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Waking Up To Lace
“Well what about that seeker of theirs, Rose Weasley?”
Chapter 2: Spin The Bottle
His feelings for her were off limits, and unpredictable. Dangerous. He knew it would just be harder to…deal with it if he got closer to her. So he had devised a plan: No talking to Rose, no looking at Rose, no flirting with Rose, no following Rose around.
The Catch and Crossing the Line
But then something else happened. Two bludgers flew at Rose from behind and with a loud crack; they hit her. She fell from her broom, unconscious. The crowds screamed, the snitch forgotten. She was falling faster and faster, spiraling towards the ground.
Kissing in Closets and a Moonlight Swim
Saving Rockfeller was a pretty decent thing to do…she was surprised at Malfoy. Maybe I’ll tell him that was decent, and next time won’t be so awkward. Rose turned around and said, “That was fairly decent.” In one breath, but he was gone. Rose stared in confusion out the door, where he was no where to be seen. How did he get out so quickly? What a weird guy…
The Herbology Class
And that was really weird, how he acted today! He had saved her in the lake, and then he brushed off all her apologies? Did she do something wrong? When he had touched her elbow in the lake…no, any normal person would’ve done that.
“Thanks, I wasn’t watching where I was going.” Rose said, suddenly uncomfortably aware of the fact that she hadn’t washed her hair today and that she was wearing a baggy sweater with a stain on it.
The Snowflake Ball
Rose turned her head to look at him; now that her eyes were adjusted she could make out his profile, highlighted by the stars. She saw the bridge of his nose, his round bottom lip, his square jaw. He turned to look at her, the corners of his lips lifting slightly.
A cool wave of paranoia swept over Rose as he spoke. His voice sounded exactly the same as the mystery guy. Of course. But, as a teenager, didn’t most male voices sound pretty much the same? If Rose hadn’t been thinking about it, would she have even noticed how similar the voices were?
There's No Place Like Christmasland
Walk of Blood and Onions
Rose spun around, knife in hand. She knew that voice. Vision couldn’t deceive her anymore.
Falling Is Leaping
He had moved away, too far away to touch, which bothered Rose. She wanted to touch him. Her breathing sounded ragged in her ears.
The Inherent Danger of Snowy Alleys
His jaw was clenched, and she could tell that his hands, resting in his pockets, were curled into fists. Something flashed across his face, a brief moment of vulnerability, uncertainty, regret, and then it was gone, and his eyes had become hard once again.
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