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Rosie's P.O.V.
And it's the home stretch... I don't want to beg for reviews, so... I'll just briefly mention it... Just so long as people are reading. I do appreciate the ones I got though. Anyways, It's going slowly, but it is going. This one is short, and I'll have the next chapter up later today, so I'm sorry that it's short and a cliffhanger. You may want to hold off reading it until the next chapter is posted. So I hope you enjoy it.
The Black Rose
Chapter Eleven: Stomach Pains
I yawned and turned over in my bed. Bed? Was someone shaking me? I turned over and cursed loudly at the boy shaking me, "Fuck off."
"We're going to classes. If anyone comes into the room just go into the hiding spot, okay?" Draco said.
I nodded drowsily at him. "Okay," I said. "Have fun."
I heard him leave the room. I turned over on the bed. Where the fuck was I? I sat up quickly and almost hit my head. How high was I? I looked down to see the other bed beneath me. I jumped down quickly and decided to request a lower bunk for the next night. My memory quickly came back as I stepped into the bathroom. Draco had left some of his clothes out for me. Thankfully, a belt was placed with his jeans. I had showered the night before, so when I heard the door start to unlock, I wasn't too upset. I had gone longer without bathing. I quickly grabbed Draco's clothes and opened the top cupboard. I heard my breathing quicken as I stepped onto the counter. I moved the roof in the cupboard over and climbed up as fast as I could. I moved the top back into place and laid down on top of it. Did I forget to shut the door?
"Mr. Malfoy's room is probably where the powder is hidden," a man said.
A woman sighed. "Is it really that important?" she asked.
"Of course," their voices drew closer. "He keeps escaping, and we don't know what he's doing," the man seemed very frustrated.
They were quiet for a moment. I guessed that they noticed the open cupboard. "You think it's in there?" she asked.
Again they were both quiet, as I tried to be. I put all my weight against the roof, although I had very little on me. I felt someone push up against it. I closed my eyes and held my breath. "Damn it all. There's something blocking it," the man said.
Damn? His voice seemed so familiar. I felt sick. He kept pushing against the top. At least I thought it was the man. "Probably the powder," she said.
My body was being pressed against the ceiling of the small alcove I hid in. Don't throw up. Don't throw up. I noticed his hand slide in through the opening. It reached up to grab me, but I dodged quickly out of the way. "I can't feel anything," he muttered.
He reached to grab me again. I grabbed a bag behind me and blocked with it. Shit, what was that? Cocaine? He grabbed the bag. "Ah hah!" he shouted with glee.
"What?" the woman asked.
"I found some?" he said.
I was almost positive he was smiling. He let go of the board I was sitting on. I let out a sigh. "What was that?" she asked.
Shit. Stay quiet. "What was what?" he asked.
"Nothing," she said. "Never mind."
I let out a sigh after I was positive that they left. I changed into Draco's clothes, but thought twice before I left. I decided to stay hiding, in case I fell asleep. I jabbed one of the bags, trying to decide what the powder was inside of the bags. What was I doing here anyway? I barely knew Draco. At least if I was on the street I'd be in the open, and I wouldn't be blamed for whatever the bags were. My stomach rumbled making me curl into the fetal position. Shit.