The Darkest of Roses
Chapter 10: Sheer bad luck

AuthorNotes: sorry for the lateness in updating and for the shortness of this one. The next one's going to be pretty long. I didn't want this one to just keep lagging on and on, so I made it slightly short so it's described as a filler chapter, which it is. Mind you, I'd rather have Malfoy and Abigail kissing now but...that infamous kissing scene (which is already written, hehe) is for WAY later. Hope you guys can wait through all the drama that's about to start stirring in this pot of a plot! ;)

"So, what happened to you?" Chelsea asked as Abigail stepped into the girls' dormitories, wrapping her hair up into a towel. She over looked Chelsea and headed to her dresser. She didn't want to talk about her shitty date with her crush. "Hello! I asked you a question!" Chelsea shouted way too loud to be comfortable. Abigail narrowed her eyes and glanced over at her friend.

"I fell into a mud pile and all Tim did was laugh at me," Abigail stated, shrugging. She hard some giggling and looked over at Chelsea to see she had started giggling. Abigail narrowed her eyes and grabbed her wand, flicking it toward Chelsea. Instantly, her hair curled up into a rat's nest and Chelsea screamed, pushing her hands against her hair. "Stop laughing, idiot," Abigail snapped as Chelsea glared heatedly at her and rushed into the bathroom. 'What's wrong with my best friend?' Abigail thought as she dressed into a pair of faded grey sweatpants and a white tank top. She kept her hair wrapped into a towel and glanced over at the bathroom door to see Chelsea couldn't get the rat's nest out of her curly mess of hair.

"Take this out, Abby," Chelsea said, darkly. Abigail glanced over at her and didn't say anything as she took out a book and began reading. "Abigail Laure Jones!" Chelsea screamed and Abigail looked up, hearing her third-named. Chelsea was waving her wand in circles over her head, trying to tame the beast that was now moving; Abigail swore she could hear growls from the depths of the insane rat's nest. Abigail made a weird face before grabbing her wand. She muttered a spell and flicked it. Chelsea's hair stilled and flattened into her usual waves. Chelsea froze before smiling and running her hands through her hair. Abigail went back to reading, keeping her wand on her at all times.

There was a knock on the door and Chelsea looked over, as well as every other girl in the room Abigail shared. "Abby, are you in there?" Abigail grimaced; it was Tim's voice, again. Everyone looked over at her, wondering what she was going to do. She folded her book after inserting her bookmark and got up, moving to the door to lean against it. Tim knocked again and Abigail looked up at the noise. "Abby, if you're in there, could we please talk? I didn't mean to laugh at you, but it was pretty comical." Abigail rolled her eyes, crossing her arms this time. "I've looked everywhere for you and this is the only place you could be. Come on, I just want to talk." There was a loud banging against the door multiple times and Abigail groaned, opening the door but since her luck sucked, Tim's fist slammed into her already busted nose.

Abigail screamed out, clutching her bleeding nose as Tim gasped. The girls behind her all rushed over and she heard their voices of concerns. "I'm so, so sorry Abby! I didn't know you were going to open the door!" Tim stated. Abigail tilted her head down, squeezing her poor shattered cartilage as she shoved him out of the way and through the hallway and down into the common room. The blood from her nose was flowing merciless down her face and neck and into her neck line. It was something else to behold. Tim's hands touched her and Abigail wrenched free, pointing her free hand.

"Get amway 'rom me!" Abigail yelled. Everyone in the common room was staring at the scene, confused and questioningly. Chelsea grabbed a hold of her and guided her through as Tim stood there, unsure of what to do. Chelsea weaved Abigail through the hallways and up toward the infirmary where she shoved the doors open and moved Abigail inside.

"Good heavens, what happened to your nose now?" Madam Pomfrey shrieked, heading over with her wand and a vial with some sort of liquid in it. Chelsea quickly explained as Madam Pomfrey pulled Abigail's hand away and tilted her head back. "My goodness, child. I suggest you stay away from boys nowadays until your nose heals," the nurse stated, dripping the liquid into Abigail's mouth. She had almost started gagging as the vile liquid reached her tongue but it was down her throat before anything could happen. "That should stop the bleeding," the nurse whispered before she pointed her wand at Abigail's nose and flicked it. Abigail's nose made a sickening crack and she yelled out as the cartilage formed back together. "You'll stay in here tonight and drink some Skele-gro to help with that cartilage."

