His Rose. // Blaise Zabini

my rose.

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Blaise Zabini

Another week later.

I opened the door, watching Rose as she walked inside. She looked around, a small smile appearing on her features.

I set her bag down by the door, walking up behind her and wrapping my arms around her waist. I kissed her shoulder and she sighed.

"What's wrong?" I asked and she turned her head, looking at me slightly.

"Nothing. I just want a bath." She said, pulling away but interlocking her fingers with mine and pulling me.

"I can unpack your stuff while you do tha-"

"I want you to join..." She interrupted me, biting her bottom lip just a little. "That is, if you want to..."

She let go of my hands, walking up the stairs and I chuckled. Shaking my head, I followed her up the stairs.

Once we made it to the top, Rose was leaning against the wall and waiting for me. Her arms were crossed over her chest and as I walked closer to her, my hands resting on her hips, she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down to her lips.

"I missed you." She whispered, her soft pink lips grazing over mine.

She let her fingers trace lightly down my arms and to my hands, pulling me the rest of the way to her room.

When we got into the bathroom, I took my shirt off and then turned to Rose.

She was leaning against the counter, watching me as I moved. Some would say that it was stalkerish in a way, but I was used to it because it was Rose.

I took a few steps over to her, my hands grabbing the bottom of her shirt. "May I?"

She nodded and stopped leaning against the counter as I brought her shirt up and over her head, letting it fall to the floor.

My eyes wandered her upper half, noticing the weight that she had lost. I didn't care though. I never cared about the way she looked... it was always just her and her personality. And the way she made me feel without even trying.

Her arms covered her bare chest and she walked over to the bath, turning on the water and letting it fill up.

I slipped off my pants and so did she, both of us kicking them to the side.

I walked up behind her, my fingers tracing over the square scar she had on her hip now. The place where she had carved off my initials.

Rose sighed and then stepped into the bath and I followed, sitting behind her and wrapping my arms around her.

Her knees peaked out of the water, bubbles around them. I drew circles on her shoulders, touching her wet skin.

"Things feel different." She mumbled, but I heard her.

"Like what?" I asked, moving her hair to the side and draping it onto her left shoulder.

"I don't know. It just feels weird having mum treat me so carefully, like one bad word and I'll relapse. Same with you, no offense." She pulled her hands up and out of the water, messing with them.