Hello! Sorry it took me a long time to update! So I feel that I need to kinda explain what happened, for why I haven't updated in so long. So two days after I wrote my two joke chapters I found out my roommates brother was killed, during the time that I was writing the chapters. So basically I lost all interest in writing MM and TC because of it and anytime I though of them it just made me sick and want to start crying. No, I didn't know him at all, but for some reason I just couldn't bring myself to write because of it.
It's a lame excuse I know and I'm sorry.
Then a few months ago I decided to start back up on them, but never had the time due to a really stressful period in school due to the fact that last semester I had to apply for progression in my program(from pre-professional to professional level) and I made it! (which btw for my school is HUGE, you either progress or you change majors/schools)
So school is still stressful, but I'm managing better and now I'm finding time to write. I hope will have more frequent updates. I've already started on MM chapter 11 and will have that up soon! *crosses fingers*
Oh also! I didn't have anybody proofread this, so it may have some mistakes because I wanted to post it as quickly as possible. Enjoy
Also I only own the plot and original characters. No infringement intended.
The Cave Chapter 6
"Um, Hello." I said when I saw Rabastan looking back from the mirror. He must have had it on him since he was there so fast. I had sat down rather stiffly in one of the leather arm chairs in the common room facing the fire. It was slowly dieing out, but it was still enough to warm the room from the chill outside and provide some light. Nobody should be up at this time so it should be safe to talk. But unfortunately "should be" isn't always "is" and tonight was one of the nights I needed to be undiscovered. The item I was talking on is what would be considered a dark object and the man I was talking to is an escapee from Azkaban. Seeing as I had to question Rabastan about his past relationship, I was rather jumpy. Who knows if he would be open to my questions. Even if we are to be married he may want to keep his previous relationships to himself. I wouldn't blame him for it, but I was still curious none the less.
Before I could say anything else there was a small creak behind me. I whipped my head to see what it was-nothing. Just the creaking of an old castle.
"Afraid of the dark?" A cool smooth voice with a slight chuckle said from down at the bottom of my hand. I looked back down at my fiancé.
"No." I replied quickly. A little to quickly to prove that I wasn't, but he had caught me off guard. "I thought I heard a noise." He let out a barking laugh at that.
"That old castle always has made noises, shouldn't you be used to it by now?" He asked me.
"I am, it's just-" I started, He didn't seem to interested in my response and mid-sentence he interrupted me.
"So what do I owe the pleasure of you calling on me?" He asked.
"I just wanted to talk...to get to know you better." I said. In the short time that I had known him—and the even shorter time of our engagement, we did not hold more than five full conversations.
"And what did you want to talk about?" He asked with a smile settling into his pillow more—one of my family's pillows in one of our guest rooms, the one a few doors down from my room.
" .. I..um.. how are you?" I stumbled off guard. I had thought about what I would say when I saw him, but words were at a loss to me now and I hope that he would say something that would lead into a conversation about his past. He slightly raised an eyebrow questioning my response.
"I'm as well as I can be." he replied curtly which left us in a moment of awkward silence. Seeing that he wasn't going to openly offer anything I realized that it would be easier to rip the bandage off faster rather than ease into it. Seeing how much he enjoyed reminiscing about his time at Hogwarts while I was on holiday I tried that approach.
"Tell me more about your time at school." I blurted out. He looked confused about my question, but seemed to accept it as a step forward for me accepting of our relationship.
"were there...were there any girls?" I asked, it felt awkward asking him that and I was sure that he would puck up on it like a shark picks up on blood in water.
"There has always been girls at Hogwarts, Rose." Rabastan said with a chuckle.
"I was meaning...um...did you...was there...somebody...before me?" I stumble out. His smile vanishes along with what little warmth was in his eyes. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to be prying. I'll understand if you say that it's none of my business." I blurt out. After a long pause he responds.
