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White Roses	By : wintermoongoddess Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 1448 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I do not own Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, or any other sexy characters from the Harry Potter books and movies. I do not write for money. I don't even own my own house, but I am working on it!!!

White Roses

Draco Malfoy, heir to the Malfoy name, scowled as he looked up from his spoiled breakfast.

�What happened?�was all Draco could ponder as he continued to scowl at the many curious faces glancing his way. It had been such a good morning too; no loud Pansy, no Crabbe and Goyal acting like bumbling idiots, and finally no Saint Potter. Everything was going smooth, pleasant almost. That was until a suicidal owl decided to drop on in on his breakfast.

�BLOODY BIRD!� He snarled to no one in particular, which made everyone within earshot turn away, afraid to become the next victim of Draco�s wrath. He seethed internally while the owl left silently, taking half of Draco�s breakfast with it on its back side. This day had just turned from somewhat pleasant, to down right horrendous, and he hadn�t even finished his meal yet. Feeling an approaching headache Draco glanced down and sighed. He desperately wanted to bang his head against the table. That�s when he finally noticed a note that wasn�t there before.

It wasn�t folded, or hexed, from what he could tell. In fact there was nothing special about it besides the fact that it was slightly wrinkled, like someone crumbled it up deciding to throw it away, but then changed their mind at the last moment. Peering through his peripheral vision, he glanced around, making sure none of his classmates where inquisitive. Once convinced that he had some privacy, Draco flipped the small parchment over and read the delicate, almost artistic, hand written words. Little did he know, those words he read were just going to take his bad day, and make it even worse.

�Beauty over wisdom to fit in with the styles.
Your Cinderella stories, for a price.
Vanity's a business built to please the unique,
Silicon and stars collide; the rest will fall in line.�

At first he didn�t know how to respond, was this some type of joke? Nothing made sense. Those three lines contained no logic whatsoever to him. It didn�t appear to be a poem or even a spell. Looking around he wonder whom would have him sent such a useless object? Didn�t these people know he was on his way to becoming a very important, very powerful wizard? He had no time for childish games.

No one in the Great Hall seemed even a little fazed to what he was holding. Surely one of his classmates must have sent this to him, right? Draco shrugged, and looked down at the parchment on more time, where he noticed that there was a little white rose drawn on the lower right corner. It was faint, and the stem of the rose was looped, like the tail of a fancy �y�. It almost reminded Draco of a signature he had seen long ago.

�Drakie, whatcha reading?�

The voice came out of nowhere, startling Draco just a little. But just a little, because everyone knows Malfoys don�t get startled. Quickly recomposing himself, Draco looked over to the maker of the quiet irritating voice. It was Pansy, and she was smiling at him with that creepy doll like smile she always seemed to make when she wanted something.

�Drakie, whatcha reading?� she asked again. �Is it a love note? Oh let me read!� Pansy exclaimed as she prepared to pounce on him.

�Bugger off Parkinson, it�s none of your business� Draco announced as he pocketed the note and stood up. Smoothing out his non-existent wrinkles, he glanced around the Great Hall one more time. Smirking when a small group of Ravenclaw girls burst into giggles when he looked over them.

Life as the Slytherin King was good.

Draco then gave a small node of goodbye to Blaise, and made his exit through the Great Halls grand oak doors. Robe billowing in such a way that Professor Snape would have been proud.

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Draco was pretty sure he was the only wizard in the world, well maybe besides Snape, who enjoyed the idea of double potions. Strolling into the class room late yet again. He wore the most vindictive smirk a person could possibly make. It was double potion all right, but it was with Gyrffindors. That almost put a damper on his mood. Almost.

�Mr. Malfoy, where exactly have you been for the past fifteen minutes?� Snape questioned out with boredom. Truth be told Draco was late for pranking first years, but there was no way he was going to say that out loud. One of the do gooder Gyffindorks would most likely rat him out to the Headmaster. So he lied.

�I merely was helping some lost students Professor.� Draco stated as if it was clear as day.

�Hm, I see. Then I will excuse your tardiness Mr.Malfoy.� Snape drawled once again, almost like he never really opened his mouth to speak. Draco nodded curtly and then took his seat next to Blaise. He couldn�t help but to smirk bigger as he saw the glares from the many angry slime. They just wished they could have what he had.

�Today we are going to start talking about our next potion assignment, and I won�t sugarcoat it, it is very difficult. So let�s try not screwing it up, right Mr. Potter.� The Slytherins in the class couldn�t help but snicker, non-more than Draco, as Professor Snape insulted the golden boy. Draco never could understand how someone who was pretty much handed everything on a silver platter, much like himself, could not even grasp the simple concepts of potions. Yeah he understood people like the Weasleys, and Longbottom not getting it. They were poor, and poor people never understand anything.

�Before we start our potions you must understand some of the major components to it.� Snape continued on, �And I highly suggest every one of you pay much attention to the things I�m going to say, and yes Mr. Malfoy that does include you for once.�

What the hell? Draco exclaimed into his mind, as he snapped to attention.

Did Professor Snape really just call him out in front of his peers! That was positively absurd! No one called out a Malfoy, especially in front of other people. Oh his father would so hear about this.

Then it hit him that the Gryffindorks where laughing at him.

Draco mustered up as much anger as humanly possible, and then let it lose in the form of a glare. Damn those Gryffindor swine! How dare they think they could laugh at him? As he glared around the room, he took names of all the people who were laughing, and those who where trying to hold it in, like the mudblood Granger. Oh yes, he would get even with those who laughed sometime during the year. No one laughs at a Malfoy. No one.

Happy with the names he had memorized, Malfoy went back to paying attention to Professor Snape; that was until he noticed something. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Potter, and he wasn�t laughing. He was calming taking notes, and seemed dead to the world around him.

Sadly Draco couldn�t decided what pissed him off more, the fact Potter was actually concentrating on potions, or the fact that he wasn�t paying attention to him at all. Everyone paid attention to Draco, we was too pretty not to notice, right?

�Today I�m teaching you a relatively new potion to the wizarding world.� Professor Snape spoke broadly. �Here are your notes copy them down.� Snape ordered, then continued with his lecture.

�The three most important ingredients to making this potion are all strait forward. Shavings from a unicorn horn, slices of white Willow bark, and a few other small ingredients, but the main, and most important ingredient is a single white rose.�

Snape paused for effect, the man was a bloody drama queen.

�The Rose: it�s used in many lesser known potions, but its main usage is when a whole rose is used. Can anyone tell me what a whole rose is normally used for?� Draco had to roll his eyes, as always Grangers hand shot straight up. Snape of course would never call on her.

�The rose is used to discover hidden truths.� Snape continued complelty ignoring the Gryffindor girl practically standing on her seat. �We will use it to make a lesser known truth potion.�

Well there was no fun in that. Draco already knew how to make Veritaserum. But that didn�t contain roses. Maybe this is why Snape told him specifically to pay attention, �This truth potion is not made so that others will tell you the truth. This potion is made so the user can tell themselves the truth, because believe it or not, and I highly suggest you do, the hardest person to tell the truth to is yourself.�

Oh now he was intriged.

Sorry if it was bad, and yes flames are welcomed. This was just something I had floating around in my head. Let me know if you liked it.
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