Note from the Author: DUN DUN DUN! The unlucky thirteenth chapter has arrived. (Technically fourteenth on .) As you know, I'm all for symbolism. And for Rose, it is a quite unlucky tale to come. Christmas is over and the bunch is back in school. But will it bring tragedy? Yes. Mystery? Possibly. Death? … No, definitely not. But still things to come… DUN… DUN… DUN….

Rose, Hermione, Ron, and Harry were having lunch together on a seemingly regular Wednesday. Wednesday was Rose's favorite day. It was the middle of the week, and no one really cared to look at it all that closely. Katie Bell and Cho Chang were talking about how their holidays went, when Harry went and interrupted them. "Harry—what is he doing?"

"Asking if she remembers yet," Ron said. Hermione and Rose looked at him. "What? It's true!" Rose stared at Harry worriedly. He kept asking Katie the same question, and it amounted to nothing.

"Poor Harry," Hermione said. "He's so insistent that she'll remember…"

"I don't think she will," Ron said.

"I know she won't," Rose replied. Rose was surprised that when Harry came back, he was storming.

"Rose, come with me please." Rose shrugged and she followed Harry up to the second floor girl's bathroom. "Stay behind the first stalls and keep quiet."

"Harry, what's going on?" Harry answered by pushing open the door. Rose shuffled behind the stall and watched where Harry was standing. He wasn't speaking, just listening. There was sobbing and rushing water. Rose listened quietly.

"You did it," Harry said. "You cursed Katie Bell. You poisoned the wine. You did it, didn't you? And to think I actually trusted you for a split second, Malfoy." Rose stiffened. Was he the one sobbing? What's going on? Draco stepped a little farther over so that she could see him now.

Draco snickered. "You trusted me? Ha. Couldn't think of a reason why you should. And so what if I cursed her?"

"I trusted you," Harry snarled. "My best friend's in love with you, so I trusted you. What a mistake I made. This has gone too far." Harry reached for his wand.

"No, no, no…" Rose murmured. She didn't want to see a petty fight. She didn't want to see anything. Why was she there?

"For once, I agree with you, Potter. This has gone too far, and far too long." Draco reached for his wand too.

"NO!" Rose cried.

"Expeliarmus!" Harry yelled.

"Stupify!" Draco yelled. There were so many explosions and yelling. Draco raced around a corner, and they started playing by ear. Where ever they heard shouting, or a noise, they directed their curses there. When one almost hit Harry in the head, Rose had to stop all of it.

"Stop!" She yelled, but neither could see her.

"Stupify!" Draco yelled. Rose went flying back.

"Oomph!" Draco came racing around the corner, thinking he'd finally caught Harry. And when Draco stopped for one split second to gape in horror at what he'd done, Harry came racing around the bend, too, catching Draco off guard.

"Sectumsempra!" Harry screeched. Draco fell to the ground, bleeding tremendously from his chest. Rose just stared.

She stared, horrified. Until she screeched, "Harry! Go get Professor Snape! He's Defense against the Dark Arts, he'll know what to do!" Harry tried to argue, or possibly apologize. Rose would never know—she didn't want to hear it. "Just go!" Harry ran from the room and Rose raced towards Draco. She took his hand, kneeling down next to him. "It's going to be okay… Snape will be here soon, and I swear, it'll be okay." She was crying now. She took her sweater off and put on top of his chest. She didn't know what to do. "Please… please be okay…" Snape and Harry burst into the room.

Rose scrambled to her feet and let Snape sit where she was. He looked over Draco quickly, and then stood up. "May I see both of your Potions books?" Rose scrambled to get hers, but Harry claimed to have left his in the Gryffindor Common Room. Rose handed Snape her Potions book. "… Very well, Ms. Clark," Snape said, giving her back her book. "You may go now."

"But—I—" She stammered. Snape looked at her suspiciously. "I'll be going now," she sighed. She went to leave.

"By the way," Snape said, "Ms. Clark. Since you are quiet and very studious… five points to Gryffindor for the entire ordeal." Rose shook her head and left. She passed Harry in the hall.

"Rose—" he said.

"Don't talk to me," she snapped. "I don't want to hear it, Harry." That was the first time in all her life Rose had talked to anyone like that, ever.

As Rose stormed into the Common Room, she passed Neville and Ron, and Lavender Brown, who'd just love to see her in tears. She just had to make it to her dorm, just had to make it… She got into her dorm and collapsed onto her bed. Tears streamed down her face, and her eyes burned. "Rose," Hermione said, coming in, "are you okay?"

"Perfectly fine…" Rose sniffed.

"Honey, what's wrong?" Hermione asked, sitting next to her. Rose explained what had happened as thoroughly as she could.

"And then… and then Draco yelled, 'Stupify!' And I went flying backwards. And then Draco came to find me and just looked at me… and in that split second, Harry yelled, 'Sectumsempra!'… And… and then… Draco just fell. And for the first time, he looked vulnerable. Like… Harry had just kicked him when he was down. Which he might as well have. I can't talk to either of them. My boyfriend's trying to kill my headmaster, and my best friend's trying to kill my boyfriend! Hermione, what am I going to do?"

"Oh, honey," Hermione said, giving her a hug. "He wasn't trying to kill Draco. Just stop him."

"From what?"

"….Yes."

"Thanks, Hermione. But still… give me a few days without talking to Harry to calm down, and I'll be okay."

"Okay," Hermione said, nodding. "What're you going to do about Draco?"

"… I don't know."

"Always the reassuring one."