This is written for mew-tsubaki's quote challenge! Enjoy!
"If I had a rose for every time I thought of you, I'd be picking roses for a lifetime." -Swedish Proverb
She gasped as she touched one of the white colored petals. There were so many of them, all around the room. And in all different sizes and colors, to. Red, yellow, pink, white, purple, blue, ect. The roses lined the shelves, neatly put into transparent cases. A plaque was on everyone of them, and a few tiny words were written on them. And then, right before her eyes, another glass case with a rose appeared. Then another, and another. She turned to face him, and he had a playful smile on his lips, his wand held out in front of him. "Sorry, I was just thinking of...you." He smiled, stroking her cheek with his cold hand.
"And that has anything to do with the appearing roses?" She quirked an eyebrow, smiling back at him.
"Thats the entire point. A new thought, a new rose. Silly girl, you catch on slowley." He chuckled. Her eyes lit up.
"You think of me this much, Severus?" She looked around the room, both shocked and flattered at the number of roses. She picked one up from a table side and brought it to her nose. It smelled fresh and sweet, like perfume. It was a light white-like color, and it was petite. She played around with it in her hands, examining it carefully, catching the small details. Like, that it had a red speck on its second leaf to the bottom. The pattern of the way the petal was going was wavy. The thorns on the stem seemed round, not very pointy. It was the perfect rose, yet it seemed like it missed something. It looked like it was lacking glow. She walked up to a window, holding the rose out to the light. It sparkled like little gemstones.
"I do." He confessed. "And I wont ever stop." He pulled her into a loose embrace, hugging her from behind and placing a kiss to her temple. "Hermione, it isn't something I can control. With each thought, a new rose comes." He explained. She nodded her head. It wasn't something that happened often in the wizarding world, but she's glad that it was happening. The thoughts barely ever create objects. New roses kept popping out, as he held her there, for what seemed like eternity.
This part is a bit sad. Its sort of an epilouge.
And even when she died of disease before he did, even when he placed roses down onto her grave, and even when he packed away all muggle things, roses appeared. More roses appeared then than they used to before. He thought about her with every minute that went by, and nothing could stop those roses from appearing. Cause even though her body was gone, her spirit and soul werent. Remember, they're never really gone unless you forget about them.
A/N: I hoped you enjoyed this as much as I enjpyed writing it!