31. Orchideous
He felt weak for asking her to do that, but immensely relieved that he had. Ever since that day at Malfoy Manor, she had become important to him. He didn’t understand it, and didn’t want to, but she was capable of believing in him when he wasn’t capable himself. He had tried to deride that belief in him with causing her pain, but she had all but thanked him for cursing her. He felt like scum in comparison. So now he would believe her, trust her judgment, if she found him lacking he wouldn’t be too surprised after all. He looked on her face; she’d gone back to calmly watching the sea. Her lips quirked into a smile and she said without facing him, “You are making me nervous.” Her eyes sparkled when she turned to him with her wand out, “Orchideous!” Beautiful black roses came out of her wand. She held one out to him and said shyly, “You seemed like the black roses kind. I can do other colors though, Pink?” He smirked and took the flower, he wasn’t big on flowers, personally, but he was glad she wasn’t so frightened of him that she could not jest. |