The Light of Your Darkness
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Chapter 3: The Monthly Cycle and Disappearance of Harry Potter
The sunlight shined in through the windows of the master bedroom in Prince Manor. The bright rays illuminated the pale face of a sleeping girl. Her shocking black hair covered her face from view but unfortunately not efficiently enough to block the light from reaching her eyes. This was the cause of her dazzling emeralds to slowly open bleary and still shrouded in sleep.
Yawning widely, the girl tried to unsuccessfully fall back unconscious but her lower abdomen didn't seem to want to cooperate with her insistent mind. Sharp pulsing pains were waving over her, causing nausea to swiftly consume her body. Quickly, she threw the blankets off her and rushed over to the toilet. Managing to just barely throw the seat up in time before the contents of last nights late dinner came out in various forms of repulsive puke.
This was actually very relieving to her body and the nausea eased off her a bit. She made sure she got all of it out though before she flushed the toilet. She promptly lifted her night gown up first, and lowered her knickers before taking a seat. She closed her eyes as she relieved herself, sighing with reprieve before finishing up and opening her eyes once more.
"What the hell?" Rosalie whispered, horrified at the sight that came into view. As she reached down to pull her knickers back on, her eyes caught the view of bright red blood. It was soaked deeply into her cotton underwear. That was the last thing she saw as her vision went black and she fell forward, landing roughly on the ground.
"Mistress please wake up." Mika's terrified voice entered her small ears, Rosalie's eyelids fluttered open confusedly, what happened? "Mistress you is awake!"
That's when it all came back to her and she hurriedly bent her head over her bed and threw up what was left in her stomach. The image of bright red blood was still clear in her mind. Mika didn't even get a chance to summon a bucket so the puke just splattered onto the carpeted floor but it was quickly cleaned up by the house-elf.
"Ugh, am I dying?" Rosalie asked confused, laying back against her many pillows. A low chuckle came from over in one of the corners, Rosalie's quick eyes easily found the source. Snape. "I don't find this situation humorous in the slightest, Snape."
"No Potter?" Snape smirked lightly, his humor evident in his eyes and voice. "Perhaps you would if we were to switch positions?"
"In a heartbeat." Rosalie answered honestly, smirking back in spit of herself. She turned back towards Mika, her gaze questioning. "What's wrong with me, Mika?"
"Nothing is wrong with you Mistress." Mika shook her head assuredly. "Mistress has just started her monthly cycle."
"My what?" Rosalie asked incredulously, her eyes wide with fear. "No, no this can't be!"
"Tis normal Mistress!" Mika tried to calm the frantic girl down. "All ladies go through this Mistress, tis normal!"
"No it's not normal Mika!" Rosalie hissed back furiously but instantly regretted it. Mika's eyes grew wide and filled with tears. "Oh I'm sorry Mika I didn't mean to yell at you but really?" Rosalie whispered the last part, begging this to be a joke.
"I assure you Potter that this is not a joke." Snape said seemingly reading her thoughts and stepped in to view, out of his seat in the corner. "You're a young lady now whether you want to be or not and that entails having all womanly systems and the consequences that go with them."
"But I don't know how to handle this!" Rosalie squeaked exasperatedly, her hands flying up in the air to illustrate. "I've never bled out of my manly area before!"
"Mistress Rosalie, Mika will help." Mika tried once again to assure her hysterical Mistress. "I have acquired all the necessary items for the Mistress to use during her time."
"Items? What items?" Rosalie whispered, almost too afraid to even question the poor house-elf. She stared horrified as Mika snapped and items that had previously been upon her dresser, unnoticed by Rosalie, flew over to the bed. "What are those?"
"These Mistress are tampons and these are pads." Mika explained, holding up each box as she explained.
"And what may I ask are they for?" Rosalie attempted to swallow her fear but it wouldn't leave her.
"Tampons are used to soak up the blood, you just insert-"Mika began to explain but Rosalie gasped.
"Insert them where!" Rosalie screeched aghast. "There is no way in bloody hell that I am sticking anything, anywhere near there!"
"Would Mistress like Mika to help?" Mika asked confusedly. Rosalie's cheeks grew red as she gasped again, completely embarrassed. She didn't even dare to glance over at Snape who she was sure was attempting to keep himself quiet.
"No!" Rosalie said firmly. Nobody, not even a house-elf was getting near her body! "No, I'll do it." Mika silently handed her the box.
