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Kiss From A Rose	By : Cupiditatis Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 10939 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Now, this is one of the chapters I�ve been waiting to write since the
idea for the story found its way into my mind�

Cyn: Don�t worry; I�m
not going to stop this story before I�ve put the words �The End� underneath the
text. It just takes my muse sometimes a bit longer to give me the right words
to write what I�ve already planned out.

Pam: Well, I�ll try
not to disappoint you with the baby-thing�

Chapter
14

Meeting
Old Friends

�I just want you to remember
one thing before we go in. Believe not even half of what either of the guys is
saying.� Adrian told Angelina when they were
standing in front of the entrance of Marcus Flint�s home.

�Ah, you�re exaggerating Adrian.�
Said Dyson on Angelina�s other side.

�Most
of what they�re going to say is true.� He grinned over her head at Adrian who
was now glaring at his older cousin.

�And
you will tell me as soon as you feel tired or weak or anything and we go home
immediately.�

�Adrian��

�I
know, the doctor said you were fine and had in fact only had a cold but he also
said you shouldn�t be out in this weather so often because you first needed to
get used to it again.�

Angelina
sighed but said nothing anymore. She was glad the doctor had done as she had
asked him and not told him what had really been �wrong� with her. With the way
he was behaving right now he would have probably tied her to the bed had he
already found out she was pregnant.

Adrian
knocked and the door was opened to reveal a young man with dark hair. He bowed
slightly and led them inside.

�Mr.
Flint is in the dining room.� he said and motioned for the door. Angelina was more than
perplexed. It was highly unusual for wizards to have servants. House elves were
used for the same tasks and were not needed to be paid.

�Why
does Flint has a servant?� Angelina asked Dyson while they walked towards the dining room.

�He�s
not a servant. He�s a slave.�

It
took her a moment to understand what he had just said and she was just about to
ask him more about it when she remembered what Oliver had told her about the
war and what had happened to those who had lost. A shiver ran down her spine
and she was glad that the Puceys had still house elves and no slaves.

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Angelina was actually
thinking of telling Adrian that she was feeling a bit odd and
that maybe they should really go back home. Besides Herself, Adrian and Dyson
Flint had invited 15 more people, making it a rather small dinner � at least
for the standards of the wizarding high society � but that didn�t mean it was a
pleasant one.

The
stories Adrian and Dyson had been talking earlier were actually the best part
about this whole evening. The wives of some of Flint�s
friends were a lot like Camille. Smiling sweetly while the smile never reached
their eyes. But one thing they didn�t what Camille always did � they barely
spoke.

Angelina couldn�t remember having ever felt more uncomfortable in her life �
safe for the times she had to strip during the past four years � and she wanted
to run as far away from here as possible. But for now, she decided, the
bathroom would have to do. And so she excused herself and asked Marcus for the
direction of the bathroom.

Adrian
reached for her hand before she could arise from her chair and looked at her
asking.

�I�m
fine.� Angelina assured him and walked out of the
dining room and to the bathroom.

Silence.
Peace. Just for a few minutes, but it was enough for her. She sighed contently
when she closed the door of the bathroom behind her and moved to stand in front
of the mirror.

Her
hands moved automatically towards her stomach � as they had done often in the
past few days when she had been alone. There was nothing to be seen yet and she
silently wondered how long it would take before the dresses she had, like the
pale blue one she was wearing right now, would be to tight for her.

A
small smile found its way to her face at the thought of a baby growing inside
of her. She remembered her mother�s radiant face when she had told her about
Julia. She could fully understand how her mother had felt then. If only she
could be here now so she could tell her about it.

She
swallowed the lump in her throat and reached for the locket around her neck.

�I
wish you could be here now.� She whispered to the empty room. She craved to
stay for a bit longer, not at all wanting to go back to the dining room. But
she knew she had to go back. And so she took one last look at the mirror and
left the bathroom again. But she didn�t make it back to the dining room.

�Angelina!�

Angelina stopped
immediately when she heard her name being called. But it was not the fact that
someone called her that made this invisible fist clench around her heart, it
was the voice that called her name what did that.

She turned around slowly, not
really wanting to see him standing there. She didn�t say anything when she
looked at him. He looked at her with wide eyes and an open mouth.

�What� what are you doing
here?� he asked confused. Still she didn�t say anything. He had been haunting
her dreams for the past years and now she saw him standing there. Just a few
feet away from her. A slave in Flint�s home.

�Angel��

�Don�t call me that!� she
managed at last. He didn�t react but walked closer to her.

�What are you doing here?� he
asked again just before he had reached her. He looked her up and down. Took in
her complicate hairdo and the expensive dress.

�The dinner�� he spoke more to
himself than to her. Then his eyes rested on her face.

�Why� Whom did you come with?�

�Adrian.
Pucey.� She wanted to leave. Wanted to turn around and run away. But she
couldn�t. She was frozen on the spot, unable to move, barely able to breath as
this icy fist clenched her heart even more.

�Why..?�

How
dared he to question her as though he had any right to know what she did? He
had lost any right to know anything about her years ago. And still she found
herself answering.

�Because
Flint invited us and so it is only natural for me to accompany my husband��

�Husband�
no way. You two can�t be married!� He said and suddenly he looked no longer
confused but rather angry.

�Why,
do you think if you didn�t marry me, nobody else would either?�

�I
DID want to marry you, you know that!�

�Ah,
right, it was your mother who was against it� �You won�t marry her. She doesn�t fit in our family. She is�you won�t
marry her, do you understand me�� she imitated Molly�s voice.

