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Draco's P.O.V.

Okay, I'm daft. I wasn't too sure what Ron's father name was, mainly because I was too lazy to look it up. Onna my friends thought it was Oliver, but wasn't sure, and I thought I'd wing it and hope it'd work. Anyways, it was supposed to be Ron's father... and now I fixed it. Arthur, right? That's what I thought anyway! Oh, and how she knows Percy IS explained in this chapter, I had to leave a few questions. Okay, I may have lied. Maybe in the next chapter, I'm still trying to decide. The "f-bomb" is dropped a lot of times in this chapter. Just a warning... Oh and this one is extra long, just for the lovely readers and the ones who reviewed. My HEROS!! And it's bolded! Look at that talent! Thanks a gajillion.

The Black Rose

Chapter Six: Dark Clouds

I yawned and stretched my arms across my desk. I hadn't seen her yesterday, not that we had a date, and I was really looking forward to seeing Rosie today. Potter walked up to me. "Draco, I'm sorry I didn't tell you yesterday, but Rosie said 3:30," he said. He smiled viciously at me. "Oh and I'll see you at the Quidditch game... at 3:00."
Holy shit, I had completely forgot about the game. If I could find the snitch quickly I might be a little late. I moaned and banged my head against the desk. "Mr. Malfoy, I recommend you keep to eating flowers," Professor Snape said, stopping me from hitting my head again.
"I was the one that ate them sir," Crabbe said.
"I know," he glared. "But I wouldn't suggest doing either."
He went back to his desk and sat down, reading something. "Thanks for trying to cover," I said to Crabbe.
He smiled. "It's fine really. So what are you going to do?"
"Like I said, just end the Quidditch game as quick as I can," he said.
"You could make a deal with Potter," Crabbe said.
"Or he can drop dead. It's bad enough he knows who she is," I said.
Crabbe sighed. "Just trying to help."
"Whatever," I grumbled and crossed my arms.