"It's just a nose," Abigail stated, irritated. Her Saturday sucked so far. The morning was amazing and part of the Hogsmeade was amazing as well, but after falling into the mud, it seemed her bad luck turned on full power. Madam Pomfrey's hands appeared on her hips as Abigail stared up at her, stubbornly. "That Skele-gro stuff tastes like ass!"

"Watch your mouth," Madam Pomfrey stated, shoving her back so Abigail was laying on the small bed. "You'll stay here for the night with Skele-gro and I'll hear no more of it." Abigail groaned as Chelsea gave her a sympathetic smile. Madam Pomfrey disappeared for a little bit before reappearing with a glass of Skele-gro. It was only a shot of it but Abigail was dreading it. She had to take that stuff in her third year at her first game of Quidditch, ever and broke her femur. She shivered, remembering the pain experience she had on that one. Stomaching the Skele-gro with a gag, she couldn't help but think back.

(::Third Year::)

"Abigail Jones takes the lead with the quaffle and man, can she fly!" the announcer screamed. Abigail was weaving through the people in green with her heart pumping. She was also panicking because she had heard rumors about playing against Slytherin. She saw one of them flying toward her so she quickly kicked her broom upwards, spinning away from him as he kept on her tail. She weaved around one of the towers, glancing back but she wasn't looking forward and a bludger raced toward her. She looked forward and before she had time to weave out of the way, it slammed into her thigh and she felt the snap of her femur bone. She screamed out in pain as tears gushed down her face and she gripped her thigh, letting her broom go.

Her broom fell toward the ground and she tried to steer it back upwards but her concentration was lost. She fell hard into the ground and the entire crowd 'oh'd' at her fall as she screamed out, grasping her thigh. She looked down and through her white pants she saw the blood and bone sticking out. Without another word, Abigail's body felt like jell-o and she turned to the side, vomiting from the pain. She saw the professors and Madam Hooch rushing over but she had blacked out before remembering who reached her first.

(::Present Day::)

"You'll be fine, Abby," Chelsea stated as Abigail felt the Skele-gro starting to work on her cartilage. Abigail nodded and rested her head against the pillow. Without meaning to, she fell right asleep, right before the Skele-gro started to work on her shattered cartilage.

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The next morning, Abigail felt a whole lot better. Her nose wasn't numb or tingling; it was just there. She sat up and stared around. She didn't know what time it was but when she reached up to touch her nose, it was a little sore from the bruising. She looked over to see another shot of Skele-gro ready for her as well as some flowers. Abigail reached over and grasped the letter tied to it, pulling it toward her.

Abby
I'm so very sorry about hitting your nose. I didn't mean it, I swear. I saw that Madam Pomfrey has given you Skele-gro so it should feel better. Please forgive me. If you do, sit with me at breakfast this morning…

Tim

Abigail almost through a fit but decided not to as she took her shot of Skele-gro with a gag again and grabbed the flowers, staring at the beautiful calla lilies. She sniffed them and smiled. They were beautiful, she had to admit. And he said it was an accident and apologized. It's been almost twenty-four hours since the mud incident. "I'm sure that's enough time to forgive someone," Abigail mumbled, standing and rushing from the infirmary.

She walked down the stairs, aware she was still in her pajamas, and headed down toward the Great Hall. She paused at the doors before pushing them open and walking inside. Breakfast was still going on and she was glad. She figured it was somewhere between seven and nine in the morning. Chelsea smiled over at her from the table and only three people away, Tim sat. Abigail walked over to him and sat beside him, smiling. "Good morning," Abigail greeted, helping herself to some breakfast. Tim grinned and leaned over, kissing her cheek and wrapping his arm around her lower back.

It was peaceful after that; Abigail was thankful for that. Her Sunday seemed hundred times better than her Saturday, figuring she spent her entire day with Tim, practically. Around dinner time, they were sitting at the Black Lake and holding hands. They were watching the sun make its final rays bleed through the skies. "You know, this is how our first date should've been," Tim stated. Abigail looked over and nodded, smiling. Tim's hand reached up, cupping the side of her face. "And it should've ended like this," he whispered before leaning forward to press his lips against hers.

Abigail's stomach did horrible flip flops and she gently kissed back, loving the feeling of his plump lips against hers. It was definitely a kiss to remember…