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Draco's P.O.V.

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The Black Rose

Chapter Fourteen: The Black Rose

Fuck them. I don't need them. All I had was negative thoughts in my mind as I left the school one last time. I ran away from the school as I did all my other problems. Who cares anymore? School's over, friendships are bound to end. I saw the bench as thoughts of Rosie drifted back into my head. It had been over a year since I watched her leave with Snape.
I sat down and stretched out on the bench. I hung my head down and watched my blonde hair fall in front of my face. I played with the rose that I had taken from Rosie. I did try to talk to Professor Snape about it, several times, but he asked me to keep it as a student-teacher relationship and that his personal life was not important. It was her personal life I wanted to know about. I wanted to know if she was okay, if she had found someone to replace me. There was, however, a picture of her and him on his desk. She looked happy and I hoped she was. I just didn't want her to be happy without me. Was that self-centered of me? Probably. It was more like I wanted to be happy with her.
I shook my head and sat up from the bench – Rosie's bench. I recognized the CD behind me. I walked in listening to the friendly "ding" of the door. The man from behind the counter smiled. I walked up to him. "Is Dennis working anytime today?" I asked.
He laughed. "Dennis? I'm afraid there isn't a Dennis working here," he said. He paused for a moment. "There was one working here around a year ago, is that who you mean?"
I nodded. "Yeah," I said.
He laughed again. "He's long gone. He was fired," he said.
I stepped back. Dennis seemed like a nice guy. "May I ask why?" I asked.
He shrugged. "Probably not, but I will anyway. He was letting some bum sleep in the place. They found out through the security cameras," he responded.
"Oh, thanks," I said and walked from the store.
I looked around, trying to figure out where to go, but I ended up sitting back down on the bench. I leaned back again and watched people walk by for a while. I closed my eyes as I felt the sun's warmth against my face. Maybe I should go back to school. I still had to make a lot of decisions and there was no point of running from them now. "Are you waiting too?"
I looked up and opened my eyes. "Just trying to cool down," I muttered.
A man sat down beside me. "It's hard in this weather eh?" he said.
I smiled. "Yeah," I said. Is it normal for people to be this friendly? "What are you waiting for?" I asked.
He smiled. "A friend of mine. I owe her some money. I don't mean to be rude, but you look really familiar," he said.
"Dennis?" I asked, looking at his stretched ear piercing.
He laughed. "Fuck, it's the Malfoy boy. I was going to hit on you," he said.
I shuddered. The hell? "What?"
He turned red for a moment. "Nothing. I'm waiting for Rosie," he nudged me. "I bet you want to see her too."
He winked. "I don't know," I said, trying to hide my smile.
"Why else are you sitting on her bench?" he asked.
"Cooling down," I said.
"Ah, I remember," he said. "What happened?"
I shook my head. "I just got in a fight with my father," I said.
"Continue," he said.
It was hard not to; I wanted to vent and Dennis seemed nice enough. I rubbed my face. "I was asking my teacher about Rosie, again. He is her father. I keep trying to get a little bit of information, but I get none. Anyway, I was talking and my father came in to talk about my grade. Snape, whom was very pissed about me, mentioned that I had seen a muggle. My father was furious, since my family was purebloods. So I left," I shrugged.
He nodded. "Can I try to relate?" he asked.
"Sure," I said.
"My parents don't accept my relationship choices either. Plus, I left the whole magic thing behind. Sure it's cool and all, plus I still do use spells, but I actually enjoy interacting with muggles. They were pissed about that too. So I left. I'm not saying that's what you should do, but you don't have let your parents run your life. It is your life," he said.
"I guess..." I watched my feet.
"Just talk to her," he smiled.
"Does she even still think about me?" I asked.
He shrugged. "I don't know. I know she isn't seeing anyone," he said. "I doubt she's forgotten about you."
I smiled. "Thanks," I said.
"I'm going to leave," he said and stood up. "You should see her first."
He touched my shoulder and walked off with his hands in his pockets. It looked like he was whistling. I moved the rose from one hand to the other. I was waiting. I wanted to see her. I looked around for her, but eventually leaned back in my bench again. I turned to see Rosie talking to Dennis. She obviously found him before me. Her back was to me. Her black hair was shorter then I remembered. Her skin was very pale; I guessed she was hardly outside. What was I supposed to do? I looked away as if I wasn't interested. I waited for a while and turned to see her hugging him. They separated and walked different ways, neither being mine. I stood up and sighed. I glanced around once more as moved the rose around in my hand. It was snatched from my hands. "A single black rose?" her voice asked.
I smiled as Rosie's dark eyes looked at the rose. "It's what you wanted," I said.
She looked down and handed it back to me. "It's good," she said.
Like a fool, I accepted the rose back. "How are you enjoying boarding school?" I asked.
She shrugged. "It's school," she said. "But at least it's not home."
"That's good," I said and looked down. "Are you happy?"
She seemed offended. "What the fuck kind of question is that?"
Fuck. "I- I- I don't know. I was just asking," I said. "I was trying to be nice."
She rubbed her forehead. "No, no I'm not," she said.
"Because...?"
"I don't know. I'm just not. So fuck off already."
I stepped back, but thought twice before walking away. "I'm sorry," I said.
"Because...?" she mocked one of my statements.
"For kind of turning you in I guess," I said.
She laughed. "I was stupid, and desperate. I should apologize for turning you in. What happened with that anyway?" she asked.
Desperate? Great... "I just got in shit, that's all. A lot of detentions, but no expelling or anything," I said.
"Good," she smiled.
I watched her eyes drift to the ground. I handed her the black rose. "Here," I said.
"No, it's okay," she said, not accepting it.
A smile grew across my face. "You can't say no. You said I could take you out on a date if I brought you a single black rose," I said.
She smiled back at me, really smiled, and looked up at me. Her eyes met mine as she took the flower from me. "You win," she hugged me.
I wrapped my arms tightly around her and lifted her from the ground for a moment. "Do you know how much I've missed you?" I asked.
"No," she smiled. "Tell me; I need spoiling."
"That rose is the same one from your backpack. I revived it, and changed its colour permanently," I said. "I figured if the rose died, then so would my thoughts of you. So I kept it and waited for you to return."
She looked up. "I think that wins you two dates," she said and kissed me.