A/N: This is a week later, mentioned it so that you guys could relate to the jump of events. And more Japanese. And it's short, due to lack of time. R&R!

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Chapter 11: Draco's Desire

"Good you're here. I need you to sign the schedules for the Quidditch matches. You realize it's the start of the competition next week?" Raven said, shuffling beside Rose as they went down the corridor with Harry, Ron, and Hermione behind them.

"I know, 'right? Ya don't've to remind me ev'ryday."

"I'm just making sure you know. We can't afford to lose, Rose. It's our final year. We have to leave a legacy."

"Leave a leg'cy for you' flings in the lower years, ya mean."

"What?"

"I think Rose was just joking there, weren't you, Rose?" Hermione cut in, sliding between Rose and Raven. "Listen, why don't Ron, Raven and I go to the common room, right?"

Harry was startled at how Hermione was taking discreet but drastic measures to get him and Rose to be alone. The previous week, Hermione had been startled to hear that Harry had not taken any action regarding his feelings for Rose, and she seemed to have sworn to herself the duty of making Harry and Rose end up together.

Rose had just got back from the outside Muggle world after her weeklong absence from the school.

-- Flashback –

"How come Rose's not here yet?" Ron asked three nights into Rose's absence. They were sitting in the common room, enjoying their leisure time.

"She can't leave the Muggles all of a sudden," Raven said. The three gave her a questioning look. "You know, she can't show up on a concert and then suddenly disappear. Muggles will become curious what she does when she's not at the surface. Thus, the risk of exposing the magical world."

"That's what I wanted to ask you. How does Rose's singing protect the magical community?" Harry asked.

"What? Who told you that?"

"Er, I don't' remember."

"You don't remember or you just implied it?" Raven grinned. "It has nothing to do with anything, Harry. It's just a joke."

"So why does she sing?" Hermione now asked.

"Because she likes to," Raven replied with a simple smile. "It's not in Rose Ashworth's character, I know, but if there's one thing she has a passion for, it's creating music."

-- End of Flashback –

"So, we're going now, we'll meet you later, all right?" Hermione yelled as she dragged Raven and Ron away from Harry and Rose. Both stared.

"Harry, I dunno if am in the righ' pos'tion to say this but – "

"There you are, Rose," said Draco Malfoy's voice from behind them. He approached Rose and acted as if Harry weren't there.

Thankfully, Malfoy performed his revenge yet on Harry, for the supposedly "Night Incident," every student had entitled the night when Harry slept in Rose's dormitory, for the rumor, somehow spread, so that everyone in Bridgework knew just what Malfoy was fuming about. Malfoy did the usual terrorism; snide comments, smirks, and trying to trip Harry in the corridors, but he had not done any specific attack for the issue regarding Harry and Rose.

"Draco, I thought ya were goin' to wait for us in the library?" Rose asked innocently.

Malfoy glared at Harry before replying. "I decided to find you, just to know you're safe."

Payback time, Harry Potter, Harry thought sourly to himself. Sure, Malfoy did not confront him. The best bite back at Harry was to embarrass him in front of Rose.

"Safe?" Rose blinked.

"I think we should go, Rose," said Harry, competing for Rose's attention. Rose nodded and the three of them set off down the corridor.

It was with best and worst luck that Harry was grouped for an assignment in their Potions class, and he supposed Malfoy could only agree. Best, since Harry would have done anything to be grouped with Rose, and because Rose was a genius at Potions, and Potions was Malfoy's best subject. Worst, because the mere presence of Malfoy made Harry's blood boil.

Rose swiped an electronic card through a small box beside the door with flashing tiny lights before entering the library.

It looked the complete opposite of the library Harry had used so many times at Hogwarts. In fact, it looked more like a disoriented bedroom more than anything else, except there weren't any beds.

Coffee tables around the place were scattered with books that were lying open. Harry wondered whether Bridgework had ever heard of a librarian.

"O genki desu ka? Nani?" a plump little woman appeared from behind one of the bookshelves, peering at the three of them.

"A, watashi-tachi wa – "

"A, hai! Gakusei, neh? Agaru, agaru kudasai."

The woman who reminded Harry of Mrs. Weasley ushered them deep into the forest of scattered books. He had no idea what the woman had said, and looking at Malfoy, he guessed he had none too. But Rose, having learned Japanese, motioned for them to sit down at one of the tables.

"Daijobu, Ruri-sensei. Domo," Rose said in her usual fluent Japanese. The woman walked away with a smile. "So," Rose started, placing her hands on her lap. "Down tah business."

Harry wondered whether their meeting was going to be productive at all. He was trying to endure Malfoy's burning stares, but felt that if, by the end of their meeting, Harry and Malfoy had not engaged in a fistfight, it would be a complete miracle.

"'Re ya two 'right?" Rose asked, waking Harry up from his thoughts.

"What?" Harry asked, confused.

"What?" Malfoy asked obnoxiously.

"'T's jus' that ya two've been starin' at each other for, wha', two minutes now? Don't tell me ya two're fightin' again?"

"We do this all the time," Malfoy said through gritted teeth, not taking his eyes off Harry.

"Shut up, Malfoy. We're supposed to do a group project here," Harry hissed.

"'Kay, y'know what? This is not goin' to do us any good. Let's reset this and do the project some other time, 'right?"

Harry nodded, not taking his eyes off Malfoy. Malfoy was still staring at Harry when he got up.

Rose got up and started walking towards the door. Harry and Malfoy followed. As soon as they got out, however, Malfoy grabbed Rose's arm rather harshly.

"Can we talk?" said Malfoy, sounding as if he was demanding and not asking for a favor.

"Yeah, sure," Rose replied indifferently. "Later, Harry," she gave Harry a tap on the arm, and waved, before the two of them walked away, Malfoy's hand still on Rose's upper arm. They turned a corner and were out of sight.

Harry started walking down the other direction. He was wondering what Malfoy wanted to talk about with Rose. He felt an itch on his arm. Trying to scratch it, he felt a piece of material stuck inside his polo. He reached into the sleeve and found a neatly folded piece of paper.

Follow us. Tell him you forgot to ask me something. We need to talk. Again.

Harry wheeled around. He started walking towards the direction Rose and Malfoy went. Approaching, he heard strange shuffling noises. Turning towards the corridor, he found Rose pushed against the wall, Malfoy restraining her, his one hand on her nape, the other on her waist. Rose was pushing him off, but from the looks of it, he was much stronger than Rose at the moment.

Harry would have approached and punched Malfoy hard in the face, if Malfoy had not so suddenly leaned in and kissed the struggling Rose, who ceased moving out of shock, in the lips.

A/N: Short. But eventful. Hahah… Tell me your comments! Chill! \m/ punks not dead