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When she wasn’t in class, Rose retreated to her dorm immediately for the next couple days. McGonagall had explicitly forbidden Rosevine from going anywhere near Draco Malfoy. She was bitter at Harry for telling her what she was considering. She knew he was right; it was too dangerous for her now, but that didn’t stop her wounded pride from not wanting to see him. As the days passed she got lonely. She missed Harry, Hermione, and Ron. She’d been so mad at Draco for taking them all away from her and now that she was finally free to be herself she was sulking in her room. Making up her mind, she bolted from her dorm.
“Remus?” Rosevine asked when she skidded to a halt inside the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. He turned to look at her, his eyes voicing the words he didn’t say. He was terrified for her safety. It made what she was about to do even easier. “Can we go somewhere and talk?”
“Of course,” he said leading her into his office behind the classroom. “Take a seat,” he said motioning to the chair in front of his desk.
“I’d rather stand,” she sighed, pacing around the office.
“What’s wrong Rose?” he asked, concern spreading over his aging features.
“Well, I-erm, I know we don’t know each other very well. But now that I no longer have to hide who-what I am,” she corrected herself. “I was wondering,” she stopped. A moment of silence stretched between them; Remus waiting for Rosevine to find the words to ask him what was on her mind. “I don’t want to be a Parkinson,” she blurted out. “So I was hoping I could, maybe be a Lupin?” she asked nervously.
“Rose you already are a Lupin,” he laughed. “But if you would like to change your name to Lupin that would make me very happy.”
“Really?” Rose asked surprised.
“Of course. If I had known about you, I would have taken you in after your mother died. You never should have been forced to become a Parkinson,” he grumbled, clearly angry.
“How do I go about changing my name?” Rosevine asked.
“Professor McGonagall and I will arrange for the paperwork to be sent here,” he explained.
“Okay. I suppose I better get going before I miss dinner,” she sighed.
“Rosevine?” Lupin asked. “Harry and I have private lessons on the weekends. Would you be interested in joining us?” he asked nervously, wanting to do whatever he could to keep her safe.
“I’d like that,” Rosevine said.
“Talk to Harry and figure out when a good time would be for the two of you. We can meet as many times a week as you two would like,” he sighed in relief.
“He and I will discuss it tonight, Professor,” Rosevine smiled, before running out of the room again. Remus shook his head with a quiet chuckle. He knew exactly where she was going.
She ran through the hallways, not caring who she passed.
“Sorry!” she yelled joyfully when she ran into Pansy. Pansy looked utterly confused at not only the apology, but also the smile plastered on her cousin’s face. Knowing Rose and Draco had a fight, she had expected Rosevine to be as miserable as Draco seemed to be as of late.
“What are you so happy about?” she asked when Rosevine paused. Rosevine slipped the ring off her left finger happily.
“Give this to Malfoy?” she asked setting the ring in the pocket of Pansy’s robe.
“Rosevine Parkinson, you can’t just give me your engagement ring!” Pansy shouted after her.
“That’s Miss Lupin to you thanks!” Rose shouted as she continued her run down the hall. “Fiddlewicks,” she said gleefully to the portrait of the fat lady. Strolling into the Gryffindor common room, she spotted Harry by the fire with Ron and Hermione. When he cast a wayward glance her way her eyes met and she held up her now empty ring finger. Realization dawning in his eyes, Harry stood up and crossed the room.
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