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The first time he had paid no attention. The youngest Weasley male had been scarfing down his breakfast, oblivious to the irritated owl beside him. It wasn't until a white-tipped feather of the Bard owl fell on his plate that he turned to see a neatly tied bouquet of Sweet Williams.
Ron picked up the card only to see a lack of a signature. What was written did manage to make him look quite ill. Uncomfortable he tossed them into the floor of the Great Hall. The second day it was Bachelor's Buttons. The third day, when the assorted roses arrived, Neville offered him the traditional meanings of the flowers. Ron panicked. The gifts had caused more then one whoop from the Slytherin table. Wasn't a guy getting flowers embarrassing enough?
"I swear," he declared, "If it's Malfoy I—"Ron's words were stopped as a rather sullen Hufflepuff approached him.
"Mr. Wea-I mean, uh, Ron." The boy fidgeted. " I know you don't know me, but, I was…was wondering if… if…" Ron's eyes widened with terror. "If you knew why Ginny wasn't keeping the flowers I've been sending her."
Ron could have sworn the entire table became an outburst of laughter.