Harry Potter and The Rose
Hermione knew as the blade flew from Rose's hand was that she knew she had been right and Harry had been a fool for not knowing the signs. The next thing she did was to scream loudly.
Rose's face had contorted as she threw it, looking very much like an overripe tomato. Her hand barely jerked as she heard Hermione's scream. But, as luck would have it, the small jerk angled the blade away from Harry and into the wall with a 'thunk!'
Now, Rose froze. She had proved herself to be traitor; she had relied only on the fact that she wouldn't miss but yet she still had. Harry, who had also been stuck in place while the blade left her hand moved forward and grabbed the blade from the wall.
"Harry, I-I don't know what's happening. I think its You-Know-Who, Harry. It his fault. You wouldn't hurt me Harry: would you?" tears glittered in her eyes as her face turned back to it's nymph-like usual.
For a brief moment, Hermione wondered if Harry would be lured into her trap once again.
Instead, Harry turned the knife and flung it haphazardly toward Rose who easily moved away from it. Eyes shining, she apparated, leaving them with smoke and a green lightning bolt hovering there.
Blinking slowly, Harry acted as if he were still under her spell. Hermione went cautiously over to him and asked him, "What will tell Ron's mother?" And then, he grabbed her close to him and kissed her. She easily fell into it, like she had in the old days, before the Cho affair.
"I thought you hated me," Harry mumbled around her tongue.
"I though you hated me!" Hermione laughed.
After several minutes of heavy-duty kissing, the both Rose and left the room, holding hands. Ron's mother still had to be told what happened and neither of them would be surprised if they got a Howler.
But at least they would always have each other. Nothing could separate them now.
Authors Note:
Yes, this is the end to an odd story. It doesn't really seem complete, even to myself, but I can't think of anything else to add other than to describe what happens after the burial of Ron and that should be left to the reader. All of the Harry Potter characters belong to J.K. Rowling and Rose belongs to me (unfortunately in a way). This is much more mushy than my others but oh well. That's how it goes.
Katalina
Hermione knew as the blade flew from Rose's hand was that she knew she had been right and Harry had been a fool for not knowing the signs. The next thing she did was to scream loudly.
Rose's face had contorted as she threw it, looking very much like an overripe tomato. Her hand barely jerked as she heard Hermione's scream. But, as luck would have it, the small jerk angled the blade away from Harry and into the wall with a 'thunk!'
Now, Rose froze. She had proved herself to be traitor; she had relied only on the fact that she wouldn't miss but yet she still had. Harry, who had also been stuck in place while the blade left her hand moved forward and grabbed the blade from the wall.
"Harry, I-I don't know what's happening. I think its You-Know-Who, Harry. It his fault. You wouldn't hurt me Harry: would you?" tears glittered in her eyes as her face turned back to it's nymph-like usual.
For a brief moment, Hermione wondered if Harry would be lured into her trap once again.
Instead, Harry turned the knife and flung it haphazardly toward Rose who easily moved away from it. Eyes shining, she apparated, leaving them with smoke and a green lightning bolt hovering there.
Blinking slowly, Harry acted as if he were still under her spell. Hermione went cautiously over to him and asked him, "What will tell Ron's mother?" And then, he grabbed her close to him and kissed her. She easily fell into it, like she had in the old days, before the Cho affair.
"I thought you hated me," Harry mumbled around her tongue.
"I though you hated me!" Hermione laughed.
After several minutes of heavy-duty kissing, the both Rose and left the room, holding hands. Ron's mother still had to be told what happened and neither of them would be surprised if they got a Howler.
But at least they would always have each other. Nothing could separate them now.
Authors Note:
Yes, this is the end to an odd story. It doesn't really seem complete, even to myself, but I can't think of anything else to add other than to describe what happens after the burial of Ron and that should be left to the reader. All of the Harry Potter characters belong to J.K. Rowling and Rose belongs to me (unfortunately in a way). This is much more mushy than my others but oh well. That's how it goes.
Katalina