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Rosie's P.O.V.
Dances enthusiastically Thanks sooo much for all the reviews! It's much appreciated! So I apologize to Nadin for this, but it's been planned forever, so I hope she likes it anyway. I was kind of worried about the feminine products reactions, but everyone seemed to enjoy it. Sorry I finished this chapter yesturday morning, but they were having difficulties, and I stayed up until 1 am, but oh well. So I apologize that it is later than I hoped. I wish I wrote this one from Draco's POV, but I hope you like it anyway.
The Black Rose
Chapter Thirteen: Turning Away
I stepped out of the shower, hearing Draco say, "Nothing."
The products seem to fly into the bathroom. I quickly dressed myself and sat down on the floor against the door. He was talking to the same man that had grabbed his pants. "It just stopped, the shower I mean," he said.
I pushed my ear against the door. He sounded so familiar. "That is odd," Draco said.
"Who else is in the room Malfoy?" the man asked.
"No one," Draco 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?"
Fuck, he sounded like my father. "I don't know what you're talking about," Draco 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 said, very upset.
I stepped away from the door. Was I just a pet? I barely knew him. It wasn't fair to him if I was causing a lot of trouble. I turned around to face the door as it opened. "Rosie?" my father asked, with a very worried look on his face.
"Who are you?" I asked, crossing my arms.
He grabbed my arm, but not hard. "Don't be smart with me Rosie. Your mother's worried sick," he said.
"Ran out of guys to keep her company?" I pulled away from him and stepped back.
He seemed offended, but of course he would be. "I wouldn't know," he copied me by stepping back.
Even if he was going to say something else, I made sure he couldn't. "Of course you wouldn't know. You're never home," I glared at him.
He returned my glare with a blank black stare. "How exactly do you expect me to be home? I work at a boarding school, to bring home money for YOU," he said.
"I've been out on the street for quite some time, do you think money really matters?"
He shook his head. "Not to you, you're just a child," he said.
"Do you even know me?" I asked.
"No, and I regret not knowing you, but I can't just stop work, and I'm not going to."
"Are you going to tell mom?" I looked to the ground.
He laughed lightly. "I'll have to. She was so worried that she came here and caused all these problems. It was horrible," he shook his head.
I noticed Draco watching from a distance. "Do I have to go home?" I asked.
"Did you really think you could stay here?" he asked.
I looked around frantically. "I'll run again," I said.
He laughed victoriously. "It's winter, you'll freeze to death. Don't think Mr. Malfoy will save you; he'll be lucky if he even gets to stay at school," he said.
Draco spoke up. "If I don't stay at school then I'll be able to see her," he said.
My father turned around to glare at him. "Do you think that you are the problem? That's rather arrogant of you. Do you really think it's a good idea for my daughter to be wandering in the streets giving out ten-dollar blowjobs? I know she hasn't yet, but I don't want anything to happen to her," he turned to face me. "I realize that you're unhappy Rosie, but running away isn't the best answer. Your mother and I wanted to ask about you going to a boarding school? She told me you dropped out, but if you go to a boarding school, you'll see her a lot less and we'll be home at the same time."
That did sound good. "Can I think about it?" I asked.
"At home?" he responded.
I nodded. "Yeah."
He smiled at me. "Okay," he said.
I walked from the bathroom and my father followed me. I stopped him. "Can I say goodbye to Draco?" I asked.
He gave me an eye roll. "Fine, I'll be waiting outside," he said and walked from the room.
Draco handed me my bag. "So... you're leaving?" he asked.
I nodded and took the bag. "Yeah."
He looked at me. "Just like that?"
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"Because I have to," I said.
"And you're not running again?" he asked.
"Probably not."
We were quiet for a moment. "So... Rosie Snape," he said.
He seemed to be lost in thoughts. "Draco Malfoy," I smiled.
He smiled weakly back. "I guess I'll see you around then?" he asked.
"Of course," I smiled at him.
He shoved out his hand for me to shake. I hugged him. His outstretched arm quickly went around my back. "I'm gonna miss you," he said.
I buried my face in his chest. "I'll miss you too. Thanks for... well... everything," I said.
Reluctantly, I let go of him. "It was my pleasure," he smiled.
He took one of the roses from my bag. "Bye," I said.
"See you later," he corrected as I walked from the room.
I should have wished him luck. I should have hugged him again. "Ready to go?" my dad asked, putting his arm around me.
I nodded. "Yeah," I smiled up at him.
I turned my head slightly and watched Draco watch me leave. An older female teacher stopped to talk to him. "Don't worry about him," my dad said. "Professor McGonnigal will go easy on him."
I smiled weakly at him and turned my head away from Draco Malfoy.