third person pov

' It all comes down to make
the sound of our love song '

Saturday had came quickly, the first week back rolling by in a blur for everyone. With the dementors and Sirius Black being on the run, the beginning of Quidditch season had been moved to January—which led to Slytherin now playing Gryffindor instead of Ravenclaw.

Rose had protested food desperately, refusing to feel like throwing up the whole time but ultimately by lunch time was force fed bread from an apologetic Theo.

It was mid afternoon now but one wouldn't know from the stormy grey skies and the raining pouring down, pattering on the stands and making the sound echo into the locker rooms.

Draco stood outside the Slytherin door, full gear on and ready as he lounged against the wall of the small tunnel, watching the water flowing from the open ended side.

He scoffed when he saw Theo slightly jogging in the distance, Hermione and Whitman closer than the boy with an umbrella over them. He had been put on waiting duty for Theo to go back and grab the wraps Marcus Flint forgot to get.

Needless to say, Draco was highly impatient and highly annoyed.

Hermione and Whitman entered the tunnel first, the girl huffing as she brought the umbrella down, Nyx hissing like a mad woman at the spare rain flicked onto her scales in Whitman's hands.

Upon arrival to Draco Whitman sighed heavily, Hermione's arms crossing angrily at the blonde.

"You are letting me see her!"

Draco pushed up off the wall, his leather clad hands reaching out to soothe Nyx's head as he spoke with spite. "If you're going to be cunt Granger then no"

Hermione was slowly beginning to spiral, mindlessly throwing the umbrella down. "Whitman back me up on this! I need to see her!"

"Hey!" Whitman snapped with tired eyes, "I'm on a decline of mental stability—I told you not to follow me Hermione"

Draco took the snake away with him, grinning as Nyx lifted her head up and nudged his nose.

"Is he deaf?" Hermione yelled, throwing her hands up, attempting to step by Draco but getting stopped by Whitman. "Let me go!"

Like a defeated father Draco brought Nyx into his chest and glared at Hermione, "We need to talk about a few things first"

"Hmph..." Hermione straightened out her sweater, "What is it?"

"Ro hasn't been doing so good this past week—not eating much and having bad anxiety tics"

"Let me be plain since he isn't, Rosie went through complete suffering on earth because Walburga found out your disgusting blood status and that you were in fact more than simple friends" Draco spat, "So if you talk to her and get her all riled up after what happened...we will make sure she stays far away from you"

"Who do you think you are?! You can't do that!"

"Yes we can and we will" Whitman's voice cutting in stunned the girl, "You don't get it Hermione—you don't know what it's like"

"I'm allowed to be angry at her!" Hermione pointed to herself, "She treated me like scum on the platform and then ignores me for a week when we come back! Me and her can fight and be fine after because it's none of anyone's buisness!"

Draco blinked, turning to Whitman. "I cannot handle this type of stupidity—we'll buy Rosie a new friend in a muggle town since she's craves such pathetic company"

"Listen Hermione you're a cool girl and you've been a good friend to Ro but you have to realize at some point that her life is much different from your own" Whitman spoke calmly as Draco scoffed, "But her brain isn't wired like yours or mine or Draco's—if you're going to be close to her then you have to be able to handle treating situations with her differently than you would other people...blowing up on her is just going make her split and never speak to you again"

Their attentions were stolen by Theo running up, not sparing Hermione a glance as he held up the white wrapping tape to show Draco. "This is it, right?"

Draco nodded and Theo went to step around him to the door just as Hermjone spoke.

"Theo tell them to stop being ridiculous!"

Her words didn't stop him or gain his attention, simply pushing the door open and walking in.

"He's not going to speak to the likes of you until Rosie decides to" Draco added on mindlessly, looking down to mess with Nyx in boredom. "I would be on the same train if it wasn't for me and Whit deciding Rosie was going to off herself if you two didn't make up"

"You are all acting like a killed her favorite person!"

"In Theo's mind you and Ro shouldn't be friends—it's not worth the trouble and I have to agree"

Hermione scoffed at Whitman, shaking her head in disbelief. "Listen...I just want to speak with my best friend! This is unfair"

Draco snapped in an instant, his patience worn thin. "What's unfair is your inability to see what's really going on here—if I had gotten abused for being friends with someone I wouldn't be able to look them in the eye either. So stop being so pathetically dimwitted and realize what's really going on or stay the fuck away from her"

"Fine!" Hermione grabbed onto Whitman sweater sleeve, "Please go get Rose"

"She thinks you're the one mad at her" Whitman breathed out, tugging his arm away frustratedly. "I think it's best we wait awhile—you're clearly in no condition to talk and stop pulling on me like a crazed person"

Draco scoffed loudly, completely over it as he turned to the door. "You don't deserve her in your life. You can't understand that Rosie doesn't need to deal with this right now"

With awful timing the Lockeroom swung open, Rose walking out while tying her hair up into a ponytail as she spoke. "I swear to Merlin and back if that bitch is talking about Theo again—"

Immediately her words cut off, body freezing and tensing up at the sight of Hermione.

"Leave" Draco spat.

Whitman nodded, voice suddenly distant and stern. "You need to go Hermione"

Hermione didn't let her eyes leave Rose's face for a second, features softening. "I want to talk"

"She clearly doesn't want to speak—"

"I'm fine Draco" Rose directed up at him, "Go tell Theo and Blaise I'll be back"

The blonde turned his back to Hermione with distaste, swiping his thumb down Rose's cheek—getting a confused look from Whitman who had no idea why the two had been acting so kind to eachother for the last week. "Are you sure?"

She nodded in response, leading to Draco reluctantly moving to the door and Whitman pecking her head before shooting a warning look to Hermione as he trailed into the Lockeroom with Draco.

The door slammed shut, Rose flinching and directing her gaze away.

"Sooo...." Hermione began anxiously, "What's happening with Theo?"

"Cho came by and told me about this Hufflepuff who was giggling and talking about him in the common room," Rose shrugged, "She's gonna make sure to get the girl to sit in the front row so I can hit her with a bludger"

Hermione's eyes widened with the knowledge Rose was being completely serious, a long silence passing through them.

"Rose look at me"

She didn't listen, casting her gaze to Hermione's left shoulder.

"Rose!"

In an instant the raven haired girl snapped her eyes to Hermione's, "What do you want from me?"

"I want my best friend back!"

"Please don't yell"

Hermione took a shaky breath, stepping closer. "I want answers—you ignore me on the platform and then ignore me at school"

Rose lifted her chin, tone calmer than anything Hermione had ever heard. "I'm not in the wrong and I won't let you make me feel that way"

"You're not?" Hermione appeared pained, "I understand if you have to deny our friendship to Walburga but here? Why would you treat me like I'm—"

"I'm trying to protect you!"

"Protect me from what?!"