I was dressed in my green Slytherin outfit. I had lots of comments on my hair matching the outfit, but I didn't mind. Rosie liked green; maybe I'd wear the uniform when I met up with her, maybe even bring her to a game... yeah, right. I couldn't tell her, she was a muggle. We were playing against Gryffindor. I stepped out onto the field and mounted my broom. I got off the ground easily and started to fly around the field. I watch Harry walk on. He flew up and eventually met me. "Potter," I said.
"Malfoy," he said back.
The game begun and I quickly kept my eyes open for the golden snitch. I flew around avoiding bludgers. A piece of lightning came down. I didn't see where it landed, but it still startled me. The thunder that came from it seemed to shake the sky. I looked up at the black clouds above me. Rain started to drip down from the clouds. "Shit, my eyesight is gonna be fogged," I sighed, looking around.
Potter seemed to be having the same trouble as I was. His glasses kept getting covered with raindrops. I felt myself get frustrated. This could take forever, fuck. I was already an hour late. I dove down to where Potter was. "No sign Malfoy, there's no point in following me," he muttered with some bitter in his voice.
"Well, fuck you too Potter. Actually, I wanted to make a deal with you," I said.
He laughed. "Like I can even trust you," he said.
"You agreed that 3:30 was an okay time. You KNEW we had a game. How could you do that to me?" I asked.
"I thought it was hilarious. Malfoy, you like a MUGGLE," he laughed.
I was glad no one could hear us. He was talking quite loudly, but we could barely hear each other. Another roar of thunder filled the sky. "You owe me," I said, glaring at him.
He glared back. "You would have done the same if it was me," he said, and flew off.
Damn Crabbe. He suggested it. I flew off looking for it. A piece of gold glinted in the corner of my eyes. The snitch! I leaned on my broom and charged to where I had seen it. Potter! He was right behind me. I had to get the snitch before him. I rushed it with my hand outstretched. Potter's hand was inches away from mine. I leaned farther out, but Potter was faster than me. Damn him. I flew closer to Potter and reached out again. He seemed upset that I was so close to him. "Too close for comfort Potter?" I smiled and made a swipe at the snitch.
He glared at me and also made a swipe. He hit one of the wings, causing it to drop quickly. Both of us chased it to the ground. He pushed me lightly, and I fell off the broom and brushed my face against the ground. Stones cut into my face. Fuck. I looked up to see Potter holding the snitch. Dammit. I lost in two places. I hoped Rosie was still waiting for me. Potter put out his hand. "Need a help up?" he asked.
I swatted at his hand. "I don't need YOUR help Potter," I said, scrunching up my nose.
I forced myself up. My uniform was covered in mud. I quickly went up to my quarters and changed into muggle-looking clothes. I took the flu powder and left immediately. I was too frustrated to talk to anyone anyway. I greeted the store clerk. He smiled. "Thanks again," I said, and walked briskly out of the store.
Shit it was raining here too; I was going to be soaked. I walked to the same bench. She was sleeping on it. "Well, fuck," I cursed at the sleeping girl.
At least she waited for me. She was wearing a different shirt, but the same jeans; not that it mattered, she still looked nice. I lifted her head, sat down and placed it against my leg. She muttered something about cheese and rubbed her face. I put my hand above her face. How on earth could she sleep through this rain? She twitched lightly and the rain beat against me. I didn't want to wake her up, but I didn't want her to sleep in the rain. I tapped her lightly on the nose. "Screw off, I don't want your money," she said, swatting at my hand.
"Well, I kind of hoped you were free," I said.
She opened her eyes. "Well, Mr. Draco. You are late," she said.
She sat up and moved away from my leg. "Mr. Draco?" I said, realizing that she didn't know my last name. I chuckled lightly. "Malfoy, sorry. Draco Malfoy," I said.
I smiled and looked at her. She frowned, trying to be upset with me. "Malfoy?" she questioned. "Sounds important."
I rubbed my forehead in frustration. "I'm really sorry. I had a sport I forgot about... and I can't exactly say I'm busy so they have to postpone the game. It's a boarding school. I'm not allowed to leave, but I do. So, I had to wait until I could bolt," I said, looking at her again.
Rain dropped off of her lifeless hair. "You ditch school for me?" she asked, looking at her immobile feet.
"Of course," I said. "How else was I supposed to get you the flowers?"
She smiled lightly and closed her eyes for a moment, as if she was searching for what words to say. "Did you win at least?" she asked.
I frowned. "Nope, did a face plant," I said, pointing to my cheek.
She looked up to my cheek. "Awe, you poor thing," she moved closer to me.
I felt myself blush. "It's nothing," I said and ran my hand against my cheek.
She grabbed my hand fiercely. "Don't touch it," she said.
"What?" I asked, looking at my hand.
It was covered in green. "Your hair is running," she said.
"Crap," I wiped my hands on my pants. "I'm sorry."
She smiled. "It's okay. You should read about what's in the dye. You probably don't want to touch your cuts," she said, looking at my hand.
