Magical Luck (ORIGINAL VERSION)

Chapter Seven

With their honeymoon over and school about to begin, Rosalie stood with Tom at the Hogwarts express with Jeremy next to her who stared in wonder at the area around him. Tom having pulled some strings with the Ministry to allow Rosalie to have Jeremy with her as her guard and she was allowed to leave whenever she liked.

Dumbledore had no control of his wife.

"I'll miss you so much my love." Rosalie whispered as she kissed his face. 

"I'll miss you more, but remember you're allowed to leave whenever you like." Tom said to his wife. Rosalie pouted as he smirked and bit her lip. Holding her waist Tom turned to Jeremy. "Don't let anything happen to her, and you can't have her in the school, so find some willing witch while you are there to curb the urges." Tom ordered.

"Of course." Jeremy said nodding his head. The last week of the honeymoon, all they did was spend the last few days in the bed together, each boy having their turn whenever. Did she mind, no not really, she rather liked being dominated in sex, being tied down and fucked hard. But they both knew that she was the alpha, not them. The only times they could be alpha was in bed.

And that was fun to explain to her father. Rosalie had a husband and a lover/guard. He couldn't understand why it was Jeremy, but when he found out Jeremy killed Elena. He was welcomed with open arms by everyone, including Rebekah who asked for the details.

"Then what am I supposed to do?" Rosalie pouted.

"Call me on the mirror and play with yourself while I watch." Tom answered simply, causing the girl to blush brightly. Jeremy laughing at her embarrassment. "Or tell me that you want to fuck Jeremy and call me so I can watch and instruct him on what to do."

"Shut it." Rosalie growled. Rolling his eyes Tom brought Rosalie into a passionate kiss, his tongue slipping into her mouth. Moaning softly the two fought for dominance, with Tom winning. Moving away from her lips Tom kissed her nose softly.

"I love you, and please my love fuck shit up with the old coot." He whispered as the final whistle to board blew loudly through the station. 

"I promise." Rosalie answered as Jeremy and Rosalie joined arms. Jeremy taking her luggage and dragging it on his right side. "I love you my handsome husband." Rosalie called to him as the pair stepped inside the train. Tom waited till they were safely seated before apparating home.

Jeremy placed her luggage onto the rack and took his place next to the girl. When a sixteen-year-old girl with waist-length, straggly, dirty blonde hair, protuberant silvery eyes, that seemed to be dreamily distracted, and faint eyebrows stepped into the cart. She had an aura of "distinct dottiness" about her, and she had put her wand behind her left ear for safekeeping.

"Hello Rosalie." Luna said dreamily. "Hello guard of the dead."

Jeremy's eyes opened dramatically as the blonde girl sat down. Rosalie not commenting on anything the girl had said. "Hello Luna, how was your summer?" Rosalie asked as she paid the girl a sickle for the magazine she held.

"Oh, it was wonderful." Luna answered.

"What should I read first today Luna?" Rosalie asked the girl.

"There's an article on Wrackspurts this month." Luna answered as she took a seat in the cabin with them.

"What's a Wrackspurt?" Jeremy questioned as Rosalie had found the page on the creatures.

"They're invisible creatures that float in through your ears and make your brain go fuzzy." Luna answered smiling at the boy. The three sat in a comfortable silence when it was rudely interrupted by the weasel and bushy haired girl.

Rosalie growled softly as they placed themselves next to Luna, who immediately left not wanting to be around such yucky aura's. "What?" Rosalie asked them keeping her eyes on the Quibbler.

"We saw Draco doing something at Borgin and Burkes." Granger said.

"That's nice," Rosalie said absently, as Jeremy laid his head on her shoulder reading the article as well. "And why should I care?"

"Ron and I believe that Draco is working for you-know-who." Granger answers.

Sighing loudly Rosalie placed the Quibbler on her lap and stared the two down. "Again why should I care, I am not his mother or father, I don't care what he does in his own damn personal time." Rosalie stressed to the pair.

"Look Rosie," the weasel starts when Jeremy stood in front of Rosalie glaring into his eyes.

"You will address her as Lady Slytherin," Jeremy ordered, as the weasel chose to glare back.

"I'll call her what I want I'm her best mate." The Weasel growled.

Stepping closer Jeremy got into the Weasel's face. "Call her anything other then Lady Slytherin and you will have wished you didn't cross me," Jeremy snarled as the shadows in the carriage swarmed around him and threw him out into the hall. Granger gasping in fright as she rushes out to the weasel. "If I see either of you come near my Lady, I will kill you."

Slamming the sliding door Jeremy pulled the blinds down and went back over to Rosalie, laying his head on her lap. "Thank you my Jeremy." Rosalie whispered as the train continues on, Jeremy wrapping his arms around her waist and nuzzling her stomach making her giggle.

When they finally pull into the station, Rosalie and Jeremy find a carriage and hop on, they see Luna humming away. So before they could leave Rosalie jumps back down and goes over to Luna and pulls her to the carriage. "You'll be late if you keep trying to find those Wrackspurts." Rosalie giggles to the girl as Luna smiles dreamily.

"Thank you Rosie." Luna whispers as she hops in the carriage. Jeremy waved. "Hello death guard."

"My names Jeremy, if that will make it easier for you." Jeremy said to the girl.

"Oh, I know, I just like calling you by your title, but I will call you by your name seeing as the Mistress of Death has asked me to call her by her name." Luna whispered as she turned away from them and smiled as she watched the forest pass them by.

As the time passes Luna speaks up. "Who are those people?" Luna asks as they sign in. Rosalie and Jeremy turn to seeing shadows drifting eerily, like ghosts.

"Aurors. For security." Flitwick states as he marks Rosalie and her guard in.

"It's not a cane, you cretin. It's a walking stick." Rosalie hears Malfoy snarl. Her eyes flicking over to the blonde.

Draco stands amidst a mountain of trunks and owl cages, watching Filch pass a long security detector over a walking stick.

"And what exactly would you be wanting a walking stick?" Filch questions.

"It was his father's." A voice drawls. Snape separates from the shadows. Draco eyeing him warily, then snatches the stick from Filch.

"Is my father's. He's not dead." Draco growls. Snape watches as Malfoy carefully wraps the stick in felt, laying it back inside his trunk.

"It's alright, Mr. Filch. I can vouch for Mr. Malfoy." Snape says. 

Rosalie hums softly, before turning and making the walk up to Hogwarts, Jeremy on her right and Luna on her left.