A/N: Erm, implied. Harry and Rose are now in a relationship here. Hope it's okay with you guys? (makes sad puppy eyes) And I dunno if you guys'll like stuff that happen here, but hey it's not rated K+ for nothing. Do you think I should raise the rating? It's not that grave. I'm not good at narrating that stuff… Hahah! R&R people! And by the way, now you'll find out what's with black and white in the first place! Hope you guys like it! To reviewers of last chapter…

To tuulia: Yeah, I'm still in school but I'm not American. I'm Filipino, if you guys know even know that. Hahah... I don't think our kind is famous. Anyways, Rose is supposed to be strange, you know! Hahah... So, check out this next chapter and hope you'll like what happens... And yeah, punks not dead!

And why's this happening? Only one person's reviewed the last chapter... You guys better review of say bye-bye to Harry and Rose... Hahah! Chill! R&R guys! It's what makes me survive! By the way, regards to the new peepz who've added this fic to their favorites: Magical Wonders, Star Storm Raven, and tuulia! And to chocytwo, Metamorphmagusgirl, missnobody, and XForestxAngelX, for having this fic on their alerts list! R&R peepz!

Chapter 13: Black and White

Harry woke up. His one arm was still under Rose's head. She felt him stir. She opened her eyes.

"It's dinner time. I don't want them to think – like how they thought before – again," Harry finished his sentence uncomfortably. Rose nodded to show she understood.

She sat up. Harry felt blood rushing back into the veins in his left hand.

"Are you all right now?" he asked her. She was motionless, just in a sitting position. She nodded again. "Can you at least talk?"

"Am that noisy that stayin' silent for once makes ya think I'm not fine?"

Harry smiled. He sat up on the bed too. Rose leaned on him.

"Thanks."

He put his hand over Rose's shoulders.

"You don't have to thank me."

Harry hugged her tight. She was warm.

"Harry, why're you – Oh…" said Ron. He had burst into Harry's room without knocking, and saw Harry hugging Rose, whose eyes were closed again. "Sorry," he made to close the door again.

"Ron! Wait!"

Ron turned back. "Is she asleep?" he said in a hushed voice.

"Am not asleep, no need to sound so worried, Ron." It came to Ron as Rose's muffled voice, since Rose's face was buried into Harry's chest. Ron sniggered. "What're ya laughin' at!" Rose turned and threw a pillow at Ron. He caught it full in the face, and Harry laughed.

"Hey! No need to do that! And shut up, Harry!" Ron yelled, approaching the bed.

"We better go down before Hermione grows impatient," said Harry. Rose nodded again and slid off the bed. Ron led the way downstairs to the common room, followed by Rose and Harry.

"Ow!" Harry yelled just as Ron was about to open the door leading out to the corridor. Ron looked at him and Rose, bewildered, but Rose looked secretive at the moment and Harry looked too preoccupied. "We'll just follow, Ron. Tell Hermione that."

"Whatever you say, mate."

And Ron was gone.

"Wha' was that 'bout?" Rose asked.

"I tried asking you this ages ago but you thought I was green-minded or something," Harry said through gritted teeth. He felt the chill again when he and Rose secretly decided to hold hands behind Ron while going downstairs.

"Sorry, I don't r'member," Rose said with sarcasm.

"When you hold my hand, or try to touch any part of my body – "

"Ya feel warm?" Rose said, her voice expectant. Harry narrowed his eyes.

"No," he said, looking suspiciously at Rose.

"I didn't mean – what, now you're sayin' I'm green?" she gave a mock laugh.

"I feel the opposite." Rose's look became serious.

"Are you sure?"

"I feel cold when you touch me."

"But – why's that – how come – " Harry, for the first time, heard Rose stammer.

"Beats me," he said.

"How c'n that be?" Rose said, more to herself than to Harry. "When ya touch me… I feel warmth…" she spoke in a hushed voice. Harry stared.

"Are you serious?" It was Harry's turn to ask. Rose sat down.

"What are you two doing!" came Hermione's irritated voice. In she came, violently opening the door and then closing it with another loud bang. She saw Harry's and Rose's serious faces. "Has something happened?"

Harry sat down and told Hermione about their predicament. Hermione listened open-mouthed. Harry remembered that Hermione was rarely awestruck, since she knew a lot of things.

"I don't believe this…" she said slowly. "Are you sure? Are you serious?"

Harry grinned, and so did Rose. They had asked each other both questions as well.

"I don't believe it… So the legend really is true…"

"Hermione?" Harry asked, lost. Hermione came to some sort of realization, and Harry could not be more eager to hear it.

"Okay, I'm going to tell you about it, all right? But I need a favor from you two first."

"What sort of favor?" Harry asked.

"Can you two get up and hold hands?" Hermione said, her eyes twinkling with unexplained enthusiasm.

"What will happen?" Harry and Rose asked in unison.

"Well, I don't know! So let's try to find out!"

Harry and Rose did as Hermione had said.

"I don't want to get the chill again, honestly," Harry said to both girls as he raised a hand. Rose did not respond to his statement, though Harry thought there was guilt in her eyes. She wants to feel the warmth and she's guilty because it's at my expense, Harry thought.

"On three, then," Rose said, raising her hand as well.

Hermione counted. "One… two…"

"I need to close my eyes," Rose said.

"Yeah, I think I'll do that too," said Harry, and he rammed his eyelids shut.

"Three."

Harry felt minor chills, and felt as if his body was being electrocuted through his hands and his face, specifically, his mouth… the inside of his mouth.

"Oh god I can't watch this," he heard Hermione say under her breath.