"You're so smart," I said.
I want to hug her, but we were both soaked. If we were both soaked why did it matter? I didn't hug her... I mauled her. I wrapped both of my arms around her waist and, since I didn't pay attention to how much force I used, I pushed her down on the bench. She laughed lightly and push me off. "You really need to lose weight," she joked.
"Do you want to go someplace?" I asked.
She smiled and rubbed her arm awkwardly. "I don't know. I've ... I've been too long," she looked behind her.
Damn, she's probably seeing someone else. "Alright... should I just leave then?" I asked.
I stood up and stretched. I looked at her. I'm sure it wasn't a good look because it looked as if she was going to cry. "No... no... I mean... I like it here," she said and stood up beside me.
Could I take her back with me? She could hide in my room. Obviously I couldn't, she's a muggle. She can't find out. "I'm glad you do," I smiled. "You spend a lot of time here."
She shrugged. "No place else to go," she smiled back. "But I like it when you're here."
I sat back down. "What'd you do when you're here?" I asked.
The rain was becoming less. Damn pathetic fallacy. She sat down beside me, close beside me. "I observe," she smiled.
"The birds?" I asked. "With little pieces of bread?"
She chuckled lightly and kissed my cheek lightly. "What do you think I was doing when you walked into the record store?" she asked.
"Listening to the listening booth. I couldn't not see you," I smiled and held her hand.
She smiled back lightly. "I was observing. I like to see how people interact and what they do all the time. Do you know how often some people look behind themselves when they are walking. Very, very few do. Do you know how many people should? A lot," she wasn't even giving me a chance to answer. "I think too many people talk, and not enough listen."
I looked around. "You're probably right," I said. She scoffed. "How much time do you think I spend on this bench? 'Cause I can guarantee you'll be wrong," she said; I think she was frustrated.
"You should spend less time on this bench and more time with me," I smiled.
She shoved me lightly. "Selective hearing," she said.
"What?" I asked.
"You have selective hearing," she said.
"Well, I know I'm very attractive," I smiled.
She hit me this time. "Have you heard anything I've said?" she laughed.
"Of course," I said. "I was just trying to make you laugh."
She raised an eyebrow. "Why?"
"Pretty smile," I said.
She blushed shyly and looked away. "Are you going to come tomorrow?" she asked.
I frowned. Practice. "I've got practice, so I'll be later. How does five sound?" I asked.
She smiled and looked at me. "It sounds good," she said. "Try not to get hurt."
"It's rare when that happens," I said and slid my arm around her.
Rosie poked me lightly, "Are you trying to make a move on me?"
I cuddled up close to her. "Yes," I said. "Do you deny me this?"
She leaned in. Rain dripped from her eyelashes. I watched her black eyes watch my gray ones. Her eyes started to close. "Malfoy!" a voice from behind me shouted.
"Dammit Potter, can't you see I'm busy?" I shouted at him.
Her eyes opened and looked at him standing near us. Fuck. "I'm sorry Malfoy, I can CLEARLY see that. But you were missing at mealtime and ... well... you're going to be caught. You have to go. NOW," he said.
Why was Potter coming to my rescue? "Go," she said quietly. "I want to be able to see you tomorrow."
I smiled at her and kissed her lightly on the lips. "I'll see you tomorrow," I said.
She waved while Potter and I ran into the store. He stood in the fireplace, to go first. "Thanks... Harry," I said.
He smiled and quickly disappeared. I followed. I appeared back in the chimney of my own chambers. Goyle and Crabbe were waiting for me. "Quick, into your room. Snape's coming," Goyle said, and shoved me into our room.
"Mr. Malfoy," a silky voice said. "Why are you covered in soot, soaking wet and wearing muggle clothes?"
A small smile appeared on Professor Snape's face. "I was out for a walk," I said.
"How on earth could you have been out for a walk? It's past curfew and I was out making sure there was no one breaking the rules," he said.
"We could have been at different parts of the school," I said.
He came close to me, too close. "Where the hell have you been Malfoy?" he asked, obviously getting very angry.
The Mr. had been dropped from my name. "Out for a walk," I glared at him.
"In those clothes?" he said.
"Yes," I responded.
"Why?"
"They're comfortable," I said.
He clenched a fist and turned around. "Mr. Malfoy," he said. I couldn't see his face. "I WILL find out where you have been going. I WILL catch you. And when I find out, you have no idea the trouble that you WILL be in."
He quickly left the room. "What's up his ass?" Goyle asked.
"Probably Potter," Crabbed chuckled.
They laughed together, and I almost joined in. "Potter saved my ass today. He came to get me... did you guys tell him to?" I asked.
Both of them shook their heads in unison. "Nope," Goyle said.
"Well, I think I'll be a little nicer to him," I muttered and walked into the bathroom. I noticed Crabbe start to open his mouth. "And I AM seeing her tomorrow," I said and slammed shut the bathroom door.

A/N: Okay, here's the deal, now that I've thought about it. Next chapter will solve the Percy questions, and the chapter after that will say more about Rosie's past. Thanks for reading.