The Darkest of Roses
Chapter 29: Forever, and Ever
AuthorNotes: Oh yes, two updates. Hope you enjoy! :)
"What'd you buy, Malfoy?" Draco looked over as Blaise who was looking at the box under his arm curiously. When Draco didn't answer, Blaise looked up at him and smirked. "Is it a present for your Abby?" Draco glared over at Blaise.
"Why do you think it's any of your business, Blaise? This happens to be the Quidditch supplies I've been waiting for, if you really must know," Draco answered, hotly. Blaise held up his hands defensively with an apprehensive expression on his face.
"It was just a question of curiosity, mate. You know I just pull your leg," Blaise stated, chuckling as Draco continued to glare, shifting the box under his arm. "Where are the others?" Blaise asked. Draco shrugged, not really caring. He had come to Hogsmeade for one thing and he'd gotten that, among other things as well he thought as he stared down at the box under his arm. He knew what was in the box and couldn't wait for the right person to open it. A smirk danced across his face at the expression that he knew would appear on her face. It was ridiculous how excited he was getting in knowing that in only a couple of days, before the ball of course, she'll open it.
"Hey, Draco, you there?" Draco looked up to see Blaise waving his hand in front of his face. "Where'd you go, mate? Another world?"
"Shut up," Draco stated, shoving him away with a smirk. "You're just jealous you lack the ability to think straight." Blaise cringed while pushing his hand against his chest.
"Ouch that hurt," Blaise stated, laughing. Draco chuckled and headed into Honeydukes, curiously. He wondered if they'd have his candies in. They weren't always in because they were so popular; they were always clean out by the time he got there. He didn't mind but it was just a curiosity thing.
But when he went to the small plastic tub, they were clean out, again. Draco rolled his eyes and immediately headed out, which left Blaise flabbergasted and complaining. "What the hell, man? You only go in there to check on those stupid candies!" Draco nodded, plainly.
"I'm not a bit sweet eater, Blaise. I like chocolate and popping candy, but there's only one type of candies I'll eat regularly and it's those," Draco stated, smirking as Blaise's expression turned horrified. Blaise was a big sweet eater; he'll anything that has a lot of sugar in it. It was his high.
"You're weird man. I'm going back inside. I'll catch ya later," Blaise stated and headed into the candy shop. Draco watched him go for a moment before turning and heading toward the carriages, but he paused when he saw Abigail's stupid friend, Chelsea Andrews, crying her eyes out on the shoulder of one of her other girlfriends. Draco narrowed his eyes; he wondered what happened. He saw Abigail had left with Chelsea earlier but had intended on her hanging out with Chelsea all day. He moved closer so he'd be able to hear.
"…and she just said that me and her would never be friends again cause I wasn't worth it and that she feels freer without me lagging around her," Chelsea's voice sobbed. Her friends around her patted her on the back and whispered words of comfort. "And now she's going to the ball with Tim so it's like I'll lose my best friend and if she were to marry Tim, I wouldn't be invited and…and…"
"It's ok, Chelsea. Abigail just doesn't know how good of a friend you are," one of her friends stated. Draco scoffed, laughing a bit. "She'll come around eventually when she's all alone."
"But she'll always have that cockroach Malfoy to be with. You've all heard the rumors and no matter what I do, she'll always run back to that little pompous freak," Chelsea stated. Draco glared and turned, walking way. He heard enough. He didn't know there were rumors spreading; who had seen them? He always made sure no one was around. Maybe it was Abigail that had spread the word.
No, his subconscious snapped at him. Draco shook his head. He knew Abigail wouldn't spread the word under any circumstances. She was a bit more levelheaded than that. She wasn't like the moronic bimbos that followed him around on a daily basis, like Parkinson who had spread that word that they were together and sleeping together, due to be married and everything else idiotic that came out of Pansy's mouth. Draco really despised that psychotic girl.
Given he used to like her, deeply, but then she turned psychotic and claiming he was hers and he was turned off by her like a light switch. Almost every girl after that he's been with has acted like that and he was almost waiting for Abigail to make the transition. He hoped she wouldn't thought; she doesn't seem the type, right now.
Moving toward the carriages at the far end of High street, he scrambled into one and allowed it to take him up to Hogwarts.
By the time he got to the castle, he didn't feel like carrying the box anymore but groaned and kept going. He was thankful he was in Slytherin so he didn't have to walk all the way up to the top towers to either Gryffindor or Ravenclaw. He wouldn't make it and would levitate the box up there; it was too awkward of a box to hold for a long period of time.
He stated the password upon meeting the entrance and headed inside, heading up to the dormitories to set the box down on his bed. He sat on the edge and grabbed a piece of parchment with a small smirk on his face.
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Abigail was laying on her bed, sprawled out as much as she could go. Her mind was spreading over the horizons and over landscapes practically. Her thoughts were trying to figure out who spread the rumors about her and Draco. They were so secretive.
She tried not to dwell too much on it, in case it was just Chelsea playing tricks on her, but every time she tried to avert her thoughts elsewhere, they would lead straight back to the rumors and what they were. Were they saying things like they were having sex constantly and meeting in hallways? Only a portion of that is true, and it's the latter one. Or possibly that she has left Tim for Malfoy? That was partially true, but not in the same sense. She had left Tim, but because he was raging lunatic.