"No, I guess it isn't really any of your business, but I can see why you would be interested, and I will oblige you for sake of us getting closer." He says. I can tell that he doesn't want to talk about it, but I am thankful that he will. "I guess I should be happy that you are taking an interest in me."
"There was someone else-two someones to be exact- one was my first love. She was lively and spirited, a fire cracker, she was fearless, she would go to the end of the earth to get what she wanted.-Honestly speaking Rose, you remind me of her-but she was always unreachable. She was in a league of her own. I pined for her, but she pushed me away. She enjoyed the chase but not the catch." He was zoned out looking away as he recalled this lost woman. The light behind his eyes dimmed as he neared the end.
"What happened to her?" I asked.
"She is a siren who was lost to madness from listening to her own songs." He replied, still looking away recalling this woman of his youth.
"And the other one. Well she was my last fiancée. She would have been a respectable marriage, arranged and loveless. But her family had their secrets, like all of ours do. One day I was in the library looking up my wizarding genealogy when I saw her line. I was interested, even though she was a pure blood she was tainted- we all are at some point in history- and I found out about her family. They weren't as pure as they had said. I thought I would over look it since it was long ago, but I made the mistake of telling Rodolphus, who insisted that I confront her about it. He said that she had lied to me and could never be truthful or faithful in a marriage and it would ultimately ruin the family name. Against what I thought was my better judgment I went to confront her. When I found her...I found her in the arms of another man. When she saw me, the look upon her face was of utter horror, she pleaded with me and begged. I was overcome by emotion and I told her I would over look her indiscretion if she gave him up. She agreed and life seemed to move on. But she grew more elusive and distant and I became suspicious. I sought council from Rodolphus and he insisted on watching her. A week before the wedding she disappeared, distraught I went to Rodolphus again for his help. He agreed and again and enlisted Bella, seeing as maybe another woman could help the situation. We set off and tracked down the man that I had originally found her with. Upon finding him, we found her too..." He trailed off. His mood so darkened, I didn't want his attention back on me. "It was the last time I ever saw her. It had to be done really, her indiscretions couldn't be allowed to tarnish the family name." He said talking to himself-trying to convince himself that it was the right thing to be done-and with a jerk his eyes were back on me. Watching me, to see if I realized-and I had- that he had killed her. It may not have been him, but it doesn't seem like he would have done anything to stop it. I had always known what he was capable of-he, Bellatrix, my father, the whole lot of them- but I had never truly realized that these people, weren't just people they were monsters who felt no remorse. Now I realized why he was locked up and that he belonged in Azkaban. He deserved to rot in there.
At his words I felt completely repulsed and my stomach rose and tried to hold back the urge to vomit.
"I'm sorry, I got carried away there, I didn't mean to upset you." He said softening a bit. "It's late you should get to bed." and with out another word he was gone. I shut the compact quickly as I rushed into the bathroom where I had just made it in time before I emptied the contents of my stomach into the nearest chamber pot.
I coughed, as I tried to pull my self up, when from behind me I heard the water running.
"Here, this will clear out your mouth." said Pansy Parkinson, who handed me a glass of water and a wash cloth. I took them and washed out my mouth.
"Thanks." I said. "Being sick is the worst."
"I heard everything." She said.
"You heard nothing." I said.
"-And I won't tell a soul." She said with a smile.
"You're a real saint Pansy." I said sarcastically and shoved my way past her up to my room.
Sitting in the chair before Herbology started the next day I felt a spit wad hit the side my my cheek. I wiped it off and looked around to see Fred Weasley grinning at me.
"I'm already sick Weasley, do you have to make it worse?" I shouted at him.
"Aww, did you find your glasses and look at your boyfriend today Malfoy?" he said back tauntingly.
"I don't wear glasses nor do I have a boyfriend." I retorted trying to look back over my notes of what we had covered the previous class.
"Oh did you look in the mirror today?" His twin blurted in. "I swear you look like you are dead, did you get bitten by a vampire? You know Lockheart will have a cure for that, if you want to go see him." George winked at me. "Although I don't quite think he will help much in St. Mungos, and he might also sign your copy of witch weekly rumor has it he can write again."
