Fates Vows

Chapter Four

After meeting up with Theo, Matt, Daph, Pansy, Blaise, Draco, and Enzo, we adventured back to the common room. When we got there, there were first years lounging on our sofas. I strutted over, glaring daggers at them. I stood beside one of the sofas.

"Hey!" I shouted not only gaining the attention of the first years but also practically the all Slytherin house. Scowling, I asked, "What are you looking at?" The anger lacing through my voice was enough to make everyone, apart from the first years on the sofa, go back to what they were doing. "Get off our sofa!" I yelled, making the years flinch. Feeling a presence behind me, I sighed as a familiar hand went on my shoulders.

"You heard the girl. Move." Draco demanded moving beside me his arm causally draped over my shoulder.

"Y-yes sir." They muttered getting up immediately. 

We all then piled on the sofas. Blaise, Pansy, me , Daphne, and Theo, on one side. Tom, Draco, Matt, Tom and Enzo on the other. We chatted for a while until the head boy, Craig Bowker Jr. came strutting over.

"Rosella. Malfoy." He said gaining the attention of our group.

"Bowker?" Malfoy asked Craig.

"A moment?" He asked, "Dumbledore wants to have a word."

"Yes." I said getting up and following Draco who was following Craig.

"What have you done?" He whispered to me when I caught up to them walking beside Draco.

"Hey. I haven't done shit." I whispered back.

"We're here." Craig announced after a few minutes of silence walking. "Lemon Sherbet." He muttered towards the statue.

"Grazie (Thanks)." I thanked walking towards the statue. 

Putting my hood up of Draco's hoodie I still wore, we walked inside of Dumbledore's office. Inside there was loads of books on shelves, pictures hanging on the walls, a Harry Potter, and Dumbledore's phoenix.

Wait Harry. What the fuckity duck is he doing here.

"Draco." I muttered looking at his eyes. He hummed looking back at me. "Harry fucking Potter." I explained gazing back and forth. Potter turned around noticing us.

"Malfoy. Ella." He raised his eyebrows, "what are you two doing here?"

"It's none of affari tuoi, cazzo (your fucking business)." I scoffed.

"Miss Nott, please be civil. Mr Potter, what do I owe the pleasure." Dumbledore asked appearing from nowhere.

"I wanted to have a word sir. About the hearing." He explained.

"Right. Well, if you were to stand outside for a moment while I speak to miss Nott, and Mr Malfoy." Dumbie offered pointing to the door.

"Yes sir." Harry nodded leaving.

"Take a seat please." Dummy demanded us, indicating to the two seats that appeared in front of his desk, where he now sat. Draco sat on the chair to the left. Following his suit, I sat on the other chair. "So you're probably wondering why I called you here." He stated. Draco nodded his head. "Well, your parents, Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy and Tiberius and Selene Nott wanted me to give you this letter." He explained handing Draco a letter. "Also they wanted me to give you a dorm to share. I know that in Hogwarts boys and girl have separate dorms but for the arrangements they have planned, they said it would be best. So you two will be sharing a dorm and I need you to read that letter. Remember if you two need to talk to someone my door is always open, and I'm sure Snape would be willing to talk as well as McGonagall." He smiled. "Now if you were to, please, leave tell Harry, I'm ready for him." He told us.

"Yes professor." Draco replied. Pulling me up by my arm and dragging me out because I was lost in my thoughts. 

Why? Why did me and Draco have to share a dorm? What arrangements did my parents and his make? What does this mean for us?

Groaning, I slowly followed Draco, after he spoke to Potter telling him to go inside. I tried to catch up Draco but ended up tripping over my undone lace which I didn't know was undone. I hit the floor with a soft thump face planting the concrete.

Draco turned around the instant I fell.

Draco's PoV

Looking back at what Dumbledore was saying, I remember something about my father speaking of an arrangement between mine and Rosie's families. He said that it would be to unite our families. 

I have a feeling that I know what the letter is about. 

And it's not good. For her. Good for me.

See, I have liked Rosella since I first saw her, one holiday when she was down with her brother, Theo, my best mate. 

Theo came to my manor for summer, a couple of years ago. Rosella was in Italy still studying in one of her mega list of schools. 

To be honest I'm surprised that she managed to get a place in Hogwarts.

Anyway, she was meant to stay there all summer, however managed to get expelled, again. Having no where else to stay due to her parents' absence, Theo thought that she would be safer with him. She could stay with me and my family, or Theo would go back home. I, wanting to spend time with Theo, agreed to let her stay with us. So the next day Rosella arrived. She was the most elegant beautiful girl I have ever laid my eyes on. I knew she was the one. But with Theo being her brother, I knew to keep my feelings to myself unfortunately.

I was walking at a fast pace in order to get to our dorm quickly, maybe catch Theo, Matt or any of my friends before bed. I looked behind to see if Rose has caught up yet. She hasn't. She seemed deep in thought. I looked forwards again, only to hear a thump from behind me. Looking rapidly backwards I saw that Rose had fallen over. 

"Are you okay?" I asked trying to hide a laughter.

"You go ahead. Laugh." She replied with a serious look on her face accompanied with an eye roll. I bit my lip, calming my laughter so I didn't hurt my crush's feelings anymore.

"Are. You. Okay?" I repeated slower.

"What do you think?" She asked. "I just faceplanted the fucking floor. Pensi che io stia bene (You think I'm okay)?" She shouted, crossing her legs, still on the floor. I crouched down to her level. She pouted.

"Come on." I demanded. "We're both tired, and we need to read this letter before going to bed." 

"Fine." She huffed, "can I have a little help?"

I stuck my hand out, to which she grabbed, pulling herself up with my help. We then carried on with our journey.

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I hoped you enjoyed. I wonder what the letter is about. Do you know?