[HP] Leader's Exclusive Rose

Rosalind was asked by Madam Pomfrey not to leave the medical wing until noon, Harry had already woken up, and was also sitting on his hospital bed at the moment.

Just like the scene he fantasized about looking at the trophy - Rosalind hugged him extremely gratefully: "Thank you, Harry."

The savior hugged the emotional girl with flushed cheeks, and stammered, "No, it's nothing, you're welcome, it's Cedric, the trophy should be the first, and he actually saved me."

Rosalind smiled at him after listening to his intermittent and confused words: "In short, you are all the pride of Hogwarts!"

Harry also smiled shyly, and was slightly relieved of last night's nightmarish experience.

Madam Pomfrey checked Harry's body again, and let him leave after drinking a small vial of purple potion.

Cedric only woke up after Madam Pomfrey went out - he felt that he had gotten a good rest, especially when he opened his eyes and saw his fiancée sitting by the bed, he thought for a moment that he was In a warm and beautiful dream.

Perhaps because of a mutual understanding, the moment he opened his eyes, Rosalind cast her eyes on him, and the summer breeze blew the white curtains, and they looked at each other at a distance of not too far, with only love flowing.

"I miss you very much." Cedric looked at the girl in front of him and said softly, "I really miss you."

Rosalind didn't respond immediately, she still looked at her lover on the bed silently, but there was some indescribable grievance in her eyes: "But you lied to me...you said you would keep yourself safe Bring it back to me."

The young man was startled when he heard the words, and a trace of guilt welled up in his gray eyes: "I'm sorry..."

"I don't dare to think about what I would do without you! I'm even thinking about whether I can live alone if something happens to you..." Rosalind's voice slowly choked up, "I hate you."

Cedric listened to her vent quietly, distressed and guilty in his gray eyes.

"I'm sorry, Rosa..." He struggled to get up to comfort his fiancée, but the wound on his right shoulder was also pulled, and he groaned in pain.

"I have to give you a punishment, Cedric. I have to give you some punishment!" Rosalind turned her back to him and said to herself, like a irascible little beast, she pulled her hair resentfully— The negative emotions that had been piled up in her mind for a while were finally about to explode. Rosalind lowered her head and angrily took out her wand from her pocket, raised her legs and straddled Cedric's body: "It will hurt, So I want to make it memorable for you."

Cedric didn't know what she was going to do for a moment, but he subconsciously held her waist to prevent her from falling.Watching her unbutton her shirt, "Rosa?" His expression was a bit astonished.He really didn't know how his little Rose wanted to punish him.

Rosalind frowned while looking at the originally smooth and firm chest and raised her wand——

When the first R was engraved, Cedric's convulsions finally made her unbearable. The lover who had just escaped from death could not let him die of pain on the bed.But when she thought that she was about to lose him, but the client didn't feel any regrets about it, she became ruthless again.

"Hold it." Her dark brown eyes fixed on those gray ones, and she said viciously on purpose, but the slight tremor when her left hand caressed the skin next to her gave her away.

Cedric always pampered her habitually, calmed his breath, and left only the eyes as an outlet for all his emotions.

Rosalind faced the gray sea of ​​stars, thought for a while, and finally only carved another S at the bottom right.

That's her initials.

"You are mine, Cedric Diggory." She seldom called his full name, except when she was in an extremely bad mood: "I beg you to take a good look at me!" As she spoke, she Raising her left hand, the ruby ​​ring was firmly worn on her middle finger. "I don't want to be a widow, and I don't want to be a widow. I'm your fiancee now, and you have to be responsible to me!"

Cedric's eyes were as gentle as ever, and at the moment they were full of affection and apology: "I'm sorry, Rosa, I made you worry about me. I promise I won't do this again, okay?"

Rosalind turned her head away and didn't respond. After a while, she looked at the mark she had carved with her own hand just now: "Does it hurt?" The girl still had a sullen face, but when she touched the mark with her fingertips, it seemed that the next second would still be painful. Still can't help but wet the eye sockets when there are traces of blood oozing.

"Healed as ever," she said, but the RS imprint on the wand would remain there forever.

Cedric grabbed her left hand and put it on the place where the words were engraved, then touched her face and said in a hoarse voice: "It hurts." Seeing the girl's expression, he felt more guilt in his eyes, and lowered his voice again. Said: "So you have to be responsible to me. If you don't marry me in the future, it will be difficult to end this matter."

Rosalind naturally heard the joke in his words: "Hmph, who said I must marry you? Let me tell you, don't think that I am trapped by this ring. As long as you dare to leave me, I will throw it away immediately." over it!"

