This is my first story, so please go easy on me.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Harry Potter
I can remember several occasions when I have received flowers.
Severus gave me flowers once. Lilies. I smiled and thanked him. He was always such a great friend. I just wish that I could feel the same way he did. The flowers meant so much more to him than they did to me.
After Severus and I had our falling out, I became closer to James. He began to grow on me and in our seventh year I finally said yes to a date. We met in the entrance hall, and he gave me a bouquet of lilies. Again, I smiled and said thank you. When he hugged me, I hugged him back, but I thought that something was missing.
My last year of school seemed to go by too fast. Soon I was standing on Platform nine and three-quarters for the last time. My parents were waiting for me. Just my parents. They congratulated me and presented me with flowers. Lilies, again. I hugged them both and graciously accepted the flowers, but I knew that something was still wrong.
Life continued. I fell in love and got married. When I got pregnant, my friends threw me a baby shower. I got lots of flowers. My house smelled like lilies for a month.
A week after the shower, I received a gift in the mail. It was a bouquet of flowers. There was no note, but I smiled because I knew who they were from. I immediately put them in a vase and displayed them on my dining room table in a place of honor. Of course they were from her. No one else ever understood: my favorite flowers have always been petunias.
...
...
...
Saturday morning was Petunia's favorite time for gardening. This Saturday she was kneeling in her flower bed viciously attacking the weeds that had invaded her perfect garden. When she had gotten the last one, she sat up and wiped the sweat from her brow. She heard footsteps on the road behind her. It was her neighbor. "Hello," Petunia said stiffly.
"Hello," the neighbor replied, "I was just walking by when I noticed your beautiful garden. I just had to stop and admire it."
Petunia smiled slightly. "Thank you."
The neighbor looked at the sea of white in front of her. "I see you have a particular fondness for..."
"Lilies," Petunia said, "They're my favorite."
A/N: This little story just popped in to my head, and I just had to write it down. I've always thought that Lily might get annoyed at always receiving lilies just because of her name. Then I thought that it would be sweet if her favorite flowers were actually petunias.