Prologue:
"Pansy, listen to me, I do not like you. We are done. Don't bother trying to get me back cause it will be pointless for you." Draco Malfoy said with his usual sneer. Pansy's eyes filled with tears and her bottom lip began to tremble. She ran out of the Great Hall as the tears spilled down her face.
The Slytherin table stared at Malfoy. This was a new development, especially since Malfoy and Pansy had been together since third year. Blaise Zabini, Malfoy's best friend and fellow seventh year, ventured up to Malfoy's elbow.
"What was that about?" Zabini asked. Draco shook his head and led the way to a few open seats at the end of the Slytherin table, away from other students.
"I think I am falling for someone else," Draco said leaning across the table to look his friend in the eyes.
"Who? What's her name? She is a Slytherin, right?" Zabini rattled off at least five more questions before he allowed Draco to answer any of them. He only stopped when he caught Draco's eye. "Sorry." Blaise at least had the decency to look abashed.
"I don't know which house she is in, but I don't care, so long as she is not a Gryffindor or a Hufflepuff." Draco said eyeing the two house tables.
"So you do mind?" Blaise said with a cheeky grin. "Sorry," Blaise said again after getting Draco's death glare.
"Yes, I guess I do mind, just a little. Anyways, I don't know her name and I have never actually seen her. In Transfiguration Class a few months back I found this note. It wasn't addressed to anyone and it just said 'hello' so I wrote back. We have been passing notes ever since. She signs her name as the Crimson Rose, and I as the Silver Dragon." Draco said hurriedly.
"Well are you ever going to meet this girl?" Zabini asked.
"Of course I am! But it has to be at the right moment" Draco said as he finally started on his cold bacon and eggs.
Meanwhile
Across the Great Hall Hermione and Ginny were looking at some notes that Hermione had been passing to a stranger during her Transfiguration classes.
"Hold up, how long have you been passing notes, again?" Ginny asked
"I told you, it has been a few months," Hermione said with a sly smile.
" Merlin's Beard! Look at this note!" Ginny cried pulling a note from the stack, it must have been a good two feet long, the scroll was filled with minute handwriting, and the back was filled with the Silver Dragon's writing. "Do you know who this guy even is?" Ginny said in an awed voice.
" No, but I will find out one way or another." Hermione smiled "I want to know who writes such beautiful poetry and who can be so honest with a stranger." Hermione pulled out one of the pieces of parchment, "look at this one."
Crimson Rose,
Who am I to be too bold?
But I may no longer withhold,
My Crimson Rose
You are my love
My affection for you
Will remain forever true
My Crimson Rose
You are my life
When the night grows longer
It is you I start to ponder
My Crimson Rose
You are my love
For you, and you alone
Have melted my heart of stone
Thank you
My Crimson Rose
"Isn't it romantic?" Hermione said clutching the piece of paper to her chest. Ginny raised her eyebrows but said nothing, a knowing smile on her face.