Chapter 29 : A Mess of Things
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“I love you too Draco,” Rose said ignoring the furious whispers that broke out through the Great Hall.
“See you after breakfast,” he said with a smile as he backed toward the Slytherin table.
Rose took her seat next to Hermione without bothering to hide her amused expression when she saw Harry’s stunned face. Hermione looked equally stunned, but managed to regain her composure first.
“He really means it doesn’t he?” she asked quietly.
“I think so,” Rose murmured reaching for a piece of toast and for a few moments they ate in silence.
“What did he mean Happy Thanksgiving?” Ron asked.
“You’ve never heard of Thanksgiving?” Rose asked in surprise. Ron shook his head quickly while he chewed on his eggs.
“It’s an American holiday. I think you would like it very much Ron,” Rose said with a laugh. “Essentially families get together for a giant meal.”
“Harry, mate, we’re moving to America,” Ron laughed. Harry gave a small smile but didn’t laugh. Rose suppressed the guilt she felt in response to his melancholy and continued to eat her breakfast until Draco came to walk her to class. She was emotional enough today without thinking about all the thinks she had messed up since coming here. She murmured her goodbyes to the Trio and left the Great Hall with Draco, hand-in-hand.
Rose walked briskly back to her dorm after her final class, thoroughly frustrated that Draco hadn’t been there to walk her back like he usually did. She couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing, and if it was death eater related. He could have at least told her not to expect him, at least then she wouldn’t have felt like a bloody fool standing in the hall alone for half an hour. Murmuring the password, she stepped through the portrait hole. When she stepped into the dormitory, she dropped her book bag in surprise.
“Bloody hell,” she whispered. She stepped over to the dining room table and took in the scene in front of her, from the lit candles to the beautiful red plates to the turkey adorning the table. “Draco?” she asked. He poked his head out from the bedroom.
“Oh! You’re here,” he said stepping out into the kitchen area.
“What is all this?” she asked.
“Happy Thanksgiving Rose,” he murmured approaching her. “I-I know it’s not the same. I can’t bring your mother back for this, but maybe, we can start our own tradition? Something we can enjoy with our own children someday?” Rose couldn’t help but gulp at the mention of their children. “I’m sorry. This was dumb,” Draco said frustrated.
“No!” Rose shouted. “I just, I don’t know what to say. This is the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me.” Rose was terrified by the fact that she meant that.
“So, you do like it?” Draco asked.
“I love it,” Rose answered. “Thank you.”
“Anytime love. Anytime.”
As Rose took her seat at one end of the table, she couldn’t help but notice the paradox of the situation. She had made a mess with Harry by not being with him, but she’d made an even bigger mess by doing just the opposite with Draco. She had no clue how she could fix either situation, but somehow she knew that things were going to get worse despite her good intentions.
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