"Don't take too long Potter; we've got work to do." Snape muttered before she walked into the bathroom, Rosalie threw a dirty glare back at him as she closed the door.
Taking a seat on the toilet, she stared intently at the box in her hands. What had she ever done to deserve this? Surely there were more deserving people in the world of the fate that she had been dealt. They should have to be the ones who have blood coming out of them, knickers up their butts, shopping trips with the enemies and growing up parentless. She didn't deserve this.
Slowly, she opened the box and took the instructions out. Her mouth dropped at the small illustrations of the directions, her respect for woman would never stop growing. Following the directions, she stood up and squatted slightly, removing her cleaned knickers as she did so. Then, with every movement as slow as possible and her eyes closed tightly, she attempted the next step.
"No, no, no!" Rosalie stopped herself the moment that the obtrusive object came in contact with her body. She couldn't do it! She could handle Dark Lords, the killing curse, dragons and death eaters but this was absurd! She felt the tears of frustration hit her but she angrily refused to let them fall.
There was no way she was going to let this flimsy tampon conquer her! She was the Savior of the Wizarding World for Merlin's sake! She was an Elf-Vampire, the only person to ever survive the killing curse! Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-lived! Well, maybe not exactly the last one anymore but in spirit she still was! With a new determination, she got back into position and took a deep relaxing breath before beginning once more.
"Come on, go!" Rosalie urged the slim inanimate object. "Yes!" Rosalie exclaimed following the last step and discarding the applicator. It was in and it didn't hurt! She could definitely feel it, the pressure of it but compared to a crucio, that was too easy. With a triumphant look, she pulled her knickers back up and ran from the bathroom. "I did it!"
"Very well Potter." Snape's smirk looked if even possible, more taunting and amused. "Perhaps we should declare you a real woman now."
"Shut it Snape." Rosalie muttered darkly. "I would like to see you do it." Rosalie spitted out but instantly she felt the blush creeping back up onto her face.
"I'm afraid we can't all be as talented as the famed Rosalie Potter." Snape said, his eyebrow rose amusedly. "Now, enough with this nonsense. Hurry up and eat, we've got work to do."
"Ugh, no more shopping please." Rosalie grunted in a very manly way. She took a seat on her bed and started to consume the food that Mika had prepared for her. It was then that the pain came back full-force into her abdomen. "Ergh."
"Here Mistress, take this it will help." Mika handed her a flask full of a dark purple liquid. Rosalie quickly gulped the potion down and relished in the feeling of numbness that swept over her body.
"Thanks." Rosalie said gratefully. She went back to eating and finished up the plate rather hastily, concluding the meal with downing her pumpkin juice. "Can I get dressed?" Rosalie inquired, noticing that she was still clad in her nightgown from the night before and she still needed to shower.
"Yes, thirty minutes and I expect you in the entrance hall." Snape said before exiting her room. Rosalie rolled her eyes before hurrying off into the bathroom, Mika followed her obediently.
"Mika, would you mind picking something appropriate out for me?" Rosalie asked and Mika nodded. "Um, how long does, you know, this last for?"
"Five to seven days Mistress and it comes an average of every twenty-eight days." Mika explained, setting a fresh pair of towels down on the counter. "You'll need to change your tampon Mistress, every few hours." Rosalie just groaned as Mika popped out of sight.
Rosalie quickly showered up, taking the majority of the time to soak up the heat from the water. It relaxed her entire body and put her in a lot better mood. She got her hair into the towel much faster this time and hurried out of the bathroom before the mirrors had a chance to properly defog. Mika wasn't waiting for her in the room this time but she had laid out a pair of clothes neatly on her dresser once more.
She quickly set out to detangle her hair first, taking notice of a new book that sat atop of her clothes. The Beautiful Witch: A 101 Charms for a Young Witch by Yolanda Lockhart. Curiously, Rosalie opened up the book, taking a few minutes to glance through it. There were charms of all different sorts for hair and make-up, Rosalie quickly picked out a few to dry her hair, apply a miniscule amount of make-up and clean up her legs.
Finishing with that part, she took her time as she put on a bra and fresh knickers, really wishing Mika was here to help but managing all the same. Then she slid on the dark blue dress with a white bow in front and put her bracelet back on her wrist promptly. Sighing she grabbed the shoes that Mika had picked out for her, a pair of white high heels that made her grimace before she even put them on. The heels were thick and only about an inch high but still, she had never worn any sort of them before.