"Ugh!" she yelled out, frustrated. She wished she was telepathic at this point, to read Chelsea's mind to see if she was bluffing or not, and to see what the rumors were. If they were just small things, she didn't care. Rumors were based on the shit falling out of people's mouths.
A tapping came at the window nearest her bed and she looked up to see a hovering figure. A smile broke on her face as she glanced around before rushing over. She looked out to see that Draco was perched up on his broom with a smirk. "What are you doing here?" she asked, smiling.
"Just flying around," Draco answered, shrugging. "Saw your light on so I'd thought I'd come see what you were doing." Abigail smiled, climbing out and sitting on the ledge to stare up at him. "Why'd you leave Hogsmeade so early? We didn't even happen to run into each other."
"Didn't find anything I wanted," Abigail stated, lying a little bit. She had wanted that dress but didn't have enough galleons or sickles to buy it. Draco noticed the expression and smirked, reaching out to push her chip upward.
"Get on, let's go for a ride while everyone's at Hogsmeade," Draco stated, smirking at Abigail nodded, jumping back into the common room to grab her jacket and then head out to slide behind him. He grabbed her arms and latched them around his chest, taking off. Abigail squealed slightly, pushing her palms against his chest so she wouldn't fall off. For just a Nimbus 2001, it was incredibly fast. She could only imagine how fast the Firebolt would be.
She felt the rumble of Draco's chuckle as they zoomed over the Quidditch pitch and toward the forbidden forest; he hovered over parts of it and they saw some things along the edges. They were magnificent creatures of the forest and Abigail smiled, hugging to him as she enjoyed the scenery. Hogwarts was so beautiful in the winter with all the snow and the frozen patches of the dark lake.
"Amazing," Abigail whispered, loving the feeling of flying along with Draco and above Hogwarts. He lowered slightly toward the ground and when their feet touched, he helped her down before smirking at her. "What?" she asked.
"Come on. Get on the front. You're flying this time," Draco stated. Abigail shook her head, backing away slightly.
"I'll kill us both."
"No you won't. I won't let that happen," Draco stated, reaching out his hand with his best smile on his face so she'd get on. He had a hint she didn't know how to fly and that's just not right for any witch or wizard. To him, anyways. Abigail had a look of dispute in her eyes but Draco waited. He knew she's do once her thoughts shut up.
"OK," she mumbled and stepped forward to allow him to steady her on the broom. It'll be easier since it was already hovering and she leaned forward slightly, taking off. Draco smirked as she squealed out. He reached around her and steered it straight so they wouldn't spin in a never-ending circle. Abigail grasped the broom handle when he did that and took control once more.
She wasn't completely horrible, at going straight. When they'd have to turn, she'd freak out and just let go. Draco chuckled at her small bits of frustration toward her. He took control after a while and veered them upwards, toward the Astronomy tower of Hogwarts. Abigail smiled and noticed the large windows with the golden instruments inside.
He flew by the window and hovered there for a moment to help Abigail into the window before easing himself into the tower as well, setting his broom aside. "That was fun. I needed that," Abigail stated, smiling at him and leaning against the wall with a slump.
"I figured after your harsh day with Chelsea and telling her you would never be friends again," Draco stated, smirking at her stunned look.
"You…were at the Three Broomsticks?" Abigail asked.
"Ah, so it's true. I wasn't at the Three Broomsticks but I overheard Andrews whining about it outside with her friends," Draco stated. "Wondered if she was telling the truth or fibbing to her gang of idiots." Abigail chuckled.
"Yeah, she tried to bribe me practically. Bought me a butterbeer and such and then started talking about how she missed me and a whole bunch of other bull crap, so I just lost it," Abigail stated, frowning. "I was pretty harsh but she wouldn't stop saying I miss you and blah. Well it's her fault we're not friends anymore. She can spread all the rumors she wants about how our friendship ended because I'll know what happened." Draco nodded, broaching another subject.
"So I heard there are rumors about us floating around Hogwarts. Do you know anything about them?" he asked. Abigail frowned, shaking her head.
"Chelsea told me today that there have been rumors, but I don't know what they are. I'm thinking my brain dry trying to figure out what they are. Maybe I can force someone into telling me. Use curses or something to make them spill the beans on who started it and then curse them into next Friday," Abigail stated, glaring at the ground. Draco chuckled, cupping the side of her face.
"Easy, turbo. It's ok," Draco stated. "They're just rumors and I bet they're just meaningless school gossip started by some stupid nerd who wanted to stir the shit pot." Abigail laughed, nodding. He enjoyed seeing her happy, not sad. He couldn't say he didn't like seeing her mad or angry or pissed off, because the way her face would wrinkle up around the middle was a major turn on for him.
"What do you say about staying up here with me forever, and ever?" Abigail stated smiling. "That way nobody else could touch us."
"Hm, let me get back to you on that," Draco teased. Abigail couldn't help but laugh as she shook her head, smiling at him. Draco leaned forward and pushed his lips against hers, resting his hands against the wall beside her head. She melted into him and moaned against the kiss. He moved one arm to around her waist, pulling her body harder against his. Her body was warm against his, full of life and energy. He enjoyed it as he pulled back a little bit to smirk. "Yes, I'd stay up here with you forever, Jones." Abigail smiled, blushing faintly.
"You better have said that, Malfoy," Abigail mumbled. Draco smiled.
"Hey, what about that promise you made?"
"Oh right, my bad Draco."
