Warning: Contains slash…..and angsty cuteness, so if you are bothered by that do not read.
Disclaimed: inert witty disclaimer here
Summary: Harry likes roses and Draco likes a challenge.
It was Sunday Morning on Private Drive and Harry Potter was lying in the grass, sorounded by the flowers he planted himself in his Aunt and Uncles garden. The sun was shinning brightly down on him.
His normally short jet black hair now fell in wild curls around his face, half covering the lightening bolt shaped scar on his forehead. His emerald eyes were shut peacefully. His to big shirt and jeans that belong to his over weight cousin hung of his slender frame .
Sometimes it's just nice to take a little vacation from life, Harry decided when he had lain down almost an hour ago. Things had been crazy this year. Sirius Black was dead. Harry had recently accepted this. He'd also accepted the fact he would see Sirius again soon because, being the boy who lived he probably wouldn't live long.
His purpose in life was simply to kill Voldemort. Harry planned on doing this quickly so he could kill himself and get back to his family. Life had no point to him…not that it ever really had much point. But now it even more pointless then usual.
Harry smiled as the sun warmed his cold body, he was always cold lately. The roses had just started to bloom. Harry planted red ones mostly, but he also like white roses, and yellow ones, and even orange and pink ones. Even his aunt agreed he'd done a marverlous job planting them.
Most people didn't know, but Harry Potter loved roses. They were beautiful and mysterious, and they were universal signs of love. Harry Potter was a hopeless romantic, and some nights he dreamt of sweeping some beautiful girl off her feet with a bouquet of roses. But that could never happen because girls were fragile….Girls couldn't handle the death Harry Potter had seen, the death he'd caused.
Well maybe some girls could, but girls wouldn't give him the love he needed. Girls wanted to be worshiped and nurtured. Harry didn't want to nurture anyone….He wanted love all for himself. Maybe someday he'd meet the right girl to sweep of her feet, but for now Harry Potter kept love only in his dreams.
The last thing Harry ever thought he'd have on his mind was Draco Malfoy, but The blonde was on Harry's mind. I wonder if he likes roses? Harry thought. I think he would…he seems romantic. I think underneath his mask he likes to love people…I bet he has his own little garden…where he can lay in the sun and think about people. Harry
shook his head. What am I thinking about! Draco Malfoy? He probably burns flowers…
He rolled over to look at his roses. But who could burn something so lovely? The roses were Harry's single permanent love in life, ever since he could remember he'd like to lay with the roses.
On the complete opposite side of London, Draco Malfoy was also lying in the sun, soaking it up like an alligator. Draco was also lying with the flowers, but Draco was trying to solve a crossword puzzle.
Hm….Four letter symbol for love….Draco looked at the garden around him. He planted those roses himself. Roses were very hard to grow because they need the right amount of water and sun and shade. Rose! He grinned, scribbling down the word.
Draco liked a challenge, that's why he loved his roses. He'd spent two years on this garden, and it was his pride and joy. The first year was planting and designing the garden, and the second was all about growing the roses perfectly. It was difficult because you had to give each rose the same amount of tender love and care. Roses actually were very alive.
They sometimes gave him advice, and sometimes they even helped him find new challenges. Draco needed things to do around his large mansion. But by far his favorite thing was tending to his gardens, making them grow bigger and more beautiful. He liked to nurture things. On day he'd found a bird with a broken wing. It became his new challenge, he completely ignored his garden for three weeks so he could make sure the bird healed properly.
The last thing Draco should have been thinking about was Harry Potter. I need something to do at Hogwarts…I've seduced and dumped all the girls worth my time…Boys….I'm not that desperate. Besides they're all boring…What about Potter? The dark corner of his mind whispered. Look at how much he suffers…he's like that bird with the broken wings…I could fix them…and then break them again. Draco sniggered. Oh yes…that would be entertaining. Wait….why beak them?….Cause I don't like Potter….Yes you do!...Do not….Do to! Fine maybe I like him a little…
Draco looked around at the roses. Red roses. I'll call it operation Redwing! The blonde smirked in triumph. "Commence operation Redwing…Mission objective? Seduce and destroy Harry Potter."
A/N: So whatcha think? Should I continue?
