something made all the more uncanny with the fact that they were alike in certain ways; they both had long, dark brown hair and reached the height of 5’8. They both had a fondness for reading, although their tastes differed, and both shared a thirst for knowledge that quite often dropped them into trouble. And this year, Rose was joining Hogwart’s school of witchcraft and wizardry with her cousin.
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A/N: please review, its my first publication. i know its short, it\'ll get better! promise! -x-