�Don�t
you talk about my mother like that!�

Angelina shook her head at him, too angry herself now to think of anything to
reply and finally found herself able to move again. She turned around and was
about to walk back to the dining room but before she could make one step she
was turned back towards him.

He
held her arm tightly in his hand as he looked down at her.

�You�re
really his wife? The wife of a death eater? Of a murderer? Are you now going to
become just as prejudiced as they are?!�

�You
are the last one to talk about prejudices Frederick Weasley! After all it was your family who was against you marrying
someone who�s black. And you didn�t even have the courage to stand up for me.
Now let me go!� she tried to yank her arm free from his grip but his fingers
just dug deeper into her skin.

�You
better do as she said Weasel or I�ll demand Flint
to make sure that you never again touch anybody or anything!�

Angelina turned her head and saw Adrian
standing there in the hall. He was perfectly calm and only the look in his eyes
betrayed how he really felt. Angelina felt Fred�s grip on her arm loosen and without looking back at him she hurried towards Adrian who put his arm protectively around her
waist.

He
lead her back to the dining room but only to tell Marcus that they had to leave
since Angelina seemed still to be a bit weak from the flu.

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Angelina stood silently in
front of the mirror, trying to get the pins out of her hair. She
could see Adrian walking up behind her and reaching with his hands up to her head to
take the hair pins out himself. Now, her hands had nothing to do anymore and
she let them fall to her side, trying not to burry them in the fabric of her
dress.

Adrian
watched her reflection in the mirror and saw how she stared at the floor,
carefully avoiding his gaze. He leaned his head forward and kissed her neck
while he took the last of the pins out of her hair, letting it fall free over
her back.

�I
always knew the Weasels were fools, but I�d never thought that one of them
could be fool enough to let someone like you go.� His arms went around her
waist and pulled her back against his chest.

�I
want you to stay away from him.� He whispered and continued to watch her face
in the mirror.

�I
don�t want to see him again anyway.� Angelina replied just as quietly as he had spoken.

�Would
you if he were free?�

�No.�
Angelina
told him softly as lifted her gaze and met his eyes in the mirror.

�When
we came back to England and your mother demanded you sent me away you refused. He wouldn�t
have� he didn�t.�

�Angelina�� Adrian
turned her slowly around to face him. His hand moved towards her face and
pulled her gently closer until he met her lips with his own. When his tongue
moved past her lips Angelina thought that this had to be the tenderest kiss she had ever received.

Adrian�s
hands glided to her back and he unlaced her dress, letting the fabric fall from
her body to the floor. Adrian�s shirt and trousers followed it soon and only moments later they were
standing naked in front of each other. Their hands caressing the other one
while their lips met again and again.

Adrian
picked his wife up in his arms and carried her to their bed. He laid her slowly
down on the blanket and covered her body with his own. His lips found their way
from her lips down over her neck to her breasts, pulling one of the tight
little buts in between his teeth and sucked on it.

His
fingertips ran over her skin, so lightly, she almost couldn�t feel it. They
wandered over her legs, parting them gently and moving north again, until they
vanished between her dark curls.

Angelina moaned his name and Adrian
let go of her breast to return to her lips. He kissed her softly, his tongue
moving slowly, just like his fingers, letting her know that they had all the
time in the world and he planned to use as much of this time as possible to
show her just how glad he was she was his.

His
lips caught her moan when she came yet he didn�t still his movements. He took
his time. His hands and mouth moved slowly and tenderly over her entire body
before he finally gave in to her plea and became one with her.

Her arms and legs moved to entwine themselves around his shoulders and waist,
to keep him from escaping her again. But now that he was inside of her no one
would have been able to make him leave this place anyway.

When
she dug her fingernails into his shoulders and arched her back from the bed she
didn�t know how often she had already screamed his name that night and she
thought she wouldn�t be able to talk tomorrow. But as their eyes met again and
he kissed her gently before he lay down next to her she thought the price had
been worth it.

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�Angelina? Are you alright?� Alicia asked her friend
worriedly. Angelina was sitting at the window and shrugged.

�It feels like he�s leaving me, not only the school.�
She admitted sadly.

�Oh Angie, don�t talk like that! You can see him
again, anytime you want.� Alicia tried to reassure the other girl. When she looked
at Angelina�s face she saw the tears running over the dark skin and did the
only thing she could think of in this situation. She pulled Angelina into a hug
and let her cry against her shoulder.

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�Oh Angel, I wish I knew what to say to make it
better.� Leila Johnson was sitting on the edge of her daughter�s bed, her hand
stroking over the shaking back of the crying young woman.

�There�s nothing to make it better!� Angelina cried.

�I thought he loved me, mama!�

Leila leaned over her child and kissed her head.

�One day you will find someone who really loves you
Angel.� She whispered.

�I don�t care! There is no love! It doesn�t exist! I
won�t believe in it anymore!� Angelina sobbed and buried her head deeper in the
pillow. Leila Johnson sighed and continued to stroke her daughter�s back.

�Angelina. Angelina, wake up.�

Angelina jerked into a sitting
position and looked around.

�You had a nightmare.� Adrian
said softly and Angelina lay back against the pillow. Adrian
waited for her to turn her back to him and go back to sleep. But instead of
doing this he suddenly found her laying her head on his chest, her right arm
next to her face.

Adrian
sighed silently and put his left arm around her waist, holding her close to
him, hoping it would help her against the nightmares.
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