"What don't you get?!" Rose whispered harshly, "My grandmother can kill you and make it an accident, no one will ever know and even if they do she'll just pay off the minister. I'm doing right by you Mione...the world isn't fair"

"Then kill her!" Hermione attested quietly, grabbing onto Rose's palm gently. "You promised me nothing would tear us apart"

"I love you more than anything" Rose closed her eyes for a moment, letting them gloss over before opening them back up. "I'd kill for you—I'd do anything for you but I can't kill her. I can't do it"

"After everything she's done to you? Fine!" Hermione grabbed onto her other hand, "I'll kill her. I'll—I'll put my morals aside and do it for you"

"No!" Rose yelled defensively before tearing one hand away to wipe a stray tear off Hermione's cheek roughly, "She's awful and I know it but I don't want her gone. She's the only family I have"

"No no no that's not true" Hermione's lip started to quiver as Rose's touch lingered, "I'm your family—those boys are your family"

"Oh love..." Rose whispered and brought her other hand up to hold Hermione's face, "It's not enough"

"I'm not enough?"

With a voice crack, "No"

She took in a sharp breath, eye lids shutting as a string of tears fell and her head leaned forward in Rose's grip.

The Black closed the distance between them, pressing her lips to Hermione's head with a broken whisper. "I'm sorry—I'm so fucking sorry"

Hermione leaned up slightly, seeing Rose's eyes burn with the tears she tried to keep at bay. "But what about everything we wanted to do? You know? Us—" She paused with a quiet whimper, "People come and go but we're forever...I thought we were forever"

"I can't be selfish with your life," Rose murmured, wiping the girls tears once more. "I love you"

"You can't say that and then walk out my life like I'm some boy!"

Rose shook her head, a single tear falling as she tore herself away and started walking toward the Lockeroom. "I—I can't do this"

"No" Hermione mumbled before yelling after her, "This what you do Rose! I'm not letting push me away because you think you get to decide whether I'm willing to risk my life or not!"

Rose furiously wiped her face, "Go away Hermione"

"No!"

She turned around with a icy yell, "Leave or I'll make you!"

The sharpness made Hermione recoil back, covering her mouth with a flood of tears before rushing out to the end of the tunnel and into the rain.

For a moment Rose let her forehead lean onto the wooden door, taking deep breaths as her fingers tightened on the rusty knob.

When she walked in her face seemed untouched by emotion.

But then she spotted Theo sitting on a bench with a scowl as Whitman kept a firm hand on his shoulder to keep him pinned from running away, Draco leaned back against the lockers on the bench across with Nyx nudging his left cheek lovingly—Blaise rambling loudly to distract them from worrying about what was happening between Rose and Hermione.

Home.

She smiled softly at the sight and crossed over, Theo letting out a rough sigh upon her arrival.

"Finally" Whitman spoke exasperated and let go of Theo, "He was on the verge of having an aneurism"

Rose raised a brow as she sat next to Theo and began sliding on the leather arm pads, Blaise speaking up curiously.

"What's an aneurism?"

Draco brought Nyx down, looking horrified at the boy. "What's a—fucks sake Blaise"

Whitman laughed to himself, "It's a dance people do when nervous"

"Really?" Blaise questioned, "Weird nickname for it"

The boys started laughing as Blaise looked at them confused, Theo nudging Rose and whispering.

"How'd it go?"

"Don't worry about it Theo" Rose snapped at him with an angered look.

His lips twisted up, arm sliding over her shoulders as Draco and Whitman started teasing Blaise. "Oh come on baby—don't let her ruin your day"

Just as mean, "Why don't you just leave me alone? Let me wallow alone?"

"Not in my nature" Theo shrugged and pulled her closer, "Making you happy is my career path"

"Career path? Theo—" Huffing, Rose rolled her eyes. "Fuck off"

"What will make you feel better?" Theo pressed his lips to her forehead, the rough pads of his fingers tracing over her permanent frown. "Should I attack you with these lips?"

"Theo!" She snapped angrily.

"Yes love?"

Rose eyed his wet hair, "Gods—you're soaking wet"

"I know" He smirked lazily and dropped his wet head atop her forehead, "Aren't I beautiful like this?"

Rose tried to be angry but found it impossible, her lip's involuntarily twitching. Theo's eyes glimmered at her happiness returning, Rose lifting her hand up to touch his cheek.

"The prettiest human alive" She muttered before kissing his nose gently.

"There she is" Theo whispered before repeating his words loudly and dragging her head into his chest. Rose laughed quietly, letting her arms slip around his waist.

Draco looked over as Theo's hold turned tighter, "Rosie, is he suffocating you?"

She peeked over at Draco, being smothered by the Nott boy and not speaking.

"Rosie?" Draco raised a brow as she gasped for air, "Is he?"

Theo grinned and squeezed her tighter, "Oh I trained her back at school—she's not gonna break"

Blaise giggled, Rose following suit as Theo dropped his head back with laughter.

"What're we going to do with them three?" Whitman smiled tiredly over at Draco.

The blonde shrugged and lifted Nyx up, speaking directly to her. "I don't know—what do you think Nyx? Send them all to exile with the peafowl that attacked you over break?"

Rose turned her head up, whispering lowly with a smile. "Thank you"

"No—thank you" Theo whispered back with a wholesome tone, "I missed that daming smile"

"You're such a sapp Nott" Rose laughed, pushing his face away.

"I know" He sighed dramatically and tipped his head back, "I don't think there is any hope for recovery"

The rest of the time in the locker room went by at a fast pace from all the banter floating around, Whitman dipping off with Nyx and an umbrella of his own for the storm he would have to endure to watch his friends play but without the usual company Blaise offered—getting stuck with Crabbe and Goyle in the stands.

Flint's routine pep talk was much different than other teams, obnoxiously yelling a string of a curse words at his players that always made Theo mutter about the captain's idiotic need to curse to fill in the blanks his low IQ couldn't.

After the muffled announcement of each team from Lee Jordan, the designated commentator, all of the Slytherin members followed after Flint onto the field. If the crowd was cheering, they couldn't hear it over the fresh rolls of thunder and heavy rain coming down.

The Gryffindors were approaching from the opposite side of the field, wearing maroon robes.

As they all fell into a line up the captains started walking toward each other, Rose side eyed Theo who wore a look that promised he was up to something.

She held out her bat, his lips pulling up at their tradition—tapping the end of hers with his own.

Merlin help her, no man should look that good in emerald robes and rain pouring down.

"Try not to take any heads off love" Theo shouted over the loud weather.

"Same goes you for little maniac" Rose called back, Theo blowing her a fake kiss that had her eyes rolling and laughter pouring out as she brought the bat away to disconnect the touching they were doing.

She faced straight ahead just in time to see Flint roughly grab onto Oliver Wood's hand who appeared as if he had lockjaw. Rose squinted, seeing Madam Hooch's lips form the words 'Mount Your brooms!'

She pulled her right foot out of the muddy grass with a disgusting squelch and swung it over her broom, discreetly casting a spell over the shiny black wood to repel water with a lift of her pointer finger.

Madam Hooch put the red whistle to her lips and gave it a blast that sounded shrill and distant, without hesitation each member of both teams were rising high up in the air.

Rose blinked and looked at the grayish blue sky as thunder rumbled, lightening striking down onto the field where Madam Hooch lifted her boot—kicking the wooden box open.

The iron bludgers immediately flew out, irrationally going in different directions. The snitch on the other hand was impossible to see from the moment it was released amongst the stormy rain. Madams Hooch reached in, taking out the quaffle and tossing it up in the center with outstanding arm strength.

"And their off...." Lee Jordan's voice barely reached the ears of the players, sentence running off as the more thunder rumbled.

