AN: The word gawd- just so you all know, is how I spell it, because I don't know if I believe in God or not—I'm still trying to decide. People are always bothered when I write that because they think I'm trying to be British. The thing is, I don't even really try hard enough at all to change my characters language. I was only in London for 4 days (Even if it was when the sixth book came out and I was sixth in line- I love saying that!)

Rosies and Posies

Chapter 6-Commen

She had to get up at five thirty the next morning for a choir practice and then, after breakfast, she had two classes. She popped into the hospital wing for lunch and flew out half an hour later on a mission to get her homework for the rest of the classes. She'd be in the hospital wing the rest of the day helping the elders do some testing and having them explain more about what everything meant.

It seemed like everyone was yelling at her that day. Hermione, Harry, and Ron all yelled at her as she was running out the hole this morning. Something about how she shouldn't keep her schedule so busy or she was going to get sick and didn't she learn anything from Hermione. At choir practice the conductor screamed at her to get more sleep because he voice was staring to sound tired. If she was going to keep her solo then she was going to have to come more awake to class.

Draco was yelling at her because she hadn't ever mentioned anything to him about being in choir and he had found out during lunch that she was a vegetarian. He was just mad that he hadn't noticed it before, but she still didn't like it when he yelled at her. He always yelled at her when she didn't tell him something though, feeling jealous that other people knew things about her and he didn't. Or well, that's what she guessed.

And to top it all off, Neville had quietly hissed at her as she passed his desk, to leave with her homework, that he was getting in trouble with the trio for her not being around enough. Oh well, then maybe to shut them up she was going to have to threaten to leave the team, to 'free her schedule' as they had put it this morning.

After all this she wasn't exactly in the best mood when she walked back into the hospital wing. But she hadn't expected the same of Draco. He was yelling at Pompey and Adams when she walked in about Gawd knows what. Both of them looked like they were about to hit him. She walked up to him her eyebrow arched and a sideways smile, "What's going on?"

"Finally, maybe you can calm him down." Pompey huffed.

"Hey, don't talk about me like I'm not here. And don't bring Ginny into this, it's not her fault you two don't know how to do your job correctly." He screamed.

"And how would you know any other way besides ours, we are the only way!" Adams screamed back. "I've been your only doctor since you were born."

Draco crossed his arms over his chest looking like he hadn't even heard what Adams had said. She smiled and walked up to him. Nudging Pompey to the side she asked quietly, "Not having a good day?" she sat down next to him.

"Today I've been stuck twelve times. And now I've been told they need more. I just want to go to sleep." He growled glaring in their direction.

"What do you still need to do?" she asked them softly. She was a little annoyed with them to. If it was something they could do tomorrow then she was going to give them a piece of her mind.

"We just have to take a little blood." Pompey said as calmly as possible.

"If he would just be done with it, and not make a big deal out of everything, then he could be sleeping by now." Adams said to Ginny, not taking his hard stare off Draco.

"Can't you just do it tomorrow?" she asked her eyebrow back into standing position.

"Well yes, but it will just take a second." Adams said still in a loud enough voice to be considered shouting. Pompey put her hand on his arm and he relaxed a little. She looked over at Draco. His chin was still up, arms still crossed, and he was staring out the window. Obviously he hadn't changed his mind.

"How do you do it?" Ginny asked looking up at Pompey for instructions.

"What?" Pompey and Adams screeched.

Draco looked over at her, interested. "Well, I wouldn't mind trying."

He looked at them enthusiastically. She couldn't tell if he was okay with it or not. Pompey looked pissed now, "No, I don't think you're ready for this."

"Well she's got to practice eventually sweets." Adams said.

"Yes, eventually, but not this." Pompey said angrily.

Draco who was following the conversation intently still hadn't said anything. "Would be okay with you if I did it Draco?" she asked with a soft smile.

He shrugged and smiled, "I guess so." Pompey threw her hands up and stomped out of the room.

"Don't worry about her, you cant even do this wrong- though I cant for the life decide why you would want to have someone who has never done this before do it to you- I mean the first time I did it I made them cry and he was rather old."

Draco looked like he was thinking about it for a second, but then smiled and said, "Lets do it."

Adams shrugged and instructed her on what she was going to be doing and stayed there while she did it, making sure she didn't mess up. But she didn't. Draco watched the top of her head as she did, still sitting next to him on the bed. Now facing each other with their legs crossed. She dabbed it with the cotton ball and looked up at him smiling and handing the syringe to Adams. "All done."

Adams smiled, "Thanks Ginny. Umm… I'll just leave you two here and- Ginny can come in and tell us when you've fallen asleep." Neither answered so he just popped his eyebrows and walked out.

"Did I hurt you?" she asked quietly as soon as the door had been closed between them and the healers.

He shook his head.

It wasn't like awkward or anything. Because she was way used to him staring her in the eyes now. But it was weird. Just minuets ago she had walked in ready to clobber someone, and now she wished everyone could be as happy as she was right now. They were both just sitting there in the middle of the bed staring into each others eyes, randomly glancing at other parts of their faces whenever then felt like it. She knew if she were to walk in on something like this she probably would have turned around and laughed her arse off. She always thought this kind of stuff seemed a little corny. She'd never done anything like this with her previous boyfriends. But for some reason it didn't seem so corny anymore.