Sitting on her bed, she put them on and stood slowly, looking at herself fully in the mirror. She was still incredibly short, even with the added height. Sighing she took her first step forward, pausing to make sure she still had her balance, which she did to her astonishment. So she took another cautious step forward and smiled brightly at her success.
"Surprised Potter?" Snape walked into the room, the smile instantly slid off her face. "Ah, I'm afraid that I was rather hoping to see you fall in those but it seems that a vampire's extraordinary balance has gifted you."
"Is that what this is?" Rosalie asked amazed, prancing around the room. She felt as light as air yet still managing a little awkwardness at her fluidity. "I feel like I'm walking on water."
"Indeed." Snape replied watching Rosalie, smirk back in place. "As much as I do enjoy watching you make a fool out of yourself, I don't have the time. Let's go Potter."
"Where are we going?" Rosalie asked confusedly, following after Snape. She had trouble keeping up with his fast pace, her legs were so much shorter than his.
"As a pureblood, there are a few things that are expected of you. Manners is definitely one of those and sadly, one that you a severely lacking in." Snape informed her, leading her to the entrance way. "However, first you must learn to carry yourself as a pureblood. Appearance is everything and a first impression can last forever."
"What's wrong with my appearance?" Rosalie asked angrily, smoothing her hair as she did so. Snape gave her a look that instantly made her feel very small and very self-conscience.
"Purebloods do not slouch Potter for one." Snape came over and pushed her shoulders back and raised her chin. "Shoulders stay back, chin in the air and eyes forward." Snape instructed, ignoring the disgusted look on Rosalie's face. "Now walk to the door and back."
"I walk fine, Snape." Rosalie gritted out, Snape sent her a stern look. Slowly and sighing loudly, she started walking, feeling like a complete idiot until she reached her beginning spot once more. "There."
"It seems that you aren't as terrible as I suspected." Snape observed. "But it's still a bit too manly." Rosalie shook her head, her mouth dropped open. There was no pleasing this man! "Women walk lightly with a fluidity and gracefulness. Try again."
With a sigh she started down again towards the door, trying to block out Snape's corrections for her to keep her shoulders back or her chin up. Over and over again she walked, her legs tiring but Snape was unrelenting on her, she must have walked up and down the entrance hall at least a hundred times in the last two hours until Snape finally seemed satisfied.
"Alright, lunch time." Snape nodded, gesturing for her to walk in front of him. "Head up Potter!"
"It's up! Severus!" Rosalie snapped at the man, her eyes rolling at him. She went to take a seat where her hot meal awaited her but Snape grabbed her arm gently. Her eyes jumped up to his, questionably. "What?"
"When going to sit down in any single chair with a man around, you always let him pull it out for you." Snape explained patiently, removing his warm hand from the frigid arm. Snape pulled out the chair silently, waiting for Rosalie to sit, before easily pushing her up to the table. "Unfold your napkin and place it on your lap." Snape instructed, taking a seat and doing the same. "Take a sip of your juice." Snape told her watching expectantly; Rosalie obliged and took a much needed drink of her pumpkin juice. "I said a sip, Rosalie. Not down the entire contents of your glass."
"I'm thirsty!"Rosalie exclaimed defensively setting her empty glass down, it refilled the moment it touched the table. With her emeralds glaring into the obsidian eyes of Snape, she brought the glass back up to her lips and took a soft sip, it hardly quenched her thirst but she smiled sarcastically and raised the glass to Snape gladly. "What next?"
"Cut up your food into suitable bites." Snape began, already cutting into the steak and potatoes. Rosalie did as he said and looked back up at him expectantly. "Smaller, Potter."
"Fine." She bit back, cutting the steak into miniscule bites. "Small enough yet?" Snape just nodded and then gestured for her to start consuming her food. Her stomach growled loudly in response, she had worked up quite an appetite walking up and down that stupid entrance hall.
"Ten chews per bite." Snape pointed out just as she put the food in her mouth, she wasn't even going to bother to chew. Sighing dramatically she did as he said to and quickly getting bored, she leaned into her hand tiredly as she counted her chews. "Elbows off the table." Snape reminded her. She lifted her elbow off the table but didn't remove her head from her hand. "Hands go in your lap when you're not using them."
"Ergh." Rosalie groaned, she was sick of all this proper junk. "Does it really matter if my elbows touch the table or how many times I chew my food? I mean really?"
