Chapter 8
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A/N - I am so glad you guys love this story! Feel free to leave a review and tell me some things you'd like to see in this fic. I think I know how I'm going to end it, but I'm not sure.
For Rosalie's 2nd year, Snape arranged for Rosalie to be moved into the Slytherin dorms, despite officially belonging to Gryffindor.
She was still on good terms with most of the Gryffindors, excluding Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
Most of the Slytherin's had been accepting of her, but she suspected it was because she was friends with Draco.
Rosalie was surprised her father was able to convince Dumbledore of this idea. Rosalie sat at the Slytherin table, where three Slytherin's introduced themselves.
One was a girl with black hair and a pug face named Pansy Parkinson, who obviously had a huge crush on Draco.
Another was a boy with chocolate skin and eyes to match, named Blaise Zabini. He seemed fairly close to Draco. Rosalie would even go as far to say they were best friends.
The last one was a boy with sandy blonde hair and blue eyes named Theodore Nott. He didn't seem to be in Draco's little circle, but was on good terms with him.
As dinner went on, Rosalie noticed that Hermione was sitting alone. She wondered where Harry and Ron were, but didn't voice her concerns.
The next day, one of their first classes was Herbology.
Rosalie didn't hate the subject, but it certainly didn't interest her.
Today, they were learning how to repot mandrakes.
"Who here can tell me the properties of the Mandrake root?" Sprout asked.
Hermione's hand shot up into the air. "Mandrake, or Mandragora is used to return those who have been Petrified to their original state", she answered.
"That's straight out the textbook", Rosalie whispered to Draco, who smirked.
"It's also quite dangerous. The Mandrake's cry is fatal to anyone who hears it", Hermione added.
"Excellent. Ten points to Gryffindor", Sprout said.
Draco and Rosalie rolled their eyes.
"As our Mandrakes are still only seedlings their cries won't kill you yet. But they could knock you out for several hours, which is why I have given you earmuffs for auditory protection", Sprout told them, "So could you please put them on, right away? Quickly. Flaps tight down, and watch me closely".
Rosalie picked up her earmuffs, but Draco took them from her hands.
"Brush your hair back", he told her.
Rosalie brushed her hair behind her ears and Draco placed the earmuffs on her head. "Thanks", Rosalie said, her cheeks turning a light pink.
"You grasp you Mandrake firmly. You pull it sharply out of the pot…" Sprout continued.
The cry from the Mandrake was the most horrible thing Rosalie had ever heard.
"Got it? And now you dunk it down into the other pot and pour a little sprinkling of soil to keep him warm", Sprout said.
As the Mandrake's shrieking got louder, Neville dropped to the ground.
Rosalie gasped quietly and wondered if he was alright.
"Longbottom's been neglecting his earmuffs", Sprout said.
"No ma'am. He's just fainted", Seamus said.
"Yes, well, just leave him there", Sprout told him, "Right, on we go. Plenty of pots to go around. Grasp your Mandrake and pull it up".
They all did as she said.
Rosalie held the Mandrake as far away from her as possible. Rosalie practically threw hers into another pot as Draco laughed at her. "Shut-up Dray", she snapped.
After a couple more classes, they had a break for study hall.
Rosalie made her way to the courtyard for some peace and quiet.
"Where are you going?" Pansy asked her.
"The courtyard. It's such a nice day", Rosalie told her. "No wonder she's a Gryffindor", Rosalie heard Pansy say. Rosalie brushed it off and continued to the courtyard.
Draco joined her a few minutes later, laughing.
"What's so funny?" she asked him.
"Weasley got a howler", Draco told her.
"A howler? What on earth did he do?" she asked.
"Stole a car. Whatever that is", Draco said, "His mother is threatening to pull him out of Hogwarts".
Poor Ron, Rosalie thought.
Then came Defense Against the Dark Arts.
It was the one class Rosalie didn't really have to try in.
She was just good at it.
Gilderoy Lockhart came out of his office and said, "Let me introduce you to your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Me".
Rosalie rolled her eyes.
"Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, honorary member of the Dark Force Defense League and five times winner of Witch Weekly's Most-Charming-Smile Award. But I don't talk about that. I didn't get rid of the Bandon Banshee by smiling at him", Lockhart said smiling.
"Still not swooning?" Draco asked her.
"Still not swooning", she told him.