Adrian Pucey was the first to grab the quaffle, speeding away like a mad man. Immediately Wood crashed into his side, flying neck and neck. It was times like this everyone in Slytherin wished Adrian did play dirty, just throw the Gryffindor captain a good elbow to the nose or anything harmful.

Marcus came on the other side of Wood, aggressively pushing against him with the roughness of a barbaric man. One of the bludgers started zooming overhead from behind Fred Weasley and was heading straight for the three boys, Fred of course grinned devilishly at the opportunity and swung his bat—adding momentum to the iron ball as the three neared the keeper.

But as if out of thin air Theo appeared above Flint, swinging his bat and directing the bludger straight to the center goalpost where Cormac Mclaggen was. Cormac dipped off to the side just as Flint pushed hard enough on Wood to make him almost knock into Pucey, skilled as ever though Adrian flew up at the perfect time and left Wood to roughly fly away as he tossed the quaffle straight in.

Theo looked around as the sound of muffled applause rung out from the ones supporting Slytherin, wondering where in the name of Salazar Rose could have went to. They usually tag teamed the game, working in such synchronization that it was astonishing.

Rose couldn't have cared less about the game today, filled with animosity and spite—the fact she hadn't taken her medicine adding onto the craziness of her plan. She had zoomed down to the Hufflepuffs where Cho Chang stood with her little minions and a blonde Hufflepuff with a green scarf.

She was forced to get close enough to find clarity amongst the rain that had picked up, robes drenched. Cho gave Rose a wicked smirk and discreetly nodded toward the blonde under her dark blue hooded rain jacket, Rose giving her a nod and flying back up—Cho giggling and immediately running away with her friends to avoid being hit.

Angelina Johnson had taken possession of the quaffle by the time Rose began paying attention again, Johnson flying straight towards the Slytherin goalpost with all three of Slytherins chasers surrounding her. With Blaise above, Adrian and Marcus on either side—the girl was trapped. This also meant one of the bludgers was bound to hit the boys instead, Theo went to cross over but Rose beat him to it.

The Black flew up next to Adrian, the bat swinging without hesitation but not in the direction of Katie Bell who was nearing to provide help to the fellow Gryffindor like everyone suspected. No, Rose hit the bludger straight off to the left where the Hufflepuffs were with such force it was surprisingly her arm didn't come out of socket.

"I think the bludger is coming this way!" Zacharias Smith shouted in the crowd, Hannah Abbott who was in fact Rose's target went wide eyed and froze upon seeing the iron ball heading straight to her face.

"Move!"

"Move!"

Just as the ball came inches from Hannah's face a random girl next to Hannah pulled her out of the way, screams ringing out as the bludger went through the spot where Hannah was and broke the bench with a gaping hole—tearing through the wooden poles underneath before curling back up from outside the pitch and coming back in.

The distraction and the sound of the whistle threw Angelina off, getting pushed down below by the three Slytherins as everyone paused.

From below Madam Hooch walked back onto the field, angrily signaling a foul and directing Angelina to the Slytherin goalpost as the others recoiled back.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Marcus yelled at Rose as they lined up with the Gryffindors at the Halfway point, Angelina flying back up with the quaffle to be directly infront if Graham as he guarded the goals.

"Shut the fuck up and play Marcus or I'll send one to your head next"

Theo looked at her confusedly, she never made mistakes in quidditch—that was on purpose. "What's going on? Why'd you do that?"

"Teaching dumb little cunts to keep their name out of your mouth, be grateful yeah?" Rose taunted to him just as Graham blocked the shot and everyone started zooming off.

Theo blinked as she darted away, following in pursuit after a shaking his head in confusion.

Draco heard fluttering right by his ear, immediately turning to go for the golden snitch that zoomed down. He went after it with incredible speed, finding the snitch once more five feet above the muddy grass.

He wiped his face, trying to provide some clarity amongst the rain that kept coming down harder and harder. Just then the snitch flew back up, he became hot on the tail of the golden object that went higher and higher.

The blonde kept following after it until the point he was so high in the clouds that the pitch had completely disappeared. He felt a gust of wind, glancing down to see Harry a few feet behind him.

Draco watched the snitch curve to the right, going up more and dipping that way as Harry followed with thunder rumbling loudly in their ears.

A flash of black went by the corner of his eye, making him pause momentarily before seeing a dementor coming right to him.

Immediately Draco dipped backwards, there was very few things he would be okay with killing him and a dementor was most definitely not on the list.

With urgency he flew back down, the pitch slowly coming back into sight but something else.

The snitch.

He sped up, leather covered fingers wrapping around the object just as he zoomed overhead of the stands. Draco let out a breath of relief and held it up tiredly, rubbing off the water soaking his face once more.

Madam Hooch blew the whistle, all game play ceasing and everyone realizing what he had held up. More muffled applause rung out as all the professors in their section stood, looking around anxiously for Harry Potter.

The team swarmed Draco who started coughing from the momentary affect of the dementor, Rose smiled as she reached him with a momentarily glance before looking up.

"What happened to Potter?" Adrian asked.

"He's falling" Rose mumbled, gazing at Harry's far off figure high above.

Theo casted his eyes up with a squint, "I don't think he has his broom—no definitely doesn't" He laughed after as the applause ceased with the crowd realizing what was happened with screams, Theo happily wishing to see Harry turn into a pancake on the ground.

Draco sided eyed Rose who found zero humor as the rest of the team, "Rosie don't you—"

She took off on instinct from saving Harry's life so many times, flying up only a few feet before Harry crashed into her arms so forcefully it pushed her down.

"Fuck sake" Rose winced at the impact, wobbly heading toward the ground and dropped her bat to cradle the passed out boy, straddling the broom with her thighs. "I'm going to regret this so much"

Both teams flew after them, Dumbledore apparating himself and Mcngongall next to Madam Hooch in the center of the field. As Rose started to land Mcgongall immediately reached out to help her stay steady, the Professor gasping as Rose tossed Harry onto the grass with a thud.

"Are you alright?" Dumbledore questioned Rose as he bent down to Harry with Madam Hooch.

"Oh I'm—" She was cut off by another wince as she swung off the broom and tumbled into Mcgongall.

"What do you think you are? The hulk?!" Mcgongall yelled at her worriedly and brought the girl into her steady arms.

"What the fuck is a hulk Minnie?!" Rose yelled as she leaned into the Professor, "I can't help my year of Gryffindor pride has stayed around!"

"It's a—" Mcgongall stopped herself with a heavy sigh, "Take deep breaths honey"

Rose pushed away from Mcgongall as the boys landed, getting surround with shouts of protest at her actions.

"Shut the fuck up you lot of stupid idiots!"

Theo dropped his broom and grabbed onto her shoulder, "What hurts?"

"Oh I don't know Teddy maybe my head my arms my ribs my legs—obviously everything!"

"Snappy this one" Blaise pointed with his thumb.

"I'm going to kill you!" Rose went to pounce of him but was stopped by Theo.

"No murdering Blaise, baby"

She groaned and straightened up, pushing the pain away as it started to subside in time to watch Dumbledore carrying Harry off the field.

Madam Hooch waited until they had disappeared before signaling the teams in closer so they could hear her amongst the storm.

