A/N: Credz to imbeingsirius and her FB page, 'Harry Potter and the page of stories'. Don't own HP.
Probably been done a few times, but eh, I'm still giving it a go. Just so you know, I don't normally write, much less read, next gen fics.
Flaming Rose.
It was obviously going to be a happy day at Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The halls were lavishly decorated in pink, red and white hearts. Students had been allowed to don the same color clothing for the special day – Valentines' day. Everywhere sweethearts were trading gifts of flowers, chocolates and jewelry, and sweet little kisses to trying to wrestle the other's will away from him. Rose saw her cousin, James, give a girl a piggy-back ride to the Great Hall. Her brother was glaring at Lily's boyfriend – giving him the 'if you hurt her, I'll break your neck' look. It was sort of endearing to Rose Weasley, third year, how the Potters and Weasleys were not cousins, but brothers and sisters. That's how they all felt, at least. She now knew by uncle Harry and her dad were so close – they were such good friends and brothers that their souls were matched. She made her way to the Great Hall, secretly glad her crush hadn't shown up.
"Weasley!" She'd spoken to soon.
"What, Malfoy?" She rounded on him, her wand already at the ready.
"Happy Valentines' Day." He said; his voice perfectly leveled at the sight of her wand, his eyes, though, eyed it carefully. Rose was known for her abilities – she'd inherited her mothers' brains, after all.
She looked down at his hand. A single long-stemmed blood red rose in his hand. She scowled at the flower.
"What, don't you like it?" He smirked. "You know I like you, Rose."
She smiled sweetly and leaned in as if to take the flower, but her wand beat her to it.
"Incendio."
The rose burst into flames. Scorpius stared in amusement at the flower.
"You know I hate roses." She growled at him. Scorpius grinned at her and pulled her towards him before pushing his lips to hers.
After that, he gave her a rose every year for Valentines' Day – and she would always burn them. Gradually they grew on her, but she would never tell him that. Otherwise he would stop giving them to her.