One White Rose
By Kitsune Yarisha
A/N: Being alone on Valentine's Day can leave even those seemingly untouched by desire, longing for the touch or care of another. Implied H/D.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter characters, potions, spells, or any other facet of the series mentioned in this fan work nor do I make a profit from it. The entire franchise belongs, with respect, to one Mrs. J.K. Rowling along with several toy, film, and etcetera companies that are noted and dully mentioned.
One-Shot: Valentine's Day
"The supreme happiness in life is the conviction that we are loved." – Victor Hugo
"Love, you know, seeks to make happy rather than to be happy." – Ralph Connor
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There was something just not right about being alone on Valentine's Day. Draco was not accustomed to being alone. Malfoys always had someone waiting on their every demand or their every need, but today there was no one. No chocolate, no roses, no clueless girls in the halls draped over him.
Draco was alone.
Maybe there was a memo he didn't get or maybe this was a bad prank from the Gryffindors? He didn't know what it was and wasn't enjoying the silence and didn't like how it felt to be sitting alone in the Great Hall by the roaring fireplace. Where was his one and only? When had everything become solely centered on needed another person with him? Voldemort was gone, the war was over, and he was alive. Everything should have been golden.
He was by himself.
He could remember when he was younger, romanticizing the idea of being a Death Eater, of having all the power and glory. He knew now that those things were not promised to evil but it seemed that even moderately good people didn't get it all that much either. He could frown over Pansy and Blaise, both with their boyfriends; they were just as bad as him and yet look where he was. Where had it gone wrong?
No one at all.
Had it been when he stopped and realized what he felt and how he felt? As the war finished, his life seemed too fragile and insignificant. Sure, he had his family now, whole and safe, but they were broken. No one would take such pathetic people on, would they? No. Draco knew how the world worked, better than he would like to admit, but still.
Just him.
Maybe that's why it was a surprise when no other than the savior of the Wizarding world was in the Great Hall and sitting next to him suddenly, silent. He held one single white rose free of thorns out to Draco and looked him square in the eye. Though Draco knew neither one of them was pure, innocent, or young anymore like the rose implied, maybe Potter meant it as a peace offering or a way of saying he was worthy of Potter's trust now. Maybe he cared. Draco did not know. He took the rose and for once in a long time smiled because he knew something very important to him.
He was not alone.
The End.
A/N: Valentine's Day! I hope everyone had someone to spend it with, even if you weren't dating them and it was a friend or parent or something. Hope you enjoyed it.