The deep green, lustrous leaves of the rose bush conceal the spiked thorns. I watch idly as the bright red liquid stains my skin while the blood seeps out of my wound.
The sun coloured rose caught my eye, as it did many judging by severed stems. Few roses remain despite the thorns efforts to preserve them from all unknown. After only one attempt to gather a rose, I've been pricked by a thorn.
Tokens of my Hogwarts House come to be a reoccurring sight in everyday life, as is his. I draw my eyes down to the the tainted rose below, drips of my blood staining the yellow petals. The leaves surrounding the rose are a similar shade to the Slytherin robes, robes that at one point felt more comfortable than my own.
I can't seem to escape any reminders of Draco Malfoy. The mix of the two colours reminds me of our robes, thrown onto carelessly onto the stone floor. The feeling of his lips on mine as we ignored the stereotypes, choosing only each other.
I wrap my hand firmly around the stem of the ruined rose. The thorns piercing my palm as I tear the flower from its stem, feeling accomplished as I do so. I find myself unresponsive to the pain I've caused as an unwarranted tear streaks down my cheek.
I miss you Draco Malfoy
My dully set gaze remains on the once vividly green thorns, the stinging sensation begins to appear as I shift my gaze to the flower. The petals are disheveled, the bloodstains have greatly infested the flower, and it already looks as if it's died.
-but I don't want you back.
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The Snake in the Grass {Draco Malfoy}
FanfictionBefore the Sorting Hat decided Diana Fawley would do well in Hufflepuff there was the question of if she would do better in Slytherin. She waited six long minutes before she got an answer, and she was relieved when he called it out. However Draco Ma...
