hey since you're taking prompts for writing drarry and all ! :D something to do with flowers? roses bouquets anything whatever. something sweet? 3
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Every day for the past week, Harry had been enchanting a piece of paper from one of Draco's books of blank paper to fold itself into a rose. They had classes together for the next two weeks, and Harry hasn't missed one day yet. It was tricky to do because most of the classes the two had together was Potions, and Harry could get in trouble if he was caught sending paper roses to Malfoy. Snape surely wouldn't approve, so Harry had been very careful to do the charm at the beginning of class when the Professor wasn't in the room.
Harry's roses were the talk of the school. Who fancies Draco, of all people? the whispers were. Once people realized that it was going to be happening every day, they started looking for who would do it. So of course, that part got challenging. As Harry got his Potions book out, he would carefully stick the tip of his wand out of the opening of his bag and mutter the charm. Instantly, a paper would wrench itself out of Draco's journal and twist itself into a rose.
The first day this happened, Draco was shocked. He tried to hide the paper rose, but Pansy had seen. She plucked it out of his hand and showed her fellow Slytherins. She was the one who announced it, Pansy did, really, so if anyone is to blame for embarrassing Draco, it's her.
The next day, he grabbed the second paper rose out of the air and looked at it closely. He slowly unfolded it to see if there was a message on the paper. There wasn't. He shoved the mangled piece of paper in his bag.
The third day, after Harry muttered the charm, Draco slowly picked the rose out of the air. Examining it, but not taking it apart, he slid it in his bad, almost carefully.
Every day after that, much to Harry's pleasure, Draco had been putting the paper flowers in his bag. Saving them, hopefully. Hopefully not trying to find out the magical fingerprint on the paper, but Harry really didn't care whether or not he found out that it was him.
On the seventh day, a Friday, Draco wasn't in his seat before class started. Harry couldn't enchant him a rose. Irritated, he got his potions book out as usual, but this time, he didn't touch his wand. He got out some parchment, Snape had said something about it being a note-taking day, and a quill, as well.
And right as he was about to dip his quill into his inkwell to write his name, the paper in front of him shot up in the air, folding itself into a foreign flower. The paper petals were shaped perfectly, unlike Harry's flimsy roses. Harry turned around in his seat, and saw that Draco was standing at the door of the Potions classroom with his wand out.