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concerned
Thomas didn’t quite understand Rose. She always made him do the things she was too nervous to do and he was just chivalrous enough to go out and fall to the girl’s bidding. It amazed him how riled up she could get over things, but she often worried him into thinking that she was going to absolutely lose her mind if whatever she wanted to happen, didn’t happen.
“You don’t have to do it,” she whispered, even though it was far past midnight and no Ravenclaw in their right mind would be out of bed, as final exams week started tomorrow. Thomas supposed that he and Rose occasionally were out of their minds, and that was why they got along so well.
“I didn’t say I was,” he said back, pulling his feet off the floor and pulling his knees to his chest. He watched as Rose’s face twisted, trying not to seem disappointed in his response. It was quite obvious that she was, and her valiant effort made him think twice. “Why do you want me to do it?”
“Because,” she let out, exasperated with herself and him and the entire situation, “I don’t want to finish my fifth year being the only girl who....well, you know.”
Thomas’ eyes narrowed at her, and he leaned forward, the blanket he’d thrown over his bare shoulders slipping off, “You’re not asking me to have sex with you, are you?”
How Rose managed to illicit the sharpest, but quietest and most affronted squeal he’d ever heard, Thomas could not tell you. She reached out and slapped his arm, and he frowned in annoyance. He was only asking a question.
“You’re making it seem like that big of a deal!” he let out, earning himself another slap in the arm. Rose pulled her robes tighter around her and she shook her head, looking ready to jolt back up the steps to the girls’ dormitory.
“I just want you to kiss me, for goodness’ sake!” Rose squeaked, shaking her head in disgust, “Why can’t a girl just want to be kissed, why does it have to lead all the way to shagging? Danielle and Donovan have been together for over a year and they still haven’t---”
“They haven’t? Really?”
“No, they haven’t and I really can’t figure out why---”
“----that’s so weird, I would’ve bet my broomstick--”
“Me too, but don’t tell because she really hates talking about it and----” Rose slapped her hand down onto his thigh, making him jump, “Thomas! You’ve got to kiss me before I lose my nerve!”
He sighed, pushing his back into the couch as he stared at Rose. She looked at him expectantly, and he knew that if he didn’t kiss her right now that she’d be miffed with him all week and it would just really annoy him in the most frustrating of ways. She would look sad and disappointed, and then he’d feel like a complete jerk and have to do something to make it up to her even though she was the one forcing him into this.
He really did not understand his relationship with Rose Knightley.
“Fine, come here,” he said, twisting to face her. Rose’s back stiffened and she straightened immediately, looking as if she’d seen a ghost. Thomas hadn’t kissed many girls before (only one, to be exact), but he knew that a kiss was no fun when it looked like you had a broomstick up the back of your shirt. He tugged on her ankle to pull her into a more comfortable position and let his foot drop down to the floor, his toes drifting across the carpet.
His hands found themselves on the side of her face and Thomas stared at Rose for a few seconds, “Are you sure?”
“I don’t want to be bad at it,” she let out in a nervous, breathy voice that made Thomas’ eyes go out of focus for a moment. He shook his head, leaning forward and kissing her to prove that she would not be bad at this at all.
Ooh, and she wasn’t.
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