Disclaimer: Psht! I can't own HP unless I'm JKR, which I am not, so obviously… gets distracted
A/N: My laptop's fixed my laptop's fixed my laptop, laptop, laptop's fixed! does a happy jig By the way, this chapter is short for a reason, I'll post the other half in a little while. ;)
Rose led them into Synergy first. She came here almost every month, except last month, since she had been a bit busy. The music was loud, but it was dance music, and the people here loved to dance. After Rose kind of explained what was going on to the perplexed looking wizards and Hermione, Rose went out to dance. She immediately went to the middle of the group and began dancing with Matt (the lead guitar in her band), who she had always been great friends with.
Draco, Ron, Hermione and Harry looked on with awe at the kind of dancing being done, while Liv went over to join a smaller group of people she had met the first time Rose had brought her to Synergy.
"What in the world is Rose doing?" said Hermione, the only one brave enough to mention it.
"I…don't really know…she said she was going to dance…but I've never seen dancing like that before…," Harry said, looking concerned about the whole thing.
"Who is that muggle she's dancing with?" Draco questioned, trying very hard, and failing, to hide his jealousy.
Everyone smirked at him. "Hey Draco, got a thing for my niece?" Ron joked.
"No! I just don't know if she should be doing…that," he said, his eyes widening as he saw another person join Rose and Matt.
"Uh… hmm, neither do I…," responded Hermione, sounding a little intrigued and confused at the same time.
Liv watched the others as they became more and more bewildered while watching Rose dance. Liv almost laughed out loud; Rose could dance pretty dirty sometimes, but she was great. She could dance to anything and her dancing always seemed to attract peoples attention. Matt had always been her dance partner. Ever since Liv had been going to Hogwarts, she had noticed that Matt and Rose were good friends, but she knew that they weren't, and could never be, anything more. They loved each other like brother and sister, and that would probably never change. However, despite the fact that they didn't like each other "like that" they certainly put on a good show. They just had a good time with it and let lose.
Rose was thoroughly enjoying herself. She loved to dance, just let everything out. Despite the fact that she knew her dancing was very "sexual," she didn't consider it inappropriate. She glanced at Draco, Harry, Ron, and Hermione and let out a small laugh. They were completely dumbstruck, undoubtedly at how close she was to her dance partner. She was really super close, rubbing up against him, but she wasn't trying to do anything, and they both knew it. She walked over to Draco and pulled him in. He was extremely startled, and looked somewhat afraid, which made Rose laugh again.
"Come on, Draco, let's dance. It's fun! Just feel the rhythm," she explained. Rose started to dance with him lightly (not too heavy on the "sexual content" lol), bringing him closer into the crowd. As soon as he got the beat, Rose started to really dance with him. He was a little reluctant at first, but as soon as he got the hang of it, Rose could tell he was comfortable. She liked dancing with Draco. He was actually pretty good. Rose got closer, and they danced together in perfect unison.
Pretty soon, although neither of them noticed, an open circle formed around the two as people turned to watch them dance. Ron, Hermione, Harry, and even Liv were somewhat surprised, but as soon as the song ended and Draco and Rose realized that they were being watched, they separated, blushing.
"I…uh… you're a great dancer," Rose said to Draco, slight shyness audible in her voice.
"You are too…uh…thanks," he replied, shy as well.
After an awkward pause, Rose said that she was going to go outside for some air, and Draco agreed to meet her there in a minute.
Rose stepped outside, behind the building. There was no one else outside besides her. It wasn't cold at all, but she felt a slight shiver go up her spine and a feeling of foreboding. In an instant, she knew why.
She was suddenly pressed against the wall by someone. He leaned against her, getting close.
"Hey, Arabella. I like the name Arabella," he said, reading her name tag. She didn't know what possessed her to write her name as Arabella tonight, but for some reason she had done it.
"Get off me!" she shouted at the man that smelled of alcohol.
"Oh come on, Arabella, can't we have a little fun? Arabella, come on, Arabella," he said, his breath in her ear.
"No, get away from me!" she said, struggling against his grip.
"Not until I have some fun, Arabella," he replied menacingly. She screamed, but he kissed her lips bruisingly, cutting her off. She turned her head to the side and screamed some more. She screamed loudly, but no one was there to hear her and no one came. He was getting closer, smothering her, choking her. She screamed again, but this time there was an answer.
Out of nowhere, a falcon dove down, tearing at the man's skin and pecking at his face. Rose heard nothing but the words, "Run, go now, I've come to help."
She had nothing else to do, so she ran. She had left the car at the boat parking lot, and that was at least a good two miles away, but she ran it anyways. She couldn't risk the man catching up to her. She let her thoughts drift when she hit her "click" where she could run without soreness and without thinking about it. About 13 minutes later, she could see the parking lot. She was approaching the car, she was feet from the door, when all of a sudden, there was no door, no sidewalk, no anything. Everything was black.
