A/N: This is mainly a conversation between Harry and Rose, or as others would prefer, a heart-to-heart talk! Anyway, hope you guys enjoy this one! R&R! Oh, by the way, a tip: read this particular chapter slowly for dramatic effect, all right? I mean, this chapter's kinda sentimental, so you have to get the feel of a "senti" moment. Okay, for my reply to your reviews...

To Pherusa: Sorry for the confusion in the nurse thingy! What I meant by "pokemon nurse" was the human nures who takes care of pokemon. Sorry about that. And in the eighth chapter, most of it was really Rose's thoughts, and just the text in quotation marks ("...") are the speech, made by her or others, but it's distinguishable if she's speaking 'cause of the punk talk, 'right? And the mission stuff will be told in later chapters just as well, hang on there. Erm, did I say ROse had caretakers? Her life outside school will be told soon in a new chapter... winx

To NataNly: I hope I got your name right. Anyways, thanks for reviewing and please keep on reading, 'right?

To Mandrin Orange: It's not really hard, is it? And I appreciate the constructive criticism. Am gonna try to place in a chapter for Harry's POV and Draco's POV as well, but not right away just as you requested. grin Keep on reading, 'right?

To Cubster:You got me convinced, 'right? Hahah... Anyways, yeah, I kinda thought so too, but I think I was too lazy to prolong the game, sorry about that. Next time, it'll be longer and more detailed, and I promise Harry will get a good fight. Do ya want him to win? Hmmm... grin Keep on reading, 'right?

To StarryEyedStara: Would you like to know Harry's or Draco's POV for that matter? smile

To you guys, thanks for reviewing and making my lfie meaningful at the mometn, because Chemistry is driving me crazy and my only refuge is and you guys! Hahah... Anyways, here's chapter 9 and sorry for the crappy title, if that's what you think. Hope you guys enjoy this next try...

Chapter 9: Ocean Blue

Harry gently stroked his fingers through Rose's hair, careful to not wake her up. He had already been sitting on her bed for thirty minutes, and she seemed to have not felt him at all.

She turned. She was now facing Harry. Harry now ran his hand from her forehead to her hair and back again.

She had been lying across, her body perpendicular to the length of the bed. Harry guessed she just collapsed right onto it. He estimated that Rose had been sleeping there for almost six hours. She must be really tired, Harry thought.

Rose's hand moved. She groaned. Her hands ran back and forth across the bed surface; she was reaching for her blanket. Harry took it from the corner of the bed and spread it over Rose. She became still again.

Harry gazed outside Rose's bedroom window, his hand resting on Rose's forehead. He could see moonlight and blue ocean water, an endless stretch of water surface. It matched Rose's eyes.

"Harry?"

Harry placed his sight on Rose again, and she was already awake, her ocean blue eyes staring into his emerald green ones.

"Harry, what're ya… doin'… here?" she mumbled sleepily. Harry did not know how to answer.

Why had he decided to come here anyway?

Aki-sensei let him go three in the afternoon, dismissal time. He met up with Hermione and Ron and lounged around with them for a while, telling them about the weird cold feeling he got when Rose touched him.

At dinnertime, he found Raven and asked about their emergency Quidditch team meeting, but Raven said they did not hold one that day. Rose did not show up at dinner either.

He asked Raven where Rose was, but even Raven did not know.

"Why don't you check out if she's in her dormitory?" said Raven. "Her password's 'kurai yo…' It's Japanese for 'dark night,'" she added after seeing the confused look on Harry's face.

And so, after eating his supper, Harry left Ron and Hermione at the dining hall and went up to Rose's room. And here he was. What was he doing here?

"Harry?" Rose repeated.

"I – I was just – I didn't – " Harry stuttered.

"How did you get in here?" Rose said suddenly, straightening up.

"Wh – I – I was – Raven gave me the password," Harry finished.

"Raven?" questioned Rose. "Uh…" Her sleepy tone came back and she slumped back on the bed.

"Sorry…" Harry muttered, getting up. "I – I'm going now."