Everyone huddled on opposite sides, Wood immediately protesting. "They need to throw the match! That was completely unfair!"

"Oh screw yourself Wood" Draco spat, "Not my fault Potters a bloody idiot with awful eye sight"

"Enough!" Hooch yelled at them as the two teams started yelling back and forth, "The match cannot be called, Slytherin wins!"

Rose sighed in between Theo and Blaise as the boys started an all out match of taunting about Gryffindor losing, getting in eachothers faces with shoves and all as Madam Hooch and Mcgonall stood with a bored looks.

"Draco," Theo called and tugged the boy back, "Ro's hurt—come on"

Cormac yelled at them with a hoarse voice, "Yeah go take care of the team slut! Maybe I can help when you're done passing her around!"

In perfect synchronization the Slytherin team paused, Draco and Theo's heads turning at the same time.

"What did you say?" Theo and Draco snapped together.

Blaise went to step forward but Rose pulled him back with a giggle, "Oh don't you dare join—I need to see my boyfriends beat his arse"

"I said let me know when your done passing around your slut!"

Theo rolled his tongue inside of his cheek, sharing a glance with Draco before bringing his bat up—quite literally smacking Cormac upside the head so hard the boy fell to the ground.

Rose erupted into laughter as she covered her mouth, Theo's bat being tossed to the side as Draco's fist landed on Cormac's face and Theo joined him right after.

"Beat his arse!" Rose cheered until Blaise covered her mouth as Madam Hooch started screaming at them to get off.

"You're not helping" He paused before focusing on the boys as he heard a bone snap, "But yeah—beat his arse!"

It didn't take long for their fists to get bloody and more professors to rush down, Theo and Draco getting ripped away by the staff of Hogwarts and their teammates.

Struggling in the hold of Snape and Lupin, Theo yelled as Hooch crouched down to Cormac. "I'll kill you Mclaggen!"

Rose smiled dreamily like the happiest woman on earth until Lupin glanced over at her, smile dropping and face turning away.

"Minvera" Snape began, angrily pulling Theo back with all the strength he had. "We have to apparate him—I can't hold him"

"Go on" The head of Gryffindor muttered in horror at the bloodied up Cormac who was unmoving with teammates crouching around. With a loud crack Snape and Lupin disappeared, holding tightly onto a manic Theo.

Draco on the other hand played it smart, calming down in the hold of his three fellow players. "Let go of me you imbeciles!" He spat and tugged away finally. Mcgonagall went to block his path but he protested with a respectful voice, "I'm perfectly calm"

"Very well" The Professor stepped aside, "Everyone go get changed!"

Draco immediately went to go around the Professor in a rush, planning on completing Theo's plan of murdering the boy.

A voice with a whimper of pain stopped him, "Draco please!"

The blonde paused in place as Marcus went to pull him back, breathing heavily while his gaze fell onto Rose who was clutching her arm.

"Please come help me"

She had to do something or he would be off to Azkaban.

Draco looked back and forth between her and Cormac before angrily tearing himself away from Marcus and walking over to Rose, her eyes widening as he scooped her up while muttering curse words.

She looked over his shoulder with a shrug at Blaise who was laughing to himself, mentality communicating without words.

Well, that worked.

*

When they got back to the locker room Rose had taken her medicine and laid down on a bench as she waited for the healing potion Whitman gave her to work after stripping all the quidditch wear except the sweater off. Within the mind numbing thirty minutes that consisted of all the boys showering and leaving, Rose picked at her nails boredly until the last person was gone.

Except Draco who had just gotten back in after being pulled out by Snape for a conversation.

Walking in, he didn't spare he a glance as he opened up a locker.

Rose sat up, "Why have you been ignoring me since we got in here?"

Silence.

"Draco"

His head snapped around to her, "Leave me alone"

Rose scoffed and straightened up, "Excuse me? What did I do wrong here?"

Draco's face stayed tense as he started sliding off the leather quidditch gear, Rose watching him annoyedly as he took off the cloak which left him in just the sweater like herself.

When he went to walk away she lost it, "Draco what the fuck?! Everything has been good between us?"

His eyes shut momentarily, voice coming out exasperated. "I can't keep watching you do this"

"Do what exactly?"

"Hurting yourself for the sake of others!" Draco pointed to himself, "It hurts me Rosie—hurts me"

She laughed dryly and stood up, "So that's what it's about. Here we go with you being angry about Harry!"

Draco blinked in bafflement before yelling, "No I'm mad that every single year you find a way to almost die because of him. I'm mad that you have to be friends with some girl who puts your life and mental stability at risk. I'm mad that even though stupid Potter was physically aggressive to you that you still flew out there to save him! It could've knocked you off and you would've died!"

"What did they ever do to you? Nothing!" Rose spat before turning on her heel and heading for the exit.

Draco huffed before going after her as the door slammed, stepping out into the tunnel, having to raise his voice to be heard over the rain pounding on the thin wood above. "It's what they've done to you!"

Rose kept walking, "No it's because you're a prejudiced cunt!"

"That's not why I don't want them in your life!"

"Stop following me!" Rose waved him off and stepped out from the tunnel, into the rain.

"Rosie—get back under here or you'll freeze" Draco begged at the edge of the tunnel.

"No!" Rose turned to him, "I'm not having this conversation!"

"I never wanted them in your life because I knew what it would cause you!" Draco stepped out and grasped onto her arms, "Has it ever occurred to you that I don't care about blood status, rules, society or anything. That when it comes to you I don't give a shit—I only ever wanted you to be safe!"

Rose breathed heavily, blinking to make the rain drops fall off her eyelashes. "I—I care about Hermione and Harry!"

"Well I don't!" Draco pleaded desperately, grabbing onto her cheeks as he closed the distance. "I only care about what happens to you!"

She took a few deep breaths, letting silence pass by. "I hate you for being so selfish Draco" Rose stated unsteadily.

"And I hate you for being so damn selfless"

Breathlessly, she slid her hands atop his. "So we're clear then?"

Draco eyes fell to her lips before trailing back up to her eyes, "Clear as ever"

"Good" She murmured, repeating his actions.

"Yeah—good" He pushed out with a deep breath before bringing his lips down to hers.

Rose stiffened in shock, his lips were touching hers—Draco's lips were really touching hers.

He pulled back at her stillness with parted lips, chest brushing as his hands tightened. Rose slid her palms off of his as she raised onto the tips of her toes, grasping onto his flushed face and brushing their lips together in the most electrifying way.

Draco only got to take one breath of shock before she was the one initiating the kiss, her mouth pressing against his with a gentleness he had not known of. Without hesitation Draco kissed her back softer than he had ever done anything in his life, bringing her chest flush against his and daming them both down a path they had yearned for their entire lives.

Suddenly the rain pounding down onto them disappeared, the thunder rumbling went quiet, and all that existed was them together. Each part fitting so perfectly it seemed as if someone had sculpted Rose and Draco for one another.

Seconds, minutes, time turned into a conspiracy as her fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck and their mouths explored one another.

There were no instructions needed, knowing what the other wanted without a single word.

Slowly, Draco's hand weaved through her hair as the rain kept coming. What was soft turned into more as his hold tightened there, their foreheads pressing together with relentless passion as their hearts beated unbearably fast.

