Chapter 2 : The Deal in the Dungeons
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In the middle of the night, Rose woke up; she had never been much of a sleeper. She crept out of the girl’s dormitory in her black athletic shorts and violet camisole. Taking the risk, she chose to sneak out of the Gryffindor common room and explore the castle a bit in preparation for classes the next day. She found most of the classrooms with ease, but hesitated a bit as she prepared to go down to the dungeons to find the Potions Room. Deciding the Slytherins would most likely be tucked away in their own dorm room, she let her curiosity get the better of her.
Tiptoeing through the halls, she shivered slightly from the chill air as she neared the classroom door. Peering in the window, she found cauldrons sprawled across the room haphazardly. Satisfied that she had found the proper room, she sighed to herself before deciding it was most likely time she got back to Gryffindor Tower.
“What do we have here?” a deep voice said startling her slightly.
“I was nervous about tomorrow, and I couldn’t sleep. I thought I would find my classes ahead of time,” Rose said quietly. She knew very well she was out past curfew and that Malfoy was a Prefect.
“You can’t be out after hours Parkinson. Detention,” he said smugly with that pesky smirk that Rosevine wanted so badly to rip off his face.
“Good luck with that,” Rosevine said smirking back. She had thought he would be more understanding, but that was obviously beyond him. Of course he wouldn’t care. Purebloods like Draco Malfoy only cared about power and giving her detention after her earlier rejection was his way of exerting his power over her.
“I’m a Prefect Parkinson. I do have the power,” he said with a slight hint of amusement in his voice.
“I’m sure you do,” Rose responded with a chuckle. “I’ll tell you what Malfoy, why don’t we make a deal?” she asked as he stepped closer to her.
“What did you have in mind?” he asked with his face close to hers.
“You let me off the hook with this detention business, and I won’t tell Professor Slughorn you’ve been harassing me,” she answered with her almond shaped green eyes staring into his grey ones. “I’m sure you would hate for the other Slytherins to discover you were rejected by a Gryffindor, wouldn’t you Malfoy?”
“Who do you think you are?” Malfoy asked. “I’m a Malfoy!” he whispered harshly.
Rose leaned into him with a smile. “I’m not like you. I don’t care who your family is. I don’t care that you’re a death eater. I’m not afraid of you. I will spend every day of the rest of my life fighting against everything you believe in,” Rose finished. Turning to walk away she couldn’t control the smile that crossed her features. Malfoy was silent behind her. When she turned the corner to head up the staircase she could see him still standing where she’d left him. It was obvious he wasn’t accustomed to getting a taste of his own medicine. If only he knew that he was in arms reach of touching something Voldemort would love to get his hands on.
Rose went back to the common room silently and sat in front of the fireplace. When she was positive she was absolutely alone, she twirled her hands and watched as the fire mimicked her motions. Her powers reigned free, a feeling she did not experience nearly often enough. It took so much strength to control her abilities that her entire body ached nonstop. For a few blessed minutes, she reveled in the freedom of being free of pain.
She tensed her body and pulled in her power as she heard footsteps on the staircase behind her.
“Rose?” she heard Harry ask.
“O hi Harry, what are you doing up so late?” she asked.
“Couldn’t sleep, I could ask you the same thing,” he said laughing. Rose smiled twisting her wrists as she stood from her seat in from of the fire.
“I have poor circulation so my hands get really cold randomly. I thought I would come warm them up,” she lied quickly.
“That sounds annoying,” he said approaching her slowly.
“You get used to it I guess,” she said smiling at him. After a few minutes of smiling at each other, Rose broke the silence. “I should really get back to bed. First day at Hogwarts is tomorrow. I want to make a good impression,” Rose said with a stretch.
“Don’t worry you will,” he sighed awkwardly. “Do you want me to walk you to classes tomorrow, so you don’t get lost?” he asked slightly nervous.
“Ya, I’d like that. Goodnight Harry.” she said despite the fact that she had already found her way around the castle.
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