"So what did you say?" Ginny asked him laughing.

"I told him that he should just do whatever the hell he wanted. I mean why would I care who he goes out with?" he said, referring to Blasie and Pansy. "I personally think its disgusting, but for some reason he thought it was so important- came all the way down here to tell me."

Her back was facing him and he was trying to remember how to braid hair. His mother used to make him do it because the house-elves took far to long for her. He kept screwing up but he wanted to see if he could still do it, he knew he'd remember sooner or later.

Ginny laughed, "I always thought Pansy had a thing for you. It was like she was always following you around, or something."

"Oh no. That was me, I followed her around. I had a little thing for her in my fourth year but I grew out of it when I realized she was just dating me out of pity. She, I found out, Knew a little bit more about me then I would have liked."

"Something I don't know?"

"No, I'm referring to my health."

She frowned knowing he couldn't see her. Who the heck would go out with someone just because she felt bad for them? She yawned and, remembering suddenly why she was there, said, "I thought you were tired?"

"I am. But I want to get this first." He looped another group of hair and wrapped the hair tie around it. "Wala! Okay turn around." He had given up and just rolled the hair together.

She smiled and spun on the bed. She threw some model poses at him and blew some kisses. "How do I look?"

He smiled, "As amazing as ever my dear." He said holding squared fingers in front of his eye and pretending to take pictures. He pulled his fake camera away from his face and grabbed her face lightly. Her hands dropped to the bed and she looked at him questionably. "Can I kiss you?" he asked.

She giggled. Never had she been asked permission to be kissed. He pulled back, taking his hand away from her face- looking a little worried but she nodded still smiling. Well she sure was sorry that she hadn't just kissed him the second they met, because she was definitely happy to find that he was quite possibly the best kisser Ever!

And she was also quite upset when it was over. Maybe he wasn't thinking the same thing, maybe he thought it sucked. It hadn't been that long- was she that bad. Maybe it wasn't her ex's that had been bad, maybe it was her. He smiled at her though, letting one hand- that had found its way back to her cheek- drop and the other pushed the braid off her shoulder before it to fell to his knees. "That was definitely better then I thought it would be."

She gasped, "You thought it would be bad?"

"No." he laughed, "Well I didn't know how it would be, but this was way better then I would have thought." She cocked her head to the side as if to say 'what!' he laughed again. "Well…I feel stupid admitting this but you were kind of…my first kiss."

"What the heck? How could you be a kiss virgin? Your like…the hottest guy in school."

Oops. He was blushing she hoped she hadn't embarrassed him or anything it was just- Well he was hot though… When she looked at him she realized she hadn't embarrassed him she'd pissed him off. "Well sorry. Maybe you wouldn't have kissed anyone either if you had my parents. If you weren't constantly worried about your father finding out. Not knowing what he might say or do to her. I don't have to worry about that any more with him in Azkaban. But you have no right to-" He cut himself off realizing her was as loud as he had spoken to the healers earlier. Was it just her, or were his eyes turning blue? She gasped and leaned back. Yep they were definitely turning blue.

"Woah?" she said out loud.

Draco winced again and ran his fingers through his hair. "I'm sorry." He said laying against the wall behind him.

"Huh?" she said looking away from them.

"You heard what I said."

"Oh right, right." She said looking back into grey eyes.

"What's wrong with you?"

"You have grey eyes."

"You…just noticed that now?"

"No. They were blue."

"Uh, No Weas-"

"When you got mad they turned blue." She said smiling.

"Oh, okay never been told this before." He said sitting back up again. They laughed for a little while and then Draco suddenly stopped, "You know what I just realized?"

"No." she said chewing on the inside of her cheek.

"I can't stay mad at you."

She waved her finger at him smiling, "You know, I have noticed that."

He smiled for a second and it went quiet for a while. As she watched him his face slowly fell until he said, frowning. "I didn't stop them."

She looked at him from the corners of her eyes, "What are we talking about now?"

"That's what I regret most. I didn't stop them, I could have convinced them- you know? They listen to me, they trust me. But I just let them." He said his head falling away from her eyes to the sheets.

"Let them what?" she asked slowly putting her hand on his knee.

"Become death eaters." He said looking up at her like she was supposed to have known what she was talking about. "But now. I mean it doesn't matter because Voldemort has them finish school before he actually gives them any mission. But what are they gonna have to do when schools out?" He added looking out the window and ringing his hands.

"Wait, it isn't your fault. Even if you were able to convince them do you seriously think that their fathers would have let them get out of it? Your dad probably would have made you to if he hadn't have gone to jail."

"Yea I thought about that too."

"Then why do you regret it so much?"

"Are you saying that's a stupid thing to regret?" he said, light blue.

"No, of course not. I just mean that you should calm down a little." She said wondering why Pompey and Adams weren't out here by now.

"I am calm." He screamed standing on his knees on the bed. "You know what I'm tired, maybe you should go so I can get some sleep." He said scowling at her.

She stood up slowly starring at him cautiously. She grabbed her bag and walked to the door. She looked at him frowning before she shut the door. He was still kneeling there tired and mad, watching her go. She spoke quietly but she knew he could hear him, "Well so much for not being able to stay mad at me. I like you better when they were grey." And she slammed the door.