Long forgotten was the fact they were outside of the quidditch field in what would be recorded as one of the worsts storms of the year. Neither capable of feeling anything on their skin or minds  other than each other.

Draco deepens, and deepens the kiss until Rose let out a melodic moan—setting her on fire in the most literal sense. As if desperate to explore every inch of each other, their hands roam as they alternate between rough and tenderness, finding their most perfect middle ground with stops of agonizing smiles filled full of happiness before returning back to lustrous passion.

Years and years and years of denying, there they were.

Who knows how long it was until they pulled away, but when they did Draco's hands moved out of her hair and down her cheekbones as his forehead laid against her own, lips throbbing from the intensity of which they had just kissed.

Rose was sure she he had never looked more beautiful, wet strands of white on his forehead, blown pupils, flushed cheeks, and the brightest smile in the universe.

"You're freezing" He mumbled the best he could before hungrily pressing his lips back to hers, unable to control himself. "You'll catch a cold"

She responded against his lips, sounding more ragged than ever. "So warm me up then"

His breath caught, staring into her eyes for a moment.

"Are—are you sure?" He breathed out, her mouth suddenly moving back against his as a form of consent. Of course he gave in, wrapping an arm around her back and holding her ever so tightly against himself.

They couldn't stop.

Both too giddy about the fact that were actually kissing.

Draco forced himself back, refusing to look at her face for a moment longer because they would never move if he did. Immediately he wrapped his fingers around her wrist, dragging her back in through the tunnel and into the locker room.

As soon as the door shut Rose tugged him forward, pressing their lips together. With urgency they started to leave a trail of shoes, socks, the left over gear Draco had on his arms, all tossed down in between their kisses as they moved back and back toward the showers.

When they neared the row of empty porcelain showers, Rose dragged herself away and tossed the sweater over his head instantly. She went to do the same to herself, finger tips only grazing the soft material before Draco stopped her.

He grasped onto her hips, pushing her against the tiled wall of the shower, his knee sliding between her legs as he rested a hand by her head—the other keeping her hips pinned down as he hovered his face over her own.

"No" He murmured as her breath hitched, fingers trailing under the sweater to ghost her with a chill from his burning touch against her icy skin. "I want to savor every part of this" He brought his lips down to her own, brushing them teasingly as his hand slid back down to hook in the top of her pants. "I want to be the one to take these off of you"

"Please" Rose begged, mouth parted and heavily breathily as she closed her eyes, fingers running down his bare arms.

Draco kissed the corner of her mouth with the most loving touch, "Are you still sure?"

"Draco" Rose panted and started undoing the button of his pants, "If you don't take it off I'll rip the sweater myself"

His lips turned up at her impatient attitude sticking around before sliding his hands up on her waist, slipping the sweater off with ease and tossing it away.

Draco looked at her with nothing but admiration, gripping her hip and grasping her cheek as the coldness of his signet ring pressed against her skin. "You are so very beautiful mon sauveur"

That damn French would be the death of her.

As her eyes raked his scarred chest and her fingers ran down, she could only mirror his adoration. He looked like he belonged in a museum of the Greek gods, something so ethereal and mythical that he couldn't be real.

And she felt safe, really safe.

Rose undid the zipper of his pants as Draco traced over her breasts that were spilling out of by lace, everything seeming so raw and intense as he mumbled praises against her lips.

She couldn't handle it, his fingers teasingly lining the edge of the lace bra and his teeth grazing her bottom lip—Rose bucked her hips against his knee.

Draco ceased his teasing and tracing over her body, pinning her hip down roughly as his other hand slid behind her back to the clasp. "You never learned how to be patient"

His knee pushed harsher there, Rose pressing against it with a whimper. "Draco"

He shushed her, slowly undoing the clasp and keeping up the agonizing pace as he started to slide the straps down.

This time he moved his knee against her, edging her on. "I'm going to take care of you,"

Rose let out a muffled moan, tipping her head back. With a groan at the sight, Draco had a switch flip in himself, wrapping a hand around her neck as he started to kiss there like a starving man—the other reaching down to her breast and kneading.

With the most agonizing pace ever, Draco slowly—so slowly started trailing his lips down her body with marks staying in his wake. He needed to explore every inch, memorize it and keep the image in his brain forever. As he got down to her breasts he took the right one in his mouth, massaging the other in a way that had Rose unashamedly moaning his name.

Then he took to the left one, leaving Rose to want nothing more than to force him up and force him to do unimaginable things but she found it impossible—enjoying everything he was doing too much.

He smiled against her stomach as she whimpered again before resuming his mixture of soft kisses and rough biting that had her dying, all of which were surely painting her with bruises.

Carefully, he undid her pants, sliding them down and reveling in the lace that left little to the imagination. He pushed her thighs apart and groaned against her skin as Rose tugged on the roots of his hair.

Draco's fingers wrapped around the top of her thighs possessively, peering up at Rose and making her melt on the spot as his lips moved all the way up until they were against the lace underwear.

Rose let her head fall back once more, pulling roughly on the white locks again with a moan that made him rest his forehead against her stomach.

After collecting himself, Draco's roaming hands stayed possessive, following after his lips that moved up and up until reaching her own.

Rose tilted her head up to him, eyes rolling back when he pressed their bodies together and took her bottom lip between his teeth as his hands grasped her face.

Painfully, he dragged her lip out before smashing their mouths back together. Rose pulling on the roots of his hair which parted his mouth enough for her to slip her tongue in.

They kissed fervently with desperation, his hands holding her so tightly as if she would disappear and a low groan leaving him with her pressing up against his dick.

Rose reached down and urgently started pulling his pants and underwear off. Draco helped her, moving with each motion and stepping out of the clothes without every letting their mouths separate.

She wanted to see him but couldn't bring herself to tear their lips apart, it felt too much like pure ecstasy.

But she could feel every part of him as he stepped out of the last piece of cloth and his tip came pressing up against her clit through the lace. With a soft moan she wrapped a hand around his dick, Draco moaning loudly into her mouth and slamming her back against the wall harshly.

In an instant his fingers were on the side of her hips, twisting the lace band and then lost in the pleasure of her starting to stroke him tortuously slow, Draco ripped the under apart and off.

The lace fell to the ground in pieces and Rose gasped.

His hand moved around the top of her throat, pushing her up higher so he could explore every inch of her mouth as the other weaved through her hair.

He was kissing her, touching her, holding her like he would never get to again and it made Rose feel like she was floating.

Draco.

Blindly, Rose forced herself to let go of his dick and groaned as she searched for the shower nozzle. After a few futile attempts she latched onto cold silver, turning the water on and making it hit them like a sudden rainfall of burning warmth.

Draco took advantage of her momentary distraction, wrapping his arms around her and spinning her around to be flush against his chest as he turned them to face the shower head.

Rose gasped at the fluid movement but mostly because of the length of him pressing tightly against her.

Draco trailed one hand down her stomach, the other tilting her head up as she dropped it back onto his shoulder with water hitting them. "You feel that? That's how you make me feel"

Her mouth parted, looking up at him pleadingly as he traced her lips before hooking a finger in her mouth.

"Fuck" He shuddered under his breath as she sucked on it, Rose groaning at his dick throbbing against her.