"What?" said Rose, eyes closed. Harry turned back to her.

"I'm going," Harry repeated. "I didn't mean to bother you, I'm really sorry."

"Wh – no… I didn't mean… I didn't tell ya to… leave," she finished her sentence with a yawn.

"But – you were sleeping – aren't you going to – "

"'Ve already waken up…"

"Are you sure you don't need more sleep?" Harry grinned.

"Shut up."

Harry found it funny that she managed to stick out her tongue even with her sleepiness. He sat back down beside her.

"So tell me… Why're ya here?" Rose asked again.

Harry thought for a while of what to say, but realized his mind had nothing to offer as reason, so he settled with saying, "I don't know."

Rose sighed.

"Aren't you going to ask me for a real reason why I came here?"

"Why should I ask'f ya won't answer straight?"

Both of them fell silent for a few moments, and then Harry spoke.

"I found out you didn't have an emergency Quidditch meeting."

"Mmm…"

"So why'd you leave?"

"I dunno. I jus' felt like it… I jus' wanted to."

"Then I just wanted to as well."

"Wanted to what?"

"Come here… And stay."

"Stay?"

"I've been here for half an hour already."

"What've ya been doin' inside my room for thirty minutes?" Rose said, her voice sounding suspicious.

"Nothing… Just – sitting beside you… Looking at you." Harry felt his face grow hot as he spoke. Rose did not react, however. Harry did not dare look at her.

Silence.

"I wanted t'ask ya somethin'," Rose spoke.

"Ask me?"

"Yeah."

"What?"

"Y'might get mad."

"I won't."

"How sure are ya?"

"I don't know."

"So how c'n ya say ya won't get mad?"

"I don't know – why're you –!"

"Just jokin', 'right?"

"Okay, so what are you going to ask?"

"How're ya feelin'?"

"Sorry?" Harry glanced at Rose, confused.

"Can ya tell me how you're feelin' right now?" said Rose, her voice softening a bit. Harry gazed back out the window.

"I feel… Okay…" he started.

"In… what way?"

"Calm… Happy…"

Rose sat up and looked at Harry. "Why?"

"I don't know… Because I'm enjoying such an awesome scenery here?" Harry replied, not taking his eyes off outside the window. Rose laid herself back on the bed. Harry took the courage to add, "And because I'm with you."

His face grew hot again.

"Feel th'same way," he heard Rose say. He looked at her. She was speaking with her eyes closed. "I dunno why… I feel calm when I'm talkin' to ya…"

"Can I ask you something now?" Harry gulped as he spoke.

"Yeah."

"Why're you nice to me?"

Rose leaned on her elbows and looked Harry in the eye.

"I mean, people say you're – mean and everything… But I don't see that…"

Rose remained silent.

"Why?"

"I dunno… I guess am jus' – comfortable with ya? I dunno, man! Don't ask me hard questions, 'right?" Rose laughed lazily, sleepiness still obvious in her voice. She laid down again.

"Fine," Harry smiled, more to himself.

"C'n we… sleep… now?" said Rose in between more yawns.

"What?"

"Sleep…"

Harry looked at Rose. She had her eyes closed, and was in a position that looked as if she was ready to sleep again

"I'll go then," said Harry.

"No…" mumbled Rose, her words becoming harder to understand. "Stay… with me…"

"But – but – "

"Sleep here," said Rose, pulling on Harry's hand.

And then Harry felt the sudden chill again. He staggered sideways and fell on the bed. He pulled his hand away from Rose's and the chill went away. Rose opened her eyes and looked at him, alarmed, but he grinned.

"It's nothing," he said. "Good night."

"'Night," said Rose, closing her eyes.

He reached for Rose's hand this time. He did not feel cold. He realized what was happening, and decided that maybe staying with Rose was not such a bad idea anyway.

A/N: There. Finished. Sounds good? Tell me in your review. Down right yucky? Tell me in your review. Everyone got it? Okay. Chill! Review, people! Til next chapter! \m/ punks not dead