Serpintine Rose

Laying on the cold cobble of the Astronomy tower with a wand pointed in my face. What do you do when the person behind the wand is the person you'd take a spell and unforgiveable curse for? He gave a whole new meaning to betrayal.

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13. Waiting

 

****Draco****

I tapped my foot against the stone floor of the infirmary waiting for Madame Pomfey to tell us how she was. I whipped my eyes nervously around the room. For some reason I felt the need to see how Rose was to see if she was okay. I felt attached to her, how she was. I didnt know why I was so concerned with her. Shes just a girl. The snarky voice in my mind told me that there was more to it than that. I closed my eyes, the images played in slow motion. Her pretty face bruised and covered in blood, her clothes torn, the sad painful scared way she called my name and then her slumping over. I felt the anger roll back in waves. Potter was going to pay for it. I knew we had a Quittach match coming up. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes. Madame Pomfey drew back the white curtain, I jumped up.

"Shes fine, just relaxing while her rib heals she'll be able to attend her second class. Go on in Mr. Malfoy" She nodded toward the curtain as she passed me. I poked my head in, Rose's face was contorted into a grimace of pain, her eyes closed and her hair lay sprawled around her like a halo.

"Can I come in?" I dont know why I asked I was going in anyway. She weakly nodded. I sat down in the cold metal chair jumping slightly as it touched me. A tendril of her wavy honey hair was in her face my hand twitched wanting to move it. She opened her eyes and looked at me like I was some kind of hero.

"What happened that you made Potty attack you?" I questioned lightly. She looked slightly upset and something else that she quickly hid. She smiled weakly

"I don't think its what I did thats importent, but now I owe you one Draco" My ego swelled she thinks she owes me one. My mind moved in thousands of ways that I could be compensated. But the innocence her green eyes held squelched those thoughts.

"Yes you do owe me one. I'll think of something" I sneered out of habit, she rolled her eyes

"Why do I think I should be scared?" She asked jokingly, a small smile stayed on her lips her eyes boring into mine.

"What did Potter, say to you?" I needed to know the Dark Lord needed to know if his 'chosen one' Potter had gone insane. Guilt panged in my chest, she looked slightly terrified at what she was about to say.

"Just that, I don't really understand....Can I trust you?" Her small hand touched mine, for once neither of us flinched away, pricks of energy went up my arm and warmed my face. Her question was a vaild one. Can she trust me? Can I trust myself not to hurt her or drag her into this mess? The answer I don't know but for some reason I felt compelled to nodd.

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