Written for 'Would You Rather…' Challenge! [Always Open!], PayDay - Board One (In Play), Fanfiction Marathon Competiton/Challenge, and The Crazy 8s Challenge.

Prompts: Option B, music box, Draco/Rose, That must have been where it started - ending line.


Draco looked at Rose. She was laying on his bed, oh so temptingly. Her red hair was a fan beneath her head, and her beautiful blue eyes were closed to the world. He wanted to kiss her yet again, make her his yet again.

Draco knew, with all his heart, that he shouldn't be doing this. He was the same age as her parents, she the same as his son. This was terribly, horribly, incredibly wrong.

He didn't really care. Not when she looked like that.

He wondered when it started. Was it the first time they kissed? The first time they fucked? The first time they found each other alone, as she started her job as Astoria's nurse?

The first time he saw her smile? When her bright blue eyes lit up with joy and humor, and her red hair was blown about by the wind? When Draco felt his breath being forced out of him by the pure beauty she created? (Scor might love lilies, but Draco preferred roses.) When all he found himself thinking Rose, and what she might like? When he found himself looking at a music box one day, and remembered stories Rose had told him about the one she had when she was little? Yes, that was it.

That must have been where it started.