Rosevine left the room of requirements and strolled down to the herbology greenhouses. She sighed in relief when she realized that she was the first one to arrive. She wouldn’t have to deal with the fact that no one but Malfoy wanted to be near her anymore. By hurting Harry that way she had completely alienated herself from everyone she had considered a friend. She sat down at one of the tables and took out one of her books to avoid talking to Professor Sprout. Minutes later, people started to file into the classroom, all avoiding her like the plague. She knew that Malfoy and his Slytherin friends had probably spread the news of their engagement throughout the school; now she would be the Gryffindor traitor. Hermione, Harry, and Ron’s entrance snapped Rose out of her thoughts. Much as Rose expected, Harry walked to the other side of the room with Ron, but Hermione surprised her.
“I overreacted,” she sighed apologetically sitting in the seat next to Rose. “I know you didn’t want any of this, and I know why you’re pushing Harry away. That makes me like you even more—the fact that you’re looking out for him, but you were smart enough not to tell him that was your reasoning. He never would have allowed it,” she whispered.
Rose smiled despite herself. Hermione saw right through her act.
“Friends?” Hermione asked placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. Rose felt a single tear escape her eye, but wiped it away before anyone but Hermione saw it.
“Friends,” Rose agreed.
“Good, because I’m sick of being the only girl. Plus,” she laughed. “I need a study partner.”
“And I need a place to study where Malfoy can’t find me. He says I don’t need to study, since I’m just going to be a housewife anyway,” Rose laughed clearly annoyed.
“You? A housewife?” she asked, attempting to control the laughter that threatened to escape loudly.
“My thoughts exactly. I’d rather let a Blast-ended skrewt light me on fire.”
“Okay, Class! Let’s begin!” Professor Sprout yelled. The class quieted instantly. “Today we’re going to tend to the fanged geraniums.”
As Rosevine narrowly avoided being bit while pruning her geranium, she could feel eyes on her. She didn’t dare to look up from her plant; she was in no way ready to see the hurt in Harry’s green eyes again.
“Oi! Bloody!” she heard Harry’s voice start. She looked up finally to see him nursing the bite mark on his thumb.
“Mr. Potter, perhaps if you were paying attention to the geranium instead of staring at Miss Parkinson, your profanities wouldn’t be necessary,” Professor Sprout said laughing. Rosevine blushed, but successfully forced herself to return to tending to her geranium. Hermione picked up their conversation, knowing that Rosevine needed a distraction.
“What are you doing tonight?” she asked.
“Being tortured by Malfoy’s presence in my life. What else?” she asked.
“How about we go to the Gryffindor common room after dinner to study?” Hermione asked.
“I don’t know about the common room, Hermione,” she sighed. “I want to give him his space, besides I’m not sure I’m ready to face him yet.”
“You’re going to have to deal with him eventually, and Harry will just have to deal with it. You’re a Gryffindor, which means that you have every right to be in the common room. Head Girl or not.”
“I suppose,” Rose sighed.
“What do you suppose they’re talking about?” Ron muttered to Harry. They watched in disbelief as Hermione and Rose laughed together.
“Hell if I know, yesterday Hermione couldn’t tolerate hearing her name and now they’re best friends,” he said angrily.
“Er, I bet you they’re talking about you, you know.”
“What makes you think that? Rosevine obviously doesn’t care about me, so why would she waste her time talking about me?”
“Harry, sometimes I think you’re dafter than I am,” Ron said standing to leave as Professor Sprout shouted class dismissed.
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