Rose Malfoy
Rose Malfoy

Rose Malfoy

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Why is she doing this? Why did she ask me to be best man at her wedding when in fact everyone knows I should be in the groom's shoes? Does she not know that I feel it too? Does she not know that I love her? Rose Weasley, my Rose Weasley, is getting married and I'm not the groom. I know I've done a surprising number of shits with her, but did I really deserve to have to be forced to watch her get married in front of me? Damn, damn, damn! Her name was supposed to be Rose Malfoy, redhead!
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