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Draco's P.O.V.

And here's the second half. I hope you like it. Oh and it is another cliffhanger. Anyways... the next chapter is the second last one. I think I've got it all planned out. Enjoy!

The Black Rose

Chapter Twelve: Mysterious Friend

I slunk away from the yelling Professor McGonnigal. Luckily, she hadn't noticed me yet, but had caught Crabbe and Goyle. Would they blame me? Probably. I walked into my room. Did they find Rosie too? I looked around. Fuck. Where is she? The cupboard was still open. "Rosie?" I asked into the hole.
"Draco?" she poked her head out. "I'm sorry."
She was crying. "It's okay," I said. "Come on," I shoved out my hand to help her out.
I saw her shake her head. "I think I'm gonna stay here," she sobbed.
"What? What's wrong?" I sat down on the counter and looked up at her.
She stuttered. "They- They- They-"she seemed very nervous.
"Who?"
"A man and a woman, I don't know who they were, I didn't see them," she said. "They... they... took your crack cocaine or whatever."
"Stop," I said. "My what?"
My mind was going a mile a minute. I didn't have drugs. "The powder. I don't know what it is," she sighed lightly.
I guessed she was calming down, but what powder did she mean? "The flu powder?" I asked. "It's what I used to see you."
She shook her head. "I don't understand, but it doesn't matter," she was calm, but was still quite upset. "They got your pants."
"My... pants...?" I asked raising an eyebrow. "I don't think that matters."
She blushed bright red. "Well... I kind of claimed them..." she said. "I'm really sorry."
"What happened to them?" I asked.
"I'm... going to need feminine products," she said.
"That doesn't answer my question," I said.
"Yes, yes it does," she watched my reaction.
Fuck. She had to be kidding. "You're joking right?" I asked.
"No... it's... early..." she said. "I'm really sorry."
"I know you are. I'll go get some," I said. "Don't worry, and stay there."
"Okay," she said. "Hurry back."
I rushed out of the room. Who could I go ask? Who wouldn't tell on me? Granger. I went to find her and poked my head into the library. The trio sat together looking over a book. I walked up to them. "I need to talk to Granger," I said, without much thought.
"Well, I'm content with her here," Ron Weasley stepped up to stare me down.
"Even love-birds need space," I smiled to mock him.
"Is that why you're dating a muggle?" Potter decided to join in. "So you never have to see her?" he said.
I looked down. "You know I see her Potter, but I need to talk to..." Mudblood... "Hermione," I said.
"Why can't they stay?" she asked.
"I guess they can, but can I trust them?" I asked.
"Can we trust you?" Weasley asked.
I shrugged. "Whatever. Hermione, do you have any feminine products?" I asked.
Ron started to laugh in unison with Harry. Fuck them. "Maybe we should talk in private," Hermione said, raising an eyebrow. "Walk with me."
She grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the library. "Okay," I said.
"Why the hell do you want feminine products?" she asked.
I rubbed the back of my neck. Was my face getting red? "Maybe you should come to my room," I said. "If you don't mind."
She thought about it for a second. "Yeah, sure," she said. "What the hell."
I noticed Snape wandering through the halls. "We should hurry," I said.
She rushed behind me and followed me into the common room. I opened the door to my bedroom and pushed her in, locking the door behind me. "So, why do you need feminine products?" she asks, crossing her arms.
I pulled her into the bathroom. "My friend," I opened the cupboard and then the hiding spot. "She needs them. I wasn't sure what to do."
Rosie looked down and poked her head out. "Rosie?" Hermione questioned.
At least they remembered each other. "Hi," she said shyly.
"Well, Harry was wrong," Hermione said. "Wait here and I'll go get the products."
"Hold on," I said. "I don't think I can wait here. They already caught Crabbe and Goyle."
"Why are they after you?" Hermione asked.
I felt my face turn red. "We were hiding flu powder," I said.
"Well what are we supposed to do?" she asked.
"I can go home," Rosie said.
"What?" I asked.
"Well, not home, but back to my bench. I've been thinking... I would like to just go to my bench," she said. "If it isn't any trouble."
Hermione quickly took control of the situation. "Why are you here Rosie?" she asked.
"I don't know," Rosie responded. Hermione glared in my direction. "No, I mean. I know. Draco didn't kidnap me. He offered, and I accepted."
I nodded quickly, in agreement. "And why did you offer Draco?" Hermione asked.
"Because it was snowing, and I knew I'd have a harder time seeing her. I didn't want anything to happen to her," I said.
Hermione shook her head. "Are you two stupid? You're going to get expelled and I don't want to be expelled from helping," she said.
"Can I just have the pads then?" Rosie said.
"No," Hermione said. "You are both insane."
Rosie suddenly got very upset. "Listen Ms. Granger. I have had a very bad day. I have hid in this damn space for most of the day. I am bleeding in a very awkward place. I am grumpy and I would like to leave. I cannot leave until I have feminine products. I do not care about the powder or whatever the hell Draco is hiding up here. I just want to go back to my bench," she said and glared.
"Fine," Hermione crossed her arms. "Wait here."
I watched her leave. "She's not coming back," I said.
"Then what the hell am I supposed to do?" she asked.
I shook my head. "I don't know," I said.
"Can you leave?" she asked. "I'll shower."
"Okay," I nodded.
I left as she started to climb down from the cupboard. I shut the door. "Do you really want to leave?" I asked her.
"Maybe," she said. "I'm not doing well here. I'm causing problems. It'd be fine if I was just out on the street. You could see me once a week."
"But I don't want too," I said.
"I've got to shower. Do you think you could find her?" she asked.
"Yeah, I'll be back," I said. "Keep the door locked."
"Okay," she said and turned on the shower.
I rushed out both of the rooms and bolted down the hallway. "Where's the fire Mr. Malfoy?" Professor Snape grabbed my arm.
"I'm sorry Professor Snape, but I have to run," I said.
I didn't give him a chance to answer. If he really needed to talk to me, he'd cast a spell on me. I ran face first into Hermione. She actually had the products. "You were actually helping me?" I asked.
"Yeah," she nodded. "Do you need anything else?"
"No," I looked at her for a moment. She smiled. "Thank you."
"It's not problem," she said and handed me the bag.
I ran off back into my room. Snape was sitting on my bed. "Mr. Malfoy, I'm glad to have caught you this time," a small smirk appeared on his face. "What, exactly, are you doing with feminine products?"
I felt my face turn red. "Nothing," I said and threw them into the bathroom.
I shut the door quickly. She was out of the shower. "It just stopped," the smirk stayed on his face. "The shower, I mean."
I sat down beside the door. "That is odd," I said.
"Who else is in the room Malfoy?" he asked.
"No one," I said. "I put a timer on the shower."
"Bullshit," he said. "Professor McGonnigal and I found the pants. We're doing a blood test on them now. Did you kidnap someone? Or just pick up a homeless person?"
I crossed my arms. "I don't know what you're talking about," I said.
"Do you think she's your pet Malfoy? That you can just hide in your room. That's a real person! We found the flu powder and now we need to talk to you about her," he glared at me.
Fuck. "How'd you know it was a girl?" I asked.
"I put two and two together. Blood... pads. It makes sense. We should take her home. Is she a muggle?" he asked.
I looked away from him. "She wants to go home anyway," I said.
"Then let's take her home," he said.
I nodded and opened the door. Rosie turned around, fully clothed. "Rosie?" Snape asked.