I realize that this is a very short story. I intended for it to be that way. I'm sorry if you don't like that. I don't like it either, but that's life. I apologize again, but this is just a little piece I wrote while working on my chaptered fanfic. I hope you enjoy this small act of boredom. TOODLES!!
Disclaimer: I own none of this story excepting of course the plot.
Lord of the Flowers
A warm summer's breeze made its way through the Forbidden Forest rustling the branches of the trees. Deep in the forest hidden within a small clearing a young man sat diligently working. He lifted his face as the wind ruffled his already messy black hair. Emerald eyes pierced the darkness before continuing to gaze at the work laid out before him.
Scattered across the ground were numerous flowers. Each one held an entrancing beauty even in the nights enshrouding black. Before the young man sat a vase filled with clear, sparkling water. In his hand he held a small knife slanted from the point to the hilt. Slowly the young man bent down before carefully selecting one of the many flowers laid out before hime. His nimble fingers held the flower carefully, but firmly before cutting it to the correct length and placing it in the vase. The young man scutinized the arrangement in the vase his fingers darting here and there to fix problems only he could see.
The black haired youth directed his attention once more to the flowers laid out before him. Slowly he reached out and gently took hold of two flowers. He then began weaving the stems together choosing another flower to add to the chain as he went. Slowly a beautiful chain of flowers began to grow from his hand. When the chain reached the appropriate length and every flower had been used the young man placed the chain around the neck of the vase. Slowly he stood back to admire his work and for the first time since the beginning of the process he smiled. This truly was one of his greatest works. He bent down and carefully picked up his prize before throwing on his invisibility cloak over them both and sneaking out of the forest.
It was well known that Draco Malfoy enjoyed art and yet the creation sitting before him far surpassed anything he had ever seen before. In front of him, placed directly in front of the seat he had claimed in second year, was an arrangement of flowers so beautiful it took his breath away. Blues and reds mixed with orange and purple in a manner that he didn't know was possible, but what really caught his attention was the small note tucked into the ring of flowers around the neck of the vase. The note read: Love from the Lord of the Flowers.
Draco was so enthralled he didn't even notice the emerald eyes gazing at him from across the room.
P.S- I really need a beta coughmorrighancough so if anyone's willing to help that would be fantabulous.