"No it doesn't." Snape said surprising her. "However, it is the custom of the Purebloods and you are pureblooded. It would be considered an insult for you not to abide by tradition."
"And what a horror that would be." Rosalie bit back sarcastically but nonetheless she dropped her hand into her lap and finished up her plate. She took another sip of her juice before looking expectantly at Snape.
"Wipe your mouth." Snape instructed, Rosalie was about to interrupt and clearly tell him that her mouth was clean when Snape spoke again. "You always wipe your mouth after you're done eating. Dab it in the least." So, Rosalie dabbed the sides feeling like a snooty little rich girl. "Don't slouch."
"Better?" Rosalie sat back against her chair, re-crossed her legs, pushed her shoulders back and lifted her chin. Snape just nodded a perplexed look in his eyes. "What else?"
"I actually have to be off but I will be back the same time tomorrow. I recommend that you continue to read through that book and anymore books that you might find interesting in the library." Snape told her, coming around and scooting her chair back. Rosalie nodded thoughtfully, reminding herself that it would probably be a good idea to check out the library.
"Oh I almost forgot." Rosalie suddenly remembered Narcissa's request. "Mrs. Malfoy requested to have tea with us before the start of term."
"Ah, yes Narcissa did seem to take a liking to you." Snape's eyes glanced down at the bracelet. "I'll fire-call her and set something up."
"Okay." Rosalie agreed, she didn't mind the elder Malfoy. How could she when she was so kind to her?
"Bye Potter." Snape nodded at her before heading to the sitting room. Rosalie went in the opposite direction, heading back towards her room for a short nap.
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The next couple of weeks were very exhausting for Rosalie as she slowly became accustomed to being a girl. Most days she had lessons with Severus, he taught her things that she had never thought to learn before like ballroom dancing. It had definitely been awkward at first, being in such close proximity to Severus but she eventually got used to it. Surprisingly, he was an excellent dancer and apparently, Rosalie's mother had been as well. Severus had told her that surprisingly, Lily had taught him herself.
That was another thing that had changed, he was no longer Snape. He was Severus. Even more incredulous was the fact that she wasn't Potter. Somehow through all their little lessons, she had grown on the man. He told her stories of Lily and how much Rosalie reminded him of her; it was incredible he told her. Rosalie had blushed at that, all her life she had always been told that she was just like her father, especially by Severus but now, now she was Lily's daughter. It gave her a warm feeling.
Severus wasn't a horrible man to be around. Don't get her wrong, he was a snarky and at most times sarcastic individual but he wasn't evil like Rosalie had always thought. He just liked his privacy and Rosalie could obviously relate to that and gladly gave him his space. She noticed that when she was civil with him, he returned it. She supposed that looking more a bit like her mother and less like her father had definitely helped him out though. She could for once see what Dumbledore saw in him and she was even starting to begin to show some trust in the man. It was a slow process though.
Severus had also insisted on working on her remedial potion skills. He had pointed out that any sister of his would at least be exceptional if not extraordinary at Potions. So, Severus took the time to show Rosalie a few tips on how to prepare the ingredients, which oddly determined a great deal of how the potion turned out. Without the usual Severus barking at her or breathing down her neck, she learned quite quickly and even enjoyed it a bit. It was very relaxing she soon found out. Apparently this had been another gift of Lily's; she had been exceptionally adept at the subject. Could have given Severus a run for his money apparently and when telling Rosalie this, it was the first time Severus had actually smiled towards her.
When she wasn't in some sort of lessons with Severus, she spent her time in the library finishing up the last bits of her homework. However, that had only lasted a few days. Then she set to researching her ancestry and found out some really amazing things. Not surprising there hadn't been much information on Light Elves but there was quite a bit on Vampires since, though still rare, they were a bit more common that Light Elves.
Apparently vampires were highly dramatized in both muggle and wizarding worlds. Vampires could easily pass off as normal humans, save for their impeccably cold pale skin, their elongated canines and the small fact that they fed off humans and animals. Their more easily hidden traits included their speed, balance and strength. Rosalie had inherited most of these from her father, except luckily she didn't have the thirst. Though she did like her meat a bit rawer then usual and she had to admit that she got slightly excited at the sight of blood. The last was a bit unnerving to say the least but she would definitely take that over having to suck the life source out of something.