"I was wrong baby, will my future Mrs. Diggory forgive me this time? I won't leave you, I swear." Cedric's gray eyes always said to Rosalind. The endless affection is like an endless pool of water.

"No next time! No!" Rosalind stared at him closely, her bloodshot dark brown eyes were unquestionably tough.

"No next time, I promise." Cedric sat up on his back elbows, stared straight into her eyes, and then he stroked her head and kissed her lips.

Nothing soothes the restless and sad soul of a loved one more than a close hug and kiss, and if there is one, it can only be more intimate.

"I love you, Rosa." Cedric's breath touched Rosalind's earlobe, causing the girl to breathe a little messily.

"I love you too—" Rosalind echoed in his ear, as if making an unbreakable vow. "So please don't leave me alone..." She fell on his shoulder and finally couldn't help crying: "I can't live without you..."

"I'm here, Rosa, I swear I'll never leave you." Cedric felt distressed from the wetness from his shoulders, and stroked his lover's back.

Madam Pomfrey also left him until noon before letting him and Rosalind walk out of the gate of the hospital wing. Harry left earlier than they did, but this did not affect the two of them being the center of the topic—although Dumbledore Lido once told all the teachers and students not to ask the two warriors what happened in the third level when they were lying on the hospital bed.

The bright stars in the sky are blinking, overlooking Hogwarts Castle quietly, Hufflepuff's Mr. Good and Gryffindor's savior have become the pride and glory of Hogwarts at the same time - especially Cedric, Now it is a famous figure in Hogwarts.

"Although I've known you are outstanding since I was a child, I still can't understand why they know you have a girlfriend, and she's an engaged girlfriend," Rosalind shook off a stack of envelopes with hearts in her hand, "Sen Derek Diggory, look me in the eye and tell me the truth, do you claim to be single?"

"No—" Cedric took her into his arms, rubbed her neck and smiled lowly, "I always tell people that I have a fiancée."

In the spell class, Flitwick taught them the Flying Curse—it was not difficult for her or Cedric, after all, she always accompanied him to learn and practice some advanced spells before the game, and Cedric was very happy. Flitwick's request was easily fulfilled, Rosalind stretched out her wand, and recited the spell to the quill on the table, but nothing changed.

The girl was stunned for a moment, and then said again: "The quill is flying."

But still nothing changed.

Cedric obviously noticed the situation of the person beside him, and cast a concerned look at her.Rosalind looked sideways at him, then pointed at the quill with her wand, almost using all her strength: "The quill is flying." The quill seemed to have finally sensed her call, and wobbled It floated a low height, and before it landed in her palm, it fell on the table again.

"Don't worry, are you too tired recently?" Cedric stroked the back of her hand and comforted, "I'll try again with you later."

Rosalind twitched the corners of her mouth and let out a hmm from her throat, but her eyes were fixed on the wand on the table.

The afternoon Defense Against the Dark Arts class was cancelled—which meant they could spend the afternoon freely.

Rosalind locked herself in the room after she returned to the dormitory, stood in front of the bed, and tried almost all the spells she had learned in the past six years—but none of them succeeded, even the most basic levitation Curse, she didn't even cast it.

Feeling helpless, she sat down on the bed, and suddenly remembered what Dumbledore said about the backlash of the curse.

Oh Merlin, please don't make fun of me like that.The girl thought at a loss: Could it be that the backlash of the curse on her made her a person without magic power?

When he came back from the auditorium at noon, Cedric saw her entering his room with a heavy heart. It had been almost an afternoon and he hadn't seen her come out.

Knocked on her door: "Rosa? Rosa? Are you in?" Cedric knocked again.

"I'm here." Rosalind opened the door: "What?"

"Are you okay? I think you have been a little bit wrong since Professor Flitwick's class." Cedric said, rubbing the top of her hair: "Don't worry, the core of your wand is the tail feather of a phoenix—— It is easy to be affected by its own subjective consciousness when casting a spell, and you have been too busy with my work recently, which may be the reason why you did not succeed immediately."

"Don't worry, let yourself relax and get a good night's sleep—I'll practice with you then." Cedric watched her reaction, his gray eyes full of tenderness.

Rosalind also nodded when she heard the words, and smiled as a promise.

When tossing and turning at night, she seemed to have returned to the days when she couldn't sleep because of divination before the game.Only this time the protagonist is herself.

My leader doesn't need a broken rose.

My leader doesn't need a broken rose.