I still don't own Harry Potter - it still belongs to JK Rowling
It had been a good while since Fred and George had left for the warmth of their dormitory and the comfort of their beds and Rose and Draco were left alone, sat or lying with feet rested on Draco on the sofa. To pass the time, the two fifth-years had decided to go through a list of boys in Hogwarts (who they actually knew, had heard of or knew a fairly decent description of) who could be Rose's true love. Oh how Draco wished it to be him! They went through the boys by their house; they had already been through the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs without luck and were currently on the Gryffindors.
"Dean Thomas?" asked Draco.
"No," answered Rose.
"Seamus Finnigan?"
"He hates me."
"Ron Weasley?"
"As much as I want to be Fred and George in some way, shape, or form, I hope not!"
"Neville Longbottom?"
"Fuck off!"
"Are you bloody sure you're not gay?" asked Draco, getting more impatient, but getting more excited as soon they would be on the Slytherins i.e. him.
"1) Yes, I'm bloody sure!" answered Rose, "and 2) we've only gone through two and a bit of the four houses, so relax!"
Just tell her, Draco's mind told him. It could be you.
Sure, he thought back, sarcastically. And maybe there is a Sphinx in the world that can fly!
How do you know?
I… I… I don't know! It just can't be me!
You never know! Tell her.
No.
Tell her.
No!
Tell her.
"Me?" he blurted out.
"What?" Rose asked.
"Me? What about me?"
"Erm…"
It could be you.
"I guess I never really thought about it…"
It could be you.
"It could b-"
He kissed her. Nothing too long. Nothing too short. Just short enough to show his feelings for her. Just long enough to say that he loved her. When they eventually broke away, with their foreheads rested on each other's, Draco asked - whispered - again,
"What about me?"
"Yes," Rose whispered back. Then, back they went to kissing to the relief and ahhh's of the recently-returned Fred and George and the, again, relief, but also surprise and slight embarrassment of Professor McGonagall, who was stood by the common room door.
It all happened so quickly - Rose was thrown back into the visions, but they were worse. Much worse. All mixed into one and then turned up to 11. Cedric, James and Lily again. So many flashes of green - the Killing Curse. But some new faces now and some new deaths. Bertha Jorkins, the Riddle family, that muggle caretaker from her dreams the previous year. And more. And more. And more. As the people and their unfortunate deaths flew through her mind, Draco was forced backwards on the sofa as Rose fell headfirst onto the floor in both physical and mental agony and started to toss and turn. This caused Professor McGonagall and the boys to rush to her sides and a small, but growing group of students who had just woken up. Then, silence… Suddenly, a strange black mass flew away from her chest which was lost forever, evaporated in the air. (A/N: if you've watched the film of Order of the Phoenix then I'm meaning the bit where Voldemort stops possessing Harry.) Finally, Rose regained consciousness to everyone's happiness and Draco stole a kiss from her before she was helped to the hospital wing.
The next morning, Rose was the centre of attention - she already was due to the whole the Girl Who Lived saga, but now more so after the previous night's event and/or due to the fact she and Draco were dating now. Rose didn't really know which thing people were talking about behind her back - she was already used to it, but also didn't really care now that Voldemort had gone for a while. She knew he'd be back, but for now, she was just happy to be with her new boyfriend and best friends.
And that my friends is that! Part 4 of 4 – Done! Story - Done! Love it? Hate it? Don't honestly care about it? Want to run over to me and hug me? Want to push me off a bridge due to my shipping abilities? Please tell me (i.e. review please!)
Sorry again about the true love's kiss thing! *slaps myself*