Harry opened his eyes to see Rose doing the same, their faces alarmingly close together.

They were kissing. Both parties pulled away at the same time. Harry was still feeling the electricity in his hands and realized his fingers were still intertwined with Rose's. They pulled their hands apart.

"What jus' happ'ned?" Rose said breathlessly.

"Hermione!" Harry, breathing hard, wheeled around at Hermione, who was covering her eyes with her hands.

"I didn't know that would happen!" Hermione squealed behind her fingers. Harry pulled her hands from her face. Hermione giggled before speaking up. "That was cute, you know."

Harry was not able to respond, and his face grew hot. Rose slumped on a couch near him.

"I don't understand," Rose said quietly.

"So then I will explain, all right!" Hermione squealed again. She's clearly enjoying this, Harry thought.

Rose was motionless with concentration at what Hermione was about to explain. Harry settled on a couch too, and listened to Hermione.

"I have read stuff," Hermione began. You've read a lot, Harry thought again. "And some books say that there was an ancient prophecy regarding a dark lord, and two people destined to defeat him."

"Prophecy?" Harry repeated.

"No, no Harry. The book was talking about an ancient prophecy. Dumbledore wasn't even born at the time when that prophecy was made."

"Continue," Rose said in almost a whisper.

"So, the book says that the dark lord will be powerful, and he will have control over almost everything. Everything, except pure good, and pure evil."

Harry straightened up, alarmed. Was Hermione trying to say what he thinks she was?

"The dark lord will be evil, yes, but pure evil itself will not like how he deals with good. I think the book mentioned that… Pure evil did not wish the noise the dark lord would be causing. They preferred to work in stealth, treachery, and the like…"

Harry feared the conclusion of Hermione's discussion.

"So pure evil will decide to work with pure good, and later will betray the allegiance they made – they will make," Hermione said confusedly. "It's hard to speak about prophecies. It's confusing with the verb tenses, you know," she finished unconcernedly.

Harry was frozen in his seat. He did not know what to say. He did not dare look at Rose.

"So – so you're saying, " Harry began.

"She's sayin' ya are pure good, Harry, an' am pure evil," Rose said.

Harry thought something was not right. Rose's tone seemed too normal, impressed even. She did not sound offended.

"An' boy, Hermione, ya damn are the smartest witch I've ever met," she continued. Harry looked at her and saw that she was smiling, awed at Hermione.

"Can someone tell me what's happening?"

"Rose, you're not about to kill me, are you?" Hermione asked sheepishly. "Pure evil?"

Rose laughed. A good-natured laugh. How could that laugh be from pure evil?

"I know the legend. The dark lord the prophecy was referrin' to is, well, the Dark Lord w'know now. Pure good refers to Harry's fam'ly. And pure evil to mine. Unknown to pres'nt man, many cultures founded their beliefs fr'm the prophecy; they jus' had diff'rent interpretations for it. Yin an' Yang, heaven an' hell, an' in some cults, simply the colors black an' white."

Rose spoke as though she was not admitting that she was later going to try and kill Harry. She noticed his uneasy stare but did not comment.

"Hermione, I thought you – " Ron ran in yelling again. "What're you all doing chatting here? Aren't you guys hungry?"

"We were just about to get up, Ron," Hermione said nervously.

She indeed got up from her chair and followed Ron who had started walking towards the door. Rose, too, got up without another word and followed the two.

Harry felt bad that he could not think of anything to say to Rose, but she walked quickly as they entered the dining hall. She raced away from Harry, Ron, and Hermione, and sat down on the table where Raven and Alex were already eating. Harry saw Raven inquire Rose about something, probably where she had been, but Rose merely shrugged and proceeded with her food.

Harry grew more and more uneasy as dinner drew to its end, and by the time he, together with other Gryffindors, got up from their table, he had decided that he needed to talk to Rose to get things straight.

He caught up with her on the way to the common room. He heard her stiffle a moan as he placed his hand on her forearm. It's the warmth she gets, Harry, don't blow this one chance up with dirty thoughts, Harry told himself. He pulled her to an empty corridor.

"What?"

"Are you mad at me?"

"No." She spoke in a voice that suggested she thought it was ridiculous for her to get mad at Harry. Harry felt sudden relief.

"You're not avoiding me, are you?"

"Harry? C'n ya quit it? Your questions don't make sense at all, do ya realize that?"

Harry felt more relief.

"But you act like you're – "

Harry was not able to finish his sentence. Electricity shot at him through the lips. Rose pulled away and smirked.

"What was that for?" Harry tried to laugh off the tension he suddenly felt. Rose suddenly looked at him seriously.

"Ya don't trust me. Ya think I'd try an' kill ya while you're sleepin'," she said, her voice hinting disappointment. She was not asking. She was merely stating what she thought was on Harry's mind.

Harry was scared too. But over his fear was the hope that Rose would prove the prophecy wrong. He made up his mind.

"I trust you," he whispered. He offered his hand to her, and she placed hers in it. He kissed her slowly.

She pulled away and looked into Harry's emerald eyes. "I know this'll jus' sound crappy, comin' from me but…" she began, averting her eyes. "I love you."

Harry swallowed. He could not believe what he was hearing. But he wanted to reply to what he thought he heard.

He placed his fingers on Rose's chin and turned her face, so that she looked him in the eye.

"I love you too."

A/N: I dunno if this is really romantic or just crappy. Tell me what you think. Just the right amount of sugar coating to make it sweet, or too much that you have to drink water? Hahah… Review, people! Chill! m/ punks not dead