Rose, frowned and sat down next to him. So, she thought to herself, this was the way it was going to be.
She would have to act like the night before didn’t happen. Like he didn’t come back from his grandfather’s funeral with a fat lip and a black eye, and she didn’t fix him up without asking any questions. They were just going to go back to their separate corners; she at in her Hufflepuff, Quidditch captain, HeadGirl side, and him in his Slytherin, HeadBoy side. Talking, but not talking, looking but not seeing.
It was stupid. But if it was what he wanted she had no grounds to fight him. Rose took out her textbook and was about to just give up and actually study. She had a thousand things she could go over, but no inclination to look at any of them.
A cold hand wrapped around hers, the texture brittle and scratchy though the grip was secure and calm.
Rose didn’t look at him. It was one thing that they occasionally studied at the same table and were cordial with each other. It was quite another that he had went for it in such an intimiate gesture in such a public place. Without a single clue as to do or as to what to say, she froze.
"Thank you," He whispered.
She wanted to say something, but all she could manage was a nod. And then he released her hand, packed up his things and walked out. Not having the slightest clue the affect he had on Rose.
—-Never Let Me Go—-Coming soon!