Making his way into the Great Hall with Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle trailing behind him, Draco immediately noticed that Harry was not at his usual position near Granger and the Weasel. Draco tried to be unobtrusive in his attempts to scan the entire Gryffindor table for his wayward boyfriend, but was unsure if he had managed it, as it only resulted in a strange look from Pansy. He frowned at her when she continued staring at him with a strange look in her eyes, but not even that stopped her. Draco was about to open his mouth to tell her off when a grunt from Crabbe that could have been taken as a question reached his ears from behind. Turning to see what it was that had prompted the sound, Draco followed Crabbe's gaze to their regular position on the Slytherin table. Sitting in front of Draco's accustomed seat was a dozen long-stemmed roses.
Draco's heart seemed to skip a beat as he moved closer to get a better look. Surely Harry hadn't gone to all this trouble just to give him a decent Valentine's Day? Taking a seat in front of the flowers, he ran his fingers along the de-thorned stem of one of them, looking to see if there was a note or anything identifiable. Unable to find anything, Draco picked the flowers up and brought them to his nose, inhaling the scent.
Shock ran through him when something cold met his nose. Opening his eyes, he looked at the flowers, trying to figure out what had hit him. Nestled in the exact centre of the bunch of roses was another, much smaller one. Draco ran his fingers over the top of it, shivering when he realised this was what had hit him. Pulling the thirteenth rose out of the bunch, he heard gasps all around him as he revealed the intricate design of a long-stemmed rose made entirely of ice. It glittered in the flickering light of the Great Hall, bringing back memories of his and Harry's one month anniversary.
Harry had avoided him the entire day, causing Draco to think that maybe what they had together had run its course. When he had kept their regular meeting in the Room of Requirement that night, however, he knew that he had been incredibly wrong. The Room was set up with an ice rink and Harry had been standing beside the entrance, holding one long-stemmed rose made entirely of ice. His explanation had been that because they couldn't risk being seen in public together to do the things that a proper couple did on such an important day, they would just have to create their own moments.
Coming back to himself to find Pansy still giving him that same strange look, Draco knew he had not been able to prevent a goofy grin from spreading across his face at the memories the rose brought back. But then, he reconsidered, should he be trying to stop it? He knew he certainly didn't want to.
