Rosevine sat with Hermione during all her classes that day, much to Harry and Ron’s dismay. Rose really didn’t understand what the problem was, tables were only meant for two after all. Their last class of the day was double potions with the Slytherins, and as they made their way to the dungeons in silence, Rosevine was dreading seeing Malfoy.
“He can’t make you sit with him Rosevine. I mean, he can’t honestly expect you to just accept your betrothal automatically,” Hermione rationalized.
“You’re right. Just because I’m doing this for the Order doesn’t mean I have to become a good little housewife right away. It would be too obvious,” Rosevine sighed as they walked into the Potions classroom in silence.
“How nice of you to join us Miss Granger, please take your seat next to Mr. Goyle,” Slughorn declared. “Miss Parkinson, how are your potion skills?”
“Fair enough Professor,” Rosevine stated discouragingly.
“Professor, if I may?” Malfoy asked.
“Of course Mr. Malfoy,” Slughorn replied.
“As head boy and head girl, I think it is important that Miss Parkinson and I take advantage of the opportunity to work well together. It would also be beneficial to our pending nuptials this Spring,” he stated loudly enough for the whole class to hear. Rosevine glared at him as the class broke out in whispers.
“Enough!” Slughorn announced. “Fine Mr. Malfoy. Miss Parkinson, take your seat next to your fiancé.” Rosevine muttered to herself in annoyance as she stormed over to her seat and dropped her book bag onto the table with a deafening thud. “Zabini and Potter,” Slughorn said pointing to the desk in front of Rosevine and Malfoy. “Weasley and Greengrass….” He said continuing through the room.
“What do you do to make Slughorn do everything you say?” Zabini asked turning around.
“Slug club, remember?” he smirked. “I guess Potter here just isn’t important enough for Slughorn’s taste. But who could blame him? He isn’t even good enough to get the girl,” he laughed, sliding his arm around Rosevine’s shoulder.
“Get your hands off her Malfoy,” Harry demanded, glancing over his shoulder.
“Now why would I do that Potter? After all, she is MY fiancé,” Malfoy sneered.
“I know where you come from it is considered okay for a guy to buy a woman and abuse her the way you’ve done to Rose these past few days, but it isn’t in the world the rest of us live in,” Harry muttered.
“You seem to be forgetting one key aspect Potter. Rose is a pureblood, unlike you. She lives in my world. Just like she will, for the rest of her life.” Harry turned around in his seat to glare at Malfoy full out. Rose caught Hermione’s eye and followed her gaze to Malfoy’s wand, which was hidden beneath the table and ready to shoot a curse at Harry.
“Draco,” Rose murmured softly. “Can you please drop it? For me?” she asked sweetly. Malfoy smirked at his triumph before grasping her hand within his own and placing a kiss on top of it.
“You see Potter? I win,” Draco said, while Rose shot an apologetic glance at Harry.
“Bloody hell,” Harry muttered before grabbing his books and stomping out of the classroom in a huff.
“Well that was fun,” Zabini laughed. Rosevine pulled her hand away from Malfoy as soon as he had left the room, and slid her chair as far away from Malfoy as possible. Flirting had served its purpose, and now she had no interest in having Malfoy’s hands on her. Hermione gave her a sad smile, before turning to the front of the room, where Slughorn had started his lecture.
“I’ll see you after dinner,” Malfoy mumbled in front of the Great Hall.
“I have plans,” Rosevine sighed.
“With who?” he asked suspiciously.
“Hermione. We are studying in the Gryffindor common room, since you are so insistent on distracting me when I try in our dorm,” Rosevine muttered before turning her back on Malfoy and walking into the Great Hall.
She motioned towards the seat between Seamus and Dean, before Hermione grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the seat next to her.
“He’ Rose!” Ron said through a mouthful of food.
“Hi Ron,” she said happily. Harry continued to glare at his food.
“You know, that food never did a thing to you mate,” Ron said lightly.
“Maybe that’s why I’m so fond of it right now,” Harry stated harshly.
“Harry, I-I’m sorry. I was just trying to dissipate the situation,” Rosevine said softly.
“I don’t need you to protect me Rose!” he yelled angrily. “If anything you’re the one that needs protection!”
“Harry, please,” Rose pleaded. “Sit down. You’re making a scene.”
“I’m making a scene?” he asked pointing his wand at her. “Why are you hiding what he has been doing to you?” he asked. “Specialis Revelio.” From the gasps that emitted from everyone’s mouths at the Gryffindor table, Rose knew that Harry’s spell had been effective. She glanced up into his eyes and knew he hadn’t understood the extent of the bruising he had revealed to everyone. He only knew of the bruise on her wrist and jawline, but was completely unaware by the deep purple contusion in the shape of a hand that rested on her throat. Rosevine stood quickly leaving the Great Hall in embarrassment, unaware of the fact that Harry followed.
“Rose!” he shouted reaching out and grabbing her arm. He pulled her into an empty classroom quickly. His fingers instantly went to caress her throat softly, but Rose pushed them away.
“Don’t touch me,” she said firmly, ignoring the tears threatening to fall.
“Rose, you have to get out,” Harry said pulling her into a hug.
“I can’t Harry; I have to do this.”
“How close did he come to killing you?!” he asked angrily.
“I can take care of myself,” Rose mumbled.
“Did he do this because of me? Is that why you’re pushing me away?” he asked gently.
“Then why?!” he asked frustrated.
“Because Voldemort wants to use me to get to you!” she shouted. Rose’s hands flew to her mouth, and she covered her lips hoping she hadn’t actually spoken those words.
“I don’t need you to protect me Rose! You need to protect yourself.”
“I’m fine Potter.”
“I’m telling Lupin. He won’t let you keep this up,” Harry sighed.
“Lupin has no say in my life Potter,” Rose muttered.
“He’s your father!”
“I lived my entire life without a father, and I certainly don’t need one now,” Rose said walking out of the classroom and leaving a dumbfounded Harry behind.
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