Draco brought the finger out, tangling his hand in her hair and pulling her head further to the side as his tongue flicked out against her neck.

In need of something to keep her knees from buckling, Rose reached behind and grasped his hip just as his fingers slipped between her legs.

The cold metal of his rings made her jolt as he found her clit immediately, a choked moan leaving Rose as he tinted her neck with hues of purple.

Her hand not holding onto him reached forward, planting on the cold tile for more support as her head fell further back.

Draco took his hand out of her hair, reveling in the sounds she made as his fingers toyed with her clit. Ever so slowly he peaked up from her neck, hazy eyes filled with lust spotting her nails digging against the tile.

She shuddered as Draco slid his fingers down her arm with sparks going off, intertwining their fingers and keeping the firm hold on the shower wall just as he pressed two fingers inside of her.

"Draco—fuck" Rose whimpered, only driving her further into madness as he slowly dragged himself out before pushing back in, her pushing back against his dick.

He was relentless and somehow amazing, bringing his thumb to her clit and circling there as his fingers worked her into a moaning mess with her nails digging into his hip.

When it got to the point where Rose was practically collapsed against his chest, Draco tightened his fingers that were wrapped with her own. Pressing himself so harsh against her that their hands were painfully pushing against the tile, bringing her earlobe in between his teeth with a hoarse voice.

"You're mine Rosie....say you're mine"

Even if for one night. Lie to me.

She could barely breath from the edge he was tipping her over or think properly, moaning desperately with failure to collect herself.

Finally, she managed and meant every word.

"I'm yours—I'm yours Draco"

The sentence felt like the highest version of heaven, his soul calming.

He growled lowly as his dick finally pushed in between her legs, sliding over the wetness and against his fingers.

Releasing her ear, Rose dropped back onto his shoulder, their half lidded gaze meeting before Draco covered her mouth with his own, letting out the deepest moan she had ever heard.

He pulled back after a moment, refusing to not be able to hear the sounds she made. Mumbling against her lips as she clenched and unclenched around his fingers, "I love the way I can feel you tighten around my fingers..almost like you're begging for it"

That cocky attitude.

But she was in fact begging for it, only muttering a string a curse words as she felt her climax approach with his cold rings and fingers brushing over everything, his lips returning to her neck feverishly.

"Draco I'm going—" Her words trailed off as her hands tried to slip off the wall but he kept it pinned, one last curls of his fingers sending her over the edge. Her entire body tensed as she started to repeatedly say his name like a sworn prayer, eyes screwing shut and her cunt clenching around Draco's fingers as he tried to drag out her release.

"Whose making you feel like this?" Draco groaned against her ear, "Whose making you come?"

"You—" Rose gasped out as she came, "You Draco"

He let out a pleased, strangled noise. Continuing he kissed, sucked, bit, at her skin until she had said his name so many times he was sure it would never be able to leave his mind even with an oblivate.

Once her body finally relaxed and legs slightly trembled, words stopping and eyes fluttering open—Draco eased his fingers out.

"Fuck—Merlin..." Rose mumbled as she looked up at him, forever grateful for the strong arm he slid around her waist to keep her upright.

"Love, I don't think Merlin wants to hear his name called right now" Draco teased breathlessly.

Love. Love. Love.

Rose gave him a fucked out smile as she slid a hand up to his cheek and pressed their lips together, she was far from done with him.

Draco wrapped his hand around her throat but not roughly—gently to pull her further up to his height. Soft moans emitted from his lips as she pulled his head down further at the same time.

It wasn't long until Draco's hold tightened and he flipped them around, pushing her back against the wall.

Rose lifted her leg up, hooking it around his waist and attempting to pull him forward but was stopped by his retaliation.

She pulled away from the kiss with puffy lips to match his own, her thumb soothing down his face. "What's wrong?"

His hand rested by her head on the wall breathlessly, "I don't want you to feel like you have to do anything"

"Draco," She smiled at him with lustful eyes, "Come here love"

Oh, she knew what that damn word would do to him.

Draco grabbed onto her hips, his forehead dropping against hers as he closed the distance—both moaning in sync as his dick slid over her cunt.

He shuddered with ragged breathing, fingers trialing down her chest in admiration as her hips bucked against him in a way that had the boy throbbing.

"Rosie,"

"Hm?" She questioned, biting down on her lip to conceal ungodly sounds as his dick easily slid back over her.

"Not here," He moaned, keeping his lips away with the knowledge he wouldn't be able to stop. "You deserve better than here"

She dropped her leg from around his waist, much to his displeasure. Rose leaned up on the tip of her toes, grasping his chin as her tongue flicked over his lips—his eyes rolling back.

"Let me make you feel good"

He nodded desperately, Rose taking his lips inbetween her teeth before speaking again.

"Words Draco"

"Please," He begged, hands grabbing onto her waist with that same possessive touch.

Rose smirked, pushing his face up as he attempted to kiss her. He let out a groan at the refusal, which quickly turning into his breath hitching as her lips pressed to his neck and her fingers wrapped around his dick.

Her thumb moved over his tip, swiping the precum away as the water rained down onto his scarred back. "Rosie....Rosie" He gritted out as she started stroking him with her lips moving down his chest, marking him up with shades of purple in the same way he had done to her.

Her hand around his neck pushed his head up further, nails pressing in as she slowly started sinking to her knees with a wake of bruises left down his stomach as Draco let out breathy moans.

For a moment Rose's breath hitched at his size, not too sure how she would fit him in her mouth but she had done it once with someone just as big—giving her courage.

Once she was fully down on her knees, Rose peered up at him, his hand on the tile pushing in on the unmovable surface as the other pushed back her wet strands of hair—the adams apple of his throat visibly bobbing.

She slowed down her strokes, slowly bringing her mouth to his tip and swiping her tongue over it. Draco's mouth fell agape, breath stopping as his muscles relaxed and rolled back.

He bit down on his lip hard enough to draw blood, trying to not lose his mind as she kept their eye contact, her tongue moving from the tip to the base repeatedly.

Draco's fingers tightened in her hair, the muscles across his stomach involuntarily flexing from what she doing to him.

Then Rose grasped onto his hip, slowly guiding his dick into her waiting mouth. Any control Draco had went away, throwing his head back at the warmth and her tongue running flat against his length with a moan that vibrated against him.

He groaned loudly, fighting the urge to shove her head down. Rose dug her nails deeper into his skin, slowly but surely taking him deeper and deeper until all of him was in her mouth.

Her other hand wrapped around his thigh for balance as she slowly pulled back, Draco's head falling back to her with a gasp before he grunted out praise.

"That's my girl"

Her eyes rolled back as she started moving her head, getting pleasure from her name beginning to roll off his tongue.

Draco forced her to look at him by her hair as she picked up her pace, his hips bucking against her.

"I can't get enough of you" He groaned, letting his head hang with a mutters of praise coming out after.

She started to going quicker and kept taking him further and further each time with hallowed cheeks until he was a mess of moans mixed with gasps.

Rose gagged around him as he repeatedly hit the back of her throat but didn't stop even as her eyes filled with watery tears.

