The Rose in the Ice,. ~Draco Malfoy Love Story~

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ONTO CHAPTER ONE!!!!

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Chapter One – A New kind of species

The three of them stood there silently. The two twins standing on the platform ready for the enormous risk ahead of them, but behind them stood the nervous Crystaluna clutching tightly to her muggle camera.

“Do I have to guys? I mean, you can do this without me right?” It was obvious she was nervous and the cold wind pushing her didn’t help. Maybe she wasn’t ready for this? She had only gotten out of hospital months earlier anyways.

“C’mon Crysta!!! Nobody can swim like you!” As usual Crysta’s cheeks went red. Something that usually happened whenever she was flattered or happy. Crysta’s confidence had risen slightly from Fred’s sweet words but she was still uneasy about the situation. Seeing the stress still on Crysta’s face George continued.

“Crysta please! How else are we supposed to get Grindylows!?!” Crysta sighed and rubbed her wrist gently as she understood how hard it had been for the twins to get the shop, even with the help of Harry! Over the past few weeks Crysta had been nervous about returning to Hogwarts.

Fred and George weren’t going to be there for her. Barely anyone she knew was.

As usual, Crysta recited her favourite saying.

“Some people play the game, even though they know they’ll lose. If I don’t do it now I’ll regret it.” Fred and George exchanged smirks as they knew they had cracked her. “But you know my condition!” She said in a sing song voice as she stripped her pants. The twins cursed under their breath as they knew they would have to agree this time.

“Fine!” they yelled in unison.

“We need three, at least.” Finished George. With an over confident smile, Crysta nodded. Taking off her shirt, her camera still held tightly, she walked to the platform. “Another picture Crysta?” Asked George sarcastically, knowing her well enough.

“Just one! PLEASE???” Crysta put on her best puppy face. Pouting out her lip and making her eyes wide.

“If it weren’t for those eyes, I’d say no.” sighed Fred as he got into a pose. George followed.

“I want a GOOD photo guys! A natural one, not a staged one.” they both sighed but nodded.

As usual the photo was beautiful. Crysta had a natural talent for muggle things. Things like cameras and iPods, phones and anything really. Crysta waited for the image to show as she shook it in the air rapidly. The camera she had was one Mr. Weasley had given her. It was an old, shake the photo to make it appear ones.

Once the image was clear a wide smile grew on all their faces. The pictures had Crysta in the middle, her tiny little body squished between the two giants that were kissing her cheeks.

Quickly, she put the camera and photo with her jumper. Before rushing back to the twins and taking grip of their giant hands. Crysta looked out over the black lake, knowing that she would have trouble snatching the Grindylows but determined not to let the twins down. Her black hair swirling around her. The twins could smell the strawberry from her shampoo.

“On the count of three.” Whispered George.

“One” said Fred.

“Two,” Spoke Crysta quietly.