Soo last chapter you probably noticed my silly mistake saying it was (the chapter) called 'X&Y' when it was actually 'Low' haha – so anyway – this is 'Talk' – I sincerely hope you go and listen to the Coldplay song when you read this (: because they are just plain amazing! (coldplay I mean!)
Sorry for the lack of updating, but thank-you for the reviews! You guys are great!
Love, Potty!
Are you lost or incomplete?
Do you feel like a puzzle, you can't find your missing piece?
Tell me how do you feel?
Well I feel like they're talking in a language I don't speak
And they're talking it to me
So you take a picture of something you see
In the future where will I be?
You can climb a ladder up to the sun
Or a write a song nobody has sung
Or do something that's never been done
Do something that's never been done
I.
"Rose, I need to talk to you."
She knew that voice. She stopped dead in her tracks on the way up to her dormitory.
"What, Connor?" she asked spinning around.
"Why aren't you hanging out with us anymore? I miss you baby."
She frowned. "Baby?"
He nodded. "Are you just jealous because of me and Lily? You were my first love after all..."
'No." she said flatly storming up the stairs. "It's not about that!"
II.
As School holidays were nearing, Rose began to wish time would slow down a bit.
"I don't want this to end."
"It happens every day Weasley. Sun sets, rises again." He said as if she were stupid.
"No. I mean, when we finish School, this will end."
"It's only the Christmas Holidays." He said, looking at her strangely. But she saw that he too, was smiling.
"Why don't you like fire?" He asked randomly, changing the subject.
Rose pointed at her hair.
"Seriously?"
"Seriously!"
III.
"Can I see it?" she asked him, leaning closer to him.
"What?" he asked looking at her strangely.
She realised the implications and clarified. "Your tattoo!"
"Oh." He said, relived, pulling back his sleeve revealing some kind of writing.
"What is it?" she asked.
"It's in a different language."
She rolled her eyes. "What does it mean?"
"You only get what you give."
Surprised, she answered. "But, you don't live by that saying."
"Maybe I don't want anything." He stated simply looking out at the grounds.
She stared at him, fascinated once again.
IV.
"I've been looking for you all day Malfoy."
He looked over to her then back out over the balcony, but didn't say anything.
"Are you alright?"
He glanced over again.
"Yeah. I mean, there's nothing wrong with me."
She narrowed her eyes slightly, watching his jaw-line tense.
"Its true isn't it?" asked Rose, looking up at the sky, just as he was. It was beginning to snow. She rubbed her hands together, and tightened her scarf, all the while watching him.
He frowned and looked at her.
"What?" he asked, looking at her very strangely, and she thought she saw a flicker of annoyance.
"That story you told me." She said holding her breath momentarily. There was something about his demeanour today that was inflicting . . .fear in her.
"Oh . . ." He said very quietly. Casting doubtful glances at Rose before he finally met her eyes.
She saw a vulnerability in his eyes, he seemed hesitant and searching for some kind of way of knowing if he could trust her.
"Mostly, yeah." He said sounding defeated.
She closed her eyes.
"Who?"
"I always wondered why your boyfriend hated me so much."
"What? I don't have a - you mean Connor?"
"I don't know what was so disgusting about me at the time that made him decide that we couldn't be friends." He said to the railing, "I was an outcast already, I had predicted that, but I thought that some people, would be able to at least get past prejudices and-"
He suddenly stopped. He seemed to realise what he had been saying and he frowned.
"You tell anyone about this and I'll-"
"I'm not going to tell anybody." She said reassuringly, watching him nod in relief.
"I didn't need any friends after that. I'm glad actually, Jackson is definitely a dickwit, I mean I'm glad I don't have to put up with him, or any of that other preppy shit head group."
Rose nodded slightly, and listened, observing. She smiled a bit to herself as he kept talking, perhaps convincing himself more than her that he wasn't sensitive. That he really didn't care about how people treated him.
But she knew, as she always had, that in that moment, he had shared something with her that he possibly hadn't told anyone else. The icy front that had surrounding him was melting away, she could see it.
V.
"Malfoy?" She asked, her jaw dropping as soon as she entered the room.
"Weasley?"
"What are you doing here?" she asked looking around wildly.
"I'm in this class Weasley. Have been all year – you should know, I've been sitting next to you the entire-"
She took one look at him and burst out laughing – and so did he.
"What the hell is this all about then?"
Rose turned around and felt her smile slide off her face instantly.
Connor Jackson was standing about a metre in front of her shooting daggers over her shoulder – she knew it was at Malfoy, and instinctively moved at an attempt to block him out of Connor's sightline.
Rose shrugged, "Malfoy and I were just talking abou-"
"I miss you baby." Said Connor taking a step closer to her as Rose grabbed her desk behind her, and Malfoy stood up.
Professor Wildershins chose that precise moment to walk into the classroom, Connor subsequently stepped backwards and Rose sat down, a pink colour rising to her cheeks, as Malfoy came into view.
"Mr Malfoy! Oho! Well this is a surprise. To what do we owe this pleasure?"
Malfoy shrugged scratching his head absentmindedly. And Rose heard Connor mutter darkly at the front of the room.
"Does this mean you're actually going to do work?" Asked Rose opening up her textbook.
"Don't get too carried away now Weasley."
Rose smiled and turned to face the front, ignoring the back of Connors head and the sinking feeling in her stomach.
Soo, hope you liked that! Next chapter will be up asap & its my fave so far! (the next chapter) Keep reviewing please they keep me going !
X potty.
P.s I love Juicy , Catrina & Meli.