Draco didn't know how many times he had said her name until he was able to unscrew his eyes and look at her, trying to pull her to a stop as he noticed the tears. "Slow down Rosie. I—I can't hurt you"

She didn't listen.

Only went faster and dug her nails in so deep that she pierced his skin.

Draco's head tipped back, but with a whimper this time as he started bucking his hips to help her desperately. "Fuck..." He lowly whimpered again, gripping onto her hair so tight she moaned. "You take me so so well"

Yeah, she was done for.

Now she knew she would do anything to have him this way again.

A few more thrust of his hips and her taking every inch of him, his muscles tensed and his dick twitched in her mouth. "Rosie" He panted, "I'm gonna cum"

He tried to pull out of her mouth, not expecting her to swallow anything. But Rose gripped his hip and thigh tightener, letting him hit the back of her throat one last time before he came. Draco's mouth fell open, holding on tightly to her as his eyes screwed shut and he moaned out her name.

When he finished, Rose eased him out of her mouth and earned a low hiss from Draco in response. She swiped her thumb over her lips, getting the bit that spilled and sucking it clean.

Panting, Draco reached down and tugged her up to himself. He grabbed onto her hips as his forehead dropped against her own, both weakly attempting to catch their breath.

"You did so so good" Draco breathed out.

"Yeah" Rose stated shakily, holding onto him for balance. "I think I have lockjaw"

Draco's lips tiredly moved up, Rose following suit before laughing breathily. He joined her in the melodic sound, both beginning to smile like lovesick fools. 

"I'm liable to fall over soon" Rose mumbled.

"I'll hold you up" Draco replied as their noses brushed. Rose began giggling, bringing that warmth to his chest before he pressed their lips together gently.

Home. Home. Home.

She smiled into their kiss with giddiness, Draco doing the same and soothing the skin over her cheekbones after as he pulled back.

It was like their impenetrable walls had let down, soft faces and soft gazes meeting as the warm water hit Draco's back.

"You know," Rose began, sweetly sliding her hands over his sides. "We never closed that curtain"

He side eyed the open side of the shower, "Best be glad no one walked in"

Rose giggled again, a devious look on her face. "Imagine Snape walked in"

Draco's face fell, blinking at her.

"I thought it was funny" She tipped her head back with laughter before tapping his nose, "We need to shower"

"Do your little accio thing"

"Oh it's already on the way" Just as she finished speaking, Rose reached her hand out and caught the painted shower caddy.

Draco stared at the miniature fairies painted, "What.....the fuck did you paint on there?"

"Luna did it" Rose smiled widely, pushing it towards his chest. "Isn't it precious?"

Draco grimaced before rolling his eyes and pecking her forehead, "Get in front of me"

"Draco I can take care of myself" Rose scoffed as she circled around to let the water hit her face.

"Shut up" Draco demanded with a teasing tone, setting the caddy on the ledge and grabbing shampoo out.

"I don't need to be coddled—" She started to protest but then Draco's hands moved onto her head, beginning to massage shampoo into her hair. An involuntary sigh of pleasure escaped her at the feeling, somehow this felt more intimate than anything.

Draco smiled at her giving in and once he finished, he placed a lingering kiss down onto her shoulder blade before switching places. The water now hit his back and he rinsed her hair until every bit of soap fell down the drain.

His eyes traced over her relaxed face and closed eyes as he grabbed some conditioner, "You look peaceful" He muttered.

"I am" Rose mumbled back, sighing as he worked the product into her hair.

After, he rinsed his hands off with the knowledge she would need time for the conditioner to seep in—it wasn't his first time doing this to her. As his head lifted when the last clump of condition ran off his hands, he was met with Rose intently looking at him, only having a moment before she wrapped her arms around his waist.

Draco sighed heavily, slowly wrapping her up in his arms and rubbing her back tenderly. She wanted to cry, not because she regretted anything or felt bad but because he was holding her again and she was so scared of the feeling of losing him all over.

He moved them back slightly so the stream wouldn't hit her, Rose lifting her head up to peer at him. Draco's brows furrowed at her glossy eyes, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing"

"Rosie"

She leaned up, pecking his lips.

Draco eyes fluttered as his hand slid up her spine, "Talk to me"

"I—" She shrugged, "I just don't want to lose you again"

His face contorted with pain as he hugged her tighter, "You're not ever losing me—you understand?"

She nodded quickly and kissed his chin before pulling away to grab the shampoo, "Your turn"

"Rosie we can talk about it"

"Shut up Mister Malfoy" She teased with a grin, pushing up on her toes as she slapped the shampoo onto his hair.

He scowled at her, sending Rose into a fit of laughter before she started massaging the product in. Ever so slowly Draco closed his eyes with twitching lips, he had been so touched starved and now the only person he wanted to touch him was doing so in the gentlest of ways.

His gaze opened back up as she started rinsing it out, biting her lip in concentration with his hands relaxed on her hips.

Beautiful.

Then she started putting the conditioner in, smiling as she did so. "Gotta make it soft"

"You're a mess Rosie" He murmured, biting down a smile.

"A perfect mess thank you very much"

"The best damn one" He spoke with a shit eating grin before pushing in on her back, bringing their lips together.

He started trailing kisses down her face, making Rose flush and giggle quietly until he spun her back under the water and started rinsing out her hair.

"Can I hire you as my personal hair washer?" Rose sighed, groaning as he tugged on her roots.

Draco hummed, "I suppose we can do an even trade"

"Perfect" Rose smirked happily, "Now wash me up Malfoy"

Draco rolled his eyes and reached for the soap, "Oh I'm going to Miss Black"

*

When they finished and dried off, Rose slipped on black tights and plain long sleeve black shirt to match before going back to the shower to grab the tore underwear.

Draco sat on the bench, smirking when she came into view and tossed the lace into the trash can.

"Those were expensive Draco" She raised a inquisitive brow, crossing her arms. "I mean custom fitting type of expensive"

"Yeah?" He rubbed his chin, "Tell me where to get them and I'll buy you every color"

Rose feigned flattery, "Oh you spoil me rotten Mister Malfoy"

"Haven't I always?"

Her face fell, muttering in defeat at the fact he was right. "Yeah"

"I'd curse myself if I didn't," He boasted, looking oddly at her as she pulled a pocket watch from her locker with a hidden smile at his words.

"Well the party started a while ago"

"Is that....a pocket watch? What are you?" Draco raised a brow of confusion, "A pirate?"

Rose grinned with a muffled laugh, tossing the watch back into the metal locker. "Maybe so"

Draco hung his head with laughter, rubbing a hand over his face. "You are so very weird"

"Mhm and you love it" She teased and started sliding on the doc martens, "Let me put these on and we can go"

After tying the last one she turned to him and slammed the locker shut, "Come on"

Draco tilted his head at the tight black clothing, sliding his hands over his knees. "You look like a little assassin"

Rose choke on a laugh, "Assassin?"

"Yeah" He smiled dreamily, "It's hot"

She flushed, "Shut up before I drop kick you"

Draco stood, signaling her over with a curl of his fingers. "Come here"

Rose walked teasingly slow towards him, making Draco groan with impatience to touch her again before she suddenly slung her arms around his neck.

He grunted at the force, lifting her up and spinning them around as she buried her smiling face into his neck.

