Draco hated Valentine's Day. He would sneer whenever a puppy dog-eyed boy or giggling girl walked past him bearing gifts of love. It was only breakfast but the Great Hall was already filled with charmed paper hearts and cherubs, which he promptly burned away if one dared to cross his path. Draco's day couldn't get any worse between having dog-faced Parkinson and a large number of other students bombard him with flowers and being forced to serve drinks at Valentine's Ball. Giving an involuntary shiver of disgust, Draco sat down on a nearby bench and began reviewing his Potions notes. Not even halfway through his notes, a large object blocked out the rare sunlight Draco was so happily enjoying. "What the fuck is this, some bloody solar eclipse?" Draco said irately. It proved to be not a solar eclipse, but something just as remarkably uncommon. Glancing at shoes that were way past their prime, he knew it could only be one person. "Weasley." He drawled. A blushing Ron opened his mouth and closed it like a fish out of water and began to fidget uncomfortably. Draco raised a blonde brow at Ron's appearance. Ron then spoke so fast and incoherently that Draco was had no idea what he said but was now truly intrigued to find out what was causing the Weasel's turmoil. Seeing the look of humor of Draco's face, Ron narrowed his eyes in return. "I said: I have something for you." The redhead said with forced calm as reached into his pocket.
"Merlin's beard, you're gonna pull your wand on me?" Draco shouted.
"No. Shut up! Here." Ron said as he pulled out a messily folded piece of paper.
"What? Your punches getting their own announcements now, weasel?" Draco sneered
"What the fuck Malfoy. Just here." Ron said shoved the paper into Draco's face. Horrified, Draco tumbled backwards off the bench. "Weasley, so help me, if this is jinxed…" Draco trailed off as unfolded the paper and realized the paper was in the shape of a heart. Ron watched nervously as Draco stared at the paper heart for what felt like hours before the blonde looked up, "You have terrible hand writing." Ron crossed his arms and glared. "Look at the date, you stupid git." Draco searched and saw the heart was date was for today, four years ago. "You…wrote this third year? But you don't even like me." Ron smiled and rolled his eyes, "Call it 'Stockholm Syndrome'." Draco made a face and Ron scowled and made to snatch for the heart, but Draco put it to his chest and smiled a genuine smile.
"You're gonna have to do much better than that, Ron. So, I demand you write me another Valentine." Draco laughed. "Don't worry; I got four years' worth of them." Ron smirked. With his other hand he reached out for Draco's hand and pulled the smaller boy up. As soon as Draco was up he reached into Ron's pocket, pulling out other folded hearts. Smiling, Draco began to read the rest of his Valentine cards and he found himself starting appreciating Valentine's a little more.