“I’ll tell you what Malfoy, why don’t we make a deal?” she asked as he stepped closer to her.
“What did you have in mind?” he asked with his face close to hers.

“You evil, conniving little snake!” she yelled stepping towards Malfoy.
“I told you I get what I want,” he smirked standing to meet her.

“Yes that’s quite alright. As long as the two of you understand, that if Rosevine decides that she is going to spy for the order, that the two of you can not be so obvious with your flirtations,” Professor McGonagall clarified.

“Hello Love” he said. “I was beginning to think you were going to run away.”
“I wouldn’t get very far, Hermione threw my things out of the dorm room.” Rosevine said.
“I take it miss goodie two shoes isn’t taking the loss very well then?” he asked. 

“What would Mommy and Daddy think if they knew that you were marrying a death eater and not fighting until you die. What does the Order think?” he asked.

“Hold still.” he said planting kisses on her neck. Rosevine turned around, putting her hands around his neck. She smirked before bringing her knee to his groin.
“What the hell Rosevine?” he asked crumbling to the floor.
“Don’t ever make the mistake of underestimating a woman’s wrath Malfoy.”

“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.

“Draco, please,” Rose pleaded, grabbing onto his arm.
“Please?” Malfoy smirked.
“Please don’t tell him.”

“It will be awkward, but look at it this way. It’s better than playing affectionate with Malfoy isn’t it?” Hermione asked lightly.
“That doesn’t say much ‘Mione. I’d rather chew off my own toe than spend more time with Draco.”

“What are you saying?” Rosevine asked.
“I’m saying we make him jealous,” he said with a smirk.
“You’re kidding! There’s no way he would buy that,” Rose laughed.

“I am not some prize to be won in a fist fight!” she shrieked before storming off.
“Bloody hell,” Draco mumbled. “What was that?” he asked no one in particular.

He sat on the side of her bed and leaned his body over hers. He ran his thumb across her cheek softly—caressingly—without a second thought.
“Wake up soon beautiful,” he murmured before placing a soft kiss on her forehead.

“Hey!” Draco yelled. “I was going to eat that,” he said sulking.
“But Draco! She insulted me. Do you expect me to let her get away with that?" Rose asked faking her best puppy dog eyes.

“Do you still have feelings for him?” Draco asked quietly.
“For who?” Rose asked.
“For Harry?”

“Hermione,” she pleaded much louder now. “Can we talk?” she asked. Hermione nodded before setting down her book and guiding Rose up to her dormitory.
“What’s wrong Rose?” she asked softly. Rose simply shook her head before the sobs took over her body and she shook violently with the force of it.

“How does what feel?” Ginny asked, her ears growing redder by the second.
“Knowing that you’ll never be more than a consolation prize?” Rose responded with a brilliant white smile before turning her back to Ginny and approaching her friends.

Rosevine stared across the small void between her and Draco impatiently. She stayed quiet, trying not to ruin the moment or cause him to change his mind.
“How much do you know about last year?” he finally asked softly.

“You can’t avoid him forever you know?” Hermione asked, surprising Rosevine by approaching her in the abandoned corridor a few days later.
“Avoid who?” Rose asked in an attempt to sound innocent.

“Draco, I,” Rosevine started to apologize.
“Save it, Rosevine. I don’t want your apology. Just hold your tongue from now on,” he replied sharply.

“Draco,” Rosevine pleaded.
“You’ll be fine Rosevine.  Just look to the floor unless he tells you otherwise.”
“Please don’t make me do this, Draco.” 

“We have to talk about this,” he said softly.

“No. We don’t. Really Harry.  We can just leave this and forget about it,” Rose answered.

“Is that what you want?” Harry asked sadly.

“I’ve seen Rosevine use her powers,” Harry said a bit defiantly.

“I doubt what Rose has shown you compares to what she bottles up,” Remus answered.  “If she is anything like her mother she’s never shown anyone.”

“So nothing will change then, eh mate?” Ron asked Harry with a smile.


 “I hope some things change,” he said glancing at me cryptically. “But the four of us working together will never change.”

“This is our son Teddy,” Remus sighed, holding the baby in his arms.  “Your brother.”

“I have a brother?” Rose asked in astonishment. 

“The Minister is dead.”

“What? How?” Hermione whispered in shock. 

“You’re my home,” Rose sighed. 

Harry smiled, hugging Rose tightly and kissing her lightly.  “We’re each other’s now,” he echoed.