It was the most electrifying feeling to be held by Draco Malfoy, she was sure of it.

The trek back up to the school was long and harsh from the worsened storm but they had used Draco's wand to cast an invisible umbrella of the sorts, him trying to keep himself together as she started making the most out of pocket jokes about his family signet ring going places it didn't belong.

Once arriving outside the Slytherin common room the sound of music was muffled but loud in the corridor, just as they went to mutter the password Blaise and Whitman stepped out.

The latter was very drunk as he grasped onto Rose's cheeks with an exhale, "We couldn't wait any longer—I had come find you"

Her eyes grew at his intoxication, "Well I'm fine love"

Blaise gasped loudly and covered his mouth as he spotted the markings on Rose and Draco's necks, gaining everyone's attention. "Whitman! Whitman go to Theo right now"

"Huh?" Whitman questioned with a slur, "Why?"

"Just do it!"

Whitman groaned and pecked Rose's lips before dragging himself back through the portrait, Blaise and Draco's mouths falling open as Rose stood stunned.

"Did he just kiss you?" Draco gawked, "Why the hell would Whit kiss you?"

Rose gulped, reaching her fingers up to touch where he left a tingling feeling. Blaise on the other hand had heard everything from Rose, straightening up quickly and grasping only Draco to make sure the fact she had kissed Whitman twice didn't come out.

"Let me use a spell to cover these hickeys,"

"I can do it Blaise" Draco muttered and tried to push him off.

"No!" He rushed out, pushing Draco's head to the side and pulling out his wand. "Theo knows you stayed back with Rose and if he sees your neck he'll go cry about her"

"Hey!" Rose attested and covered her neck with a hand, "I'm standing right here and Theo has no reason to cry!"

Both boys rolled their eyes at her obliviousness, Blaise starting to tap Draco's neck with the tip of his wooden wand.

Draco grunted at the sting of the bruises healing, swatting Blaise away when he finished.

With a sigh Rose brushed her hair back and let Blaise start on her, "Why did you send Whitman away?"

Draco slid his hands into his pockets curiously, smirking when Rose groaned at the sting. "Yeah why did you do that?"

"You're both fucking idiots," Blaise laughed and ran his fingers through her wet hair to calm it, "I love you guys but he's our best friend and you can't see how he feels—it's saddening"

"Whit and Rosie?" Draco scoffed, "He let go of that a long time ago"

Rose gasped and her eyes grew wide again, slowly starting to look between Draco and Blaise. "A long time ago? When did he even feel that way about me to begin with?!" She gasped again, "I'm the one that let that go a long time ago!"

Blaise stood back with a thoughtful look, "You know I'm quite offended that you fell in love with all of your best friends except me at a young age—was I not perfect enough?"

Rose opened and closed her mouth, reeling in shock that there was ever a time when Whitman felt a certain way about her.

"Blaise I will literally kill you if you put any thoughts in her head"

"Sooo....." Blaise dragged out, ignoring Draco. "How was the love making?"

This snapped Rose and Draco's head to him, both scowling and pushing him away as they started for the portrait.

Blaise grinned, slipping his hand into Rose's as they stepped into the filled common room which had blasting music. "Where's my Theo?" She questioned.

"He's been put on lockdown in the room until tomorrow so he doesn't try anything insane—Snape casted a spell on it"

Rose giggled, grabbing Draco's arm and forcefully tugging him forward. They waded their way through the crowd and up the steps to their shared dormitory until reaching the door. The faint sound of Starman by Bowie coming out as Whitman leaned on the wood with hums and closed eyes.

"Whit?" Rose laughed and tore herself away from the boys to grab him, "Why didn't you go in the room?"

"Got too tired love," He shrugged and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, shooting a sudden glare at Draco and Blaise. "You two stay away from her"

Rose choked on a laugh and tugged him into the room, laughter growing at Theo who sat on the floor in front of the record player with something green quickly flashing ontop of the spinning record.

She guided Whitman down into the floor next to Theo, he sighed happily and started humming the song again.

"Teddy" Rose spoke and bent down behind Theo, pushing his curls away and tilting his head back to her. "What are you doing?"

He gestured toward Bowie who was spinning on the record and moving his green hands around to the beat of the music, "Did you know Bowie likes being spun around?"

Rose dropped her head down onto his shoulder with giggles of shock, slipping her arms around his neck with a light being turned on that he only had the capability to do to her. "I missed you"

"I missed you so much—I have awful separation anxiety" Theo breathed out and grasped her hands, Blaise and Draco staring horrified at the Bowtruckle who kept spinning and spinning as they sat on Theo's bed.

"Bowie and Bowie are so talented" Whitman slurred out.

"Should we save the little guy? Shouldn't Bowie be sick?" Draco wondered aloud.

Blaise shrugged and slung his arm around Draco, grabbing a bottle of whiskey off the floor. "Eh—he looks like he's having fun"

"So...I heard you're on lockdown" Rose whispered in Theo's ear as she rested her chin on his shoulder.

"Yeah but it gives me time to plot murder"

She laughed before he shot her a blank look, making Rose stop and splutter. "You—you're serious?"

"No one is aloud to mess with you" He scoffed and pulled her closer.

Whitman tipped his head back to her, "Ro—your part is coming"

"Oh no," She mumbled in a playful tone, taking one arm off Theo to wrap it around Whitman. Both boys smiled happily, Rose calling back at Blaise who cheered.

Then all of Draco's friends started singing the chorus of Starman loudly, him shaking his head with laughter as he uncorked the bottle of whiskey with Blaise using the hold on Draco's shoulders to make him move to the lyrics.

They were happy. Really happy.

And they all had each other.

That was the only thing that really mattered.

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A/N: they are all so found family that it makes me want to ugly SOB when they are having cute moments

—okay but Hermione and Rosie are killing ME

—it's so funny to me that i accidentally started writing super detailed smut every time now...SOS

—IDEC ABOUT THE SMUT....THEM KISSING>

—everyone just bow to Theo. just do it.

—one of you guys asked to make a template for shifting scripts so I'm going to do that and just put it on my linktree 🥰

—also the playlist are close to finished but if there any songs for certain pairing you think i should add TELL ME I BEG

—any bets on the next chapter?🤭

—WHITMAN KISSING HER CASUALLY? WHEEZING and then him being like "stay away from her" like excuse me sir?

-I'd say I'm a Cho Chang apologist but she has nothing to apologize for

missed u all mwah

MEME TIME:

me every time I start writing:

Hermione walking back into the rain without her umbrella after the fight:

when you realize Theo and Rose are both equally capable of making the other happy no matter what's going on in their lives:

Us when Theo actually slays quidditch with his little bat:

Hannah Abbott when she realized Rose aimed the bludger straight at her:

Rose and Cho having each others backs as the prettiest mean girls at Hogwarts:

Cho proudly watching the mess she helped create:

Theo watching Harry fall from the sky:

Rose watching Theo and Draco beat up someone who talked about her for the millionth time of her life:

When Draco and Rose kissed:

Rose when Draco breathed:

All of us after reading what happened with Draco:

You all to me after realizing how Theo's going to feel because Rose literally cannot keep secrets from him:

Theo sitting in the dorm with Bowie as he plans murder:

realizing the group is the definition of found family:

xx bri <3