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Rosevine took her seat next to Hermione at the Gryffindor table for breakfast the next day.

“I’m sorry I bailed on you last night,” Rosevine sighed softly—attempting to ignore the stares and whispers from the students in the Great Hall.

“It’s fine. Once Harry cast that spell I knew I shouldn’t expect you to come. I wouldn’t have wanted to be near that git either,” Hermione said frustrated.

“Don’t be mad at him. He’s just trying to help me,” Rose mumbled.

“I know.”

“Look, Hermione, I’m not so sure we should be friends. Things with Harry are about to get bad, and I don’t want to come between you two,” Rose stated.

“What do you mean things are about to get bad?” Hermione asked suspiciously.

“By casting that spell Malfoy knows that Harry hasn’t let go. He gave me a couple of days to make Harry hate me before he goes to Voldemort. I have to make him think the worst of me,” Rosevine said with a slight sob.

“I’m still going to be your friend Rose. You need someone to talk to through all of this. How are you going to make Harry hate you?” she asked.

“I have no idea. I let it slip last night that I was pushing him away to protect him, so I’m going to have to be cruel—otherwise he’ll see right through it and keep pushing.”

“Embarrass him in public. Nothing makes him angrier than being humiliated, and he’s too proud to back down any time soon,” Hermione mumbled quickly before Harry and Ron took their seats across the table.

“Morning Ron,” Rosevine and Hermione said quickly.

“Morning,” he said back quickly.

“Morning ‘Mione. Good morning Rose,” Harry said pointedly. Rose chose to ignore him. “You’re seriously not talking to me?” he asked noticing Rose’s fascination with her plate. “Rose, talk to me!” he yelled, bringing attention from the rest of the table to his angry face.

“Look Potter,” Rosevine said. “I know you’re used to girls throwing themselves at your feet because you’re the precious chosen one, but I’m not those girls. I’m getting married and not to you so why don’t you just get that through that thick head of yours and leave me alone!” Rose yelled in retort.

Harry stared back at her in shock and Rose forced the most scornful look she could manage onto her features. He quickly gathered his things and stormed out of the Great Hall. Rose quickly cast a glance to Malfoy at the Slytherin table. His eyes met hers and he smirked and nodded approvingly. She turned her eyes back to the plate in front of her and poked her eggs with her fork without any intention of eating them.

“It’s okay Rose. You know he didn’t give you any choice,” Hermione said comfortingly.

“I just wish you didn’t have to be so harsh,” Ron whispered.

“What was I supposed to do Ron? He wasn’t listening to me,” Rose asked equally quietly.

“I know, I know. I’m not saying it was the wrong thing to do. I just wish it didn’t come to this. He really likes you.”

“I really like him too Ron, but it doesn’t change anything,” Rose mumbled. Hermione nudged her with her shoulder, smiling slightly.

“We should get to Runes,” she said.

“At least he neither of them are in that class,” Rose said with a laugh.

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