She had easily discovered a few myths that weren't true at all though. Vampires weren't repelled by Holy water or crucifixes; they had reflections and could easily cross running water. Though they technically were dead and their hearts no longer beat, they were still magical. They could use magic; they still had their souls and were still affected by magic. They completely died when struck by magic, meaning that they died like normal humans. Her heart beat though and blood ran through her veins despite her inhumanly cold skin, she was in every aspect alive.
For what Rosalie could gather on Light Elves, which wasn't much sadly, they were the complete opposite. Considered as light as vampires were dark. Their whole being was light, they were Earth's first beings. The Royals of all humans in a way and had a way with nature that wasn't possible for humans or even normal wizards. It was also rumored that they had astounding healing abilities but this had never been proven. They were described as very beautiful beings, with long light colored hair, bright eyes and sun-kissed skin. They were small, not dwarves or anything but tiny, slim creatures unlike Vampires who were tall, dark and handsome. Total polar opposites to one another in fact.
Severus couldn't stress enough how unusual it was for an Elf to mate with a Vampire. While both were essentially human, incredibly charismatic and enchanting, it just wasn't right. Yet Lily and James had been so in love, Severus couldn't help but sneer whenever James was mentioned, and once they had gotten over their hate for one another, they had never parted. They had been perfect for one another.
"Rosalie are you ready?" Severus's voice interrupted her thoughts as he entered her room. Today they were to have tea with Narcissa and Draco.
"Yes Severus, just got to slip on my shoes." Rosalie muttered back throwing on a pair of heels. Even though it was to be a casual occasion, she was still expected to dress up nicely. She had even started to pick out her own clothes, which was an incredible change in its own right. "Does this match?"
Rosalie had picked out black pencil tight skirt that reached just above her knees and a short sleeved white blouse. She wasn't required to wear robes since she wouldn't be out in public and for that she was thankful. It got tiring for her to wear so many layers, not to mention having to actually pick out a pair that matched her outfit. Being a bloody girl was difficult, ergh. She had chosen some short, pointed black heels to go with her outfit and her bracelet was clasped nicely around her wrist. Her long and wavy black hair hung to her waist elegantly, framing her pale face.
"Yes, very good choices today." Severus smirked. Rosalie smiled in remembrance of her first few days of picking out clothing. Apparently green robes did not go with a red blouse unless one wanted to look like an advertisement for Christmas. "Now come on, were going to be late."
Rosalie let Severus lead the way as they headed for the fireplace in the sitting room. She looked around sadly; she had to admit that she was definitely going to miss this place. She would be returning to Hogwarts in a week and to say she was nervous was an understatement. She didn't know if she was ready to face Ron and Hermione, or even Dumbledore for that matter. She was afraid that they wouldn't accept her as she now was, supposed sister of Severus Snape, the hated Potions Master. The thought of starting over was nerve wrecking and she already feared the turn out.
Rosalie had already rethought her decision to inform Dumbledore of her transformation. While she was sure that he could help her and Severus out with their secret, Severus had convinced her that Lily just wanted the two of them to know about who Harry Potter truly was until Rosalie was ready, magically and mentally. So, she wasn't going to go against her mother's wishes and her and Severus's secret would stay just that, a secret, as long as possible. It would provide her with precious time to prepare herself for the inevitable battle with Voldemort that would happen soon. This was the time that she needed to become one with herself not as a human but as a magical elf-vampire. It was crucial.
"After you, Rosalie." Severus gestured towards the fireplace, successfully once again knocking her out of her thoughts. Rosalie quickly stepped into the fireplace and threw down a handful of floo powder, closing her once again ice-blue eyes firmly as she began to move.
"Ah, Rosalie!" Narcissa's voice greeted her. Rosalie's eyes popped open and she smiled lightly at the blonde woman. Pushing her shoulders back, lifting her chin and unconsciously smoothing out her skin she walked out of the fireplace. Narcissa looked beautiful and bright in a yellow, summer-dress.
"Mrs. Malfoy, how nice to see you again." Rosalie greeted the elder woman who came over and kissed her two cold cheeks. Rosalie tensed slightly at the warm sensation but didn't move, her smile still in place.
"Miss Prince?" Draco stepped into the room, a smirk on his face and an amused glint in his silver eyes. "You look beautiful." Rosalie couldn't help but blush at his words embarrassedly but thankfully she was saved from responding by the commotion of Severus coming through the floo.