"If he could remember his name" Fred said. They both laughed along with a few of their Gryffindor friends.
"Leave me alone." I said.
Professor Sprout walked into the green house a second later.
"Professor! Rosie's sick, can she be excused for the day?" One of the twins asked.
"I'm fine Professor Sprout." I said glaring at them. "It's just a bug, that will be over soon enough." She nodded and started up the lesson. All through out it I could hear the twin terrors behind me making remarks to anything I or anybody else said.
After a long and tedious class period full of the plants and herbs that seventh years are supposed to know it was finally let out. I walked out of the room and started up the hill back up to the castle. I heard Fred Weasley call out to me.
"Hey Rosie! Hold up a sec let me walk with you."
"What do you want now?" I asked, eager to get away from him.
"I just want to make sure that you don't die on the way up to the castle." He said, flashing me a smile.
"Right." I said not believing a word. "And you want me to believe that?"
"OK well maybe you wont die." He said with a pause. "Care for a toffee?" He said pulling a small bag of sweets out of his pocket.
"With where those have been? I'll pass." I said.
"You sure? It will make you feel better" He sad holing them out to me. I shook my head and tried to walk further ahead.
"Thanks, but I doubt I will need it." I said in response. "It's probably hexed with something, giving what you do to Slytherins any chance that you get."
"True, but I have no reason to poison you, you can just test it out and if it works we know that we can use in our jokes." He said.
"You would give me something experimental, knowing that it might just explode or blow my head up whenever I try it?" I said.
"Well yeah, but the rewards are worth the consequences for both of us. You get better, I get a joke. It's a win-win, and also it hasn't had any bad reactions in the last few weeks-that is if I grabbed the right toffees this time. I think I did" He said looking up trying to remember. That did not make me feel any better, but him at least having the slightest hint of a thought to help me out did seem sweet.
"Don't let Professor Umbridge or Filch see you with those." I warned to him quietly.
"They won't." He replied quietly before he asked, "So are you sure you aren't dating Flint?"
"Flint's a toadstool, that I can't even stand to be in the same room with." I said laughing. I noticed his hand had brushed by mine and I felt my insides squirm a bit.
"Oh, hmm maybe you had to many chocolates after supper last night?" He asked
"No, I'm not to fond of chocolates and sweets" I said.
"Oh you're killing me Rosie. Everybody likes sweets." He said as we neared the top of the hill.
"Oy! Fred! You joining us?" Called out his twin who was a little was ahead with Lee Jordan.
"Sure I'll be there in a second!" He called back to him. I felt his hand cup mine and I quickly pulled it away. As I did I felt him push something into it. I stopped to look down at what he had given me and I found one of the toffees he had offered me. I looked back up to see him already joined up with them as they entered the castle. Fred Weasley was one of the rare creatures that you could love one second and want to hex the next.
For a moment I had a flash of what it would be like to be with him, but instantly I felt sick to my stomach all over again. I was engaged to Rabastan, he was my future, which was going to be dreary and never a moment of happiness. I would never be able to be with Fred. A few years ago when I thought I was in love with him, and now recognized as a silly school girl crush, there might have been a chance had things been different. If I was able to escape this life and the Dark Lord hadn't returned, there might have been a chance. But no, fate wouldn't allow that. It was so much deeper than our families, our houses, our blood ties. Fate was in control of our lives and there was nothing that could change it. I would have to accept it and try to forget what I had thought I wanted because it would never happen.
The first thing I did when I got back into the castle was find the girls bathroom and flush the toffee down the toilet.
Thanks for reading and PLEASE review! :)
Also Miridea- Don't worry Rose will loosen up a bit, but it will take sometime for her to be fully off of her guard. I would say that she doesn't have a crush on him but at times(not this chapter though) she does tend to like him, and she does try to give him a chance and forget Fred, but given the summary Fred will win.