"Severus, Draco and I are so grateful that you two could join us." Narcissa went and kissed his two cheeks, her smile brightening even more so.
"It is our pleasure." Severus smiled at the woman. Draco went and greeted his godfather with a handshake and a manly one-armed hug.
"I've got the tea all set up, just follow me." Narcissa ushered them away from the sitting room. Rosalie had never been out of this particular room, that was not counting her little trip to the bathroom, but as she walked she had to admire the grandness of Malfoy Manor. Its whole decorum was stunning and not overly evil or depressing looking in the slightest.
"Are you ready for Hogwarts?" Draco asked her, pulling out her chair for her. Rosalie blushed once more, Severus had been the only one to ever pull out her chair for her but he was too busy pulling out Narcissa's to even notice her embarrassment. Rosalie quickly took a seat, letting Draco push her in before he took a seat next to her.
"I'm a bit nervous I must admit." Rosalie said honestly, crossing her legs. She spared a glance at Severus who sent her a reassuring nod as she straightened her posture.
"Well that's only normal dear but you'll have Severus there and Draco as well." Narcissa assured her, pouring them each tea. They sat next to a window, so the sun was filtering in through the glass and making her bracelet sparkle in the light; it was beautiful and caught her attention easily. She looked up and Draco gave her a small smile.
It was an odd feeling that flittered through her at the small gesture. Seeing her enemy, well she couldn't quite call him her enemy anymore, but seeing a man that she had once despised with all her being, now sipping tea and smiling at her was strange she had to admit. She assumed that it was akin to the feeling her mother had shared towards her father and vice versa. She was supposed to hate him, he was supposed to be everything that she despised and he was definitely not supposed to make her blush in any manner what so ever.
"This tea is quite good, Narcissa." Severus complimented taking a sip of it and a bit of a crumpet when Narcissa offered one.
"Oh Severus, you say that every time I make it for you." Narcissa blushed lightly at the compliment. The two laughed lightly at one another, Rosalie couldn't help but smile at the cheeriness that hung in the air. It made her heart feel light and airy. "Have you heard though Severus? About Harry Potter?"
"I have." Severus said shortly, the air suddenly tense. Rosalie instantly froze with her tea cup still to her parted lips.
"The Prophet said that Dumbledore doesn't know where he is but that he was at least certain that Potter wasn't in the hands of the Dark Lord." Narcissa continued, taking a small nibble on her crumpet. "Just disappeared out of nowhere, no trace of him whatsoever anywhere. They say even his Hogwarts letter was returned, owls are suppose to be able to find any living person, Severus."
Rosalie smiled lightly at this; she had received her Hogwarts letter but not as Harry Potter. It had clearly said Rosalie Prince on it and this had delighted Snape to no end. He had a theory that since technically, Rosalie didn't acknowledge herself as Harry Potter anymore, that Harry Potter was no more. Any letters, summoning charms or trackers couldn't find him. They would be looking for Harry Potter and there technically was no Harry Potter anymore. It was genius really.
"Yes it is an interesting topic to contemplate." Severus answered after a moment of silence. "Speaking of Hogwarts, do you have an extra owl order form that I can have? Rosalie hasn't had the time to visit Flourish and Blotts since she received her letter." Severus changed the subject watching as Rosalie visibly relaxed and sent a grateful smile his way.
"I'm sure I do somewhere." Narcissa muttered thoughtfully, taking another sip of her tea.
"Why don't you just come with me?" Draco spoke up. "I have to get mine as well; I'm going tomorrow if you like."
"That's very generous of you." Rosalie managed to get out before turning her gaze to Severus. "Severus?"
"I think that's a fine idea Draco." Severus agreed, smirking subtly at Rosalie, whose eyes hardened at the betrayal. That would mean she would be alone with him, just her and Draco! There were a million things that could go wrong; it was a disaster that was just waiting to happen. "Say eleven o'clock at Prince Manor?"
"Yeah, I'll be there." Draco approved with a smile at his godfather. Rosalie inwardly suppressed a groan, what had she gotten herself into this time!
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AN: SO ANOTHER CHAPTER IS DONE AND IM VERY EXCITED ABOUT WRITING THE NEXT ONE. THERE HASN'T BEEN MUCH REVIEWS SADLY BUT I WILL CONTINUE WRITING FOR MY OWN PLEASURE AND FOR THOSE THAT HAVE REVIEWED. SO PLEASE IF YOU READ THEN PLEASE REVIEW.
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