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Draco,
I can't keep my mind off you! You're all I ever think about. I don't know what I can do. I love you, but you could never feel the same way about me. Seeing you every morning makes my day that much brighter! I think I am one of the few who hates the weekends. I just want you to know that every night, when I lay my head down on my pillow, I dream only of you!
Draco sat frozen in his seat during breakfast rereading the letter he had just received. He wasn't sure, but the handwriting seemed familiar somehow. He'd seen writing like this before, but where? 'Seeing you every morning' who did he see every morning? He didn't come to the Great Hall for breakfast everyday. He had two classes before lunch. 'hates the weekends' does that mean they didn't see him on the weekends? Or at least not every weekend. That would count out the Slytherin's. All his morning classes were with Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. His first class was potions. That was a mixed class. Three from Gryffindor, two from Ravenclaw, only one from Hufflepuff, and he was the only Slytherin. There were only three girls in that class. There was Granger, Chang and that Loony Lovegood. How she did well enough to move up a class in potions was a mystery to him.
Glancing up, Draco noticed that everyone was gone. He was late for class! Grabbing his bag from under the table he ran from the hall and thundered down the stairs. Snape was already mad at him, for something he DIDN'T do! Reaching his class, he seized the door knob, wrenched the door open, and stumbled into the room.
"Nice of you to join us Mr. Malfoy." Snape sneered. "Take your seat. That will be ten points from Slytherin and another detention."
Ears red, Draco stormed over to his desk and went to slam his bag onto the table, but caught himself before he crushed the red roses that were lying across the desk. There was a tiny card with them that said only 'Draco. I love you!'
"Yes, we have all had the honor to stare at those flowers from your… admirer. If you are done being fawned over, perhaps we could get on with the lesson?" Snape called out from his desk. Rising, he walked to Draco's desk snatched up the flowers then carried them to the front of the room where he chucked them into the trash.
Behind him, Draco could hear everyone in the class laughing, at HIS expense. He quickly unpacked his ingredients and, when Snape put the instructions on the board, got to work with his partner.
"That was really mean of him." Luna whispered to him. "Those flowers were lovely, weren't they? Do you know who they were from?"
Draco had been partners with Luna since the beginning of the year. He had learned to just ignore her when she talked. If he responded, it would only encourage her. Luckily she was very good at potions, so he didn't object, much, to having to work with her. At her statement, he merely cast a disgruntled look in her direction and continued on his work. Unfortunately, she had apparently noticed his look and took this to mean that he was listening.
"I mean, they could have been infested with nargles, you never know. But I checked they weren't. Personally, I think he's a little jealous." She continued on as though she were talking to someone who was interested. "Maybe someone should send him some flowers. But not me though, he isn't really my type."
Luna kept up this one sided conversation through the entire class and Draco was starting to become very annoyed. As the end of class neared Draco began to clean their work station while Luna put a sample of their potion into a vile for Snape to grade.
"Well," Luna said to Draco on their way from the classroom, "if you liked those flowers, I could always get you some more."
When the words registered in Draco's brain, he froze. He stood in the middle of the hallway. He was bumped into on both sides by the students on their way to their next class, though he hardly noticed. 'Some more', that phrase kept repeating in his head. Did that mean that SHE sent the flowers? He dug into his pocket and pulled out the letter he had received that morning and stared at the writing. Was that Luna's handwriting? He couldn't be sure. 'She's so WEIRD' said a voice in his head. 'Yeah,' said another, 'but she is kinda cute.' The first voice was back, 'She's a FREAK!'
"Luna, is this letter from you? Did you send it to me?" Draco asked. When he didn't receive a reply, he looked up from the letter he had been staring at and saw that she wasn't there. The whole hall was empty. His brain finally kicked back in. He shoved the letter back into his pocket and made his way quickly to his next class. He was going to be late again. That meant another detention!
"Mr. Malfoy, I would like a word with you." Professor McGonagall called Draco up to her desk at the end of class. "Is there a reason that you feel you may walk into my class when it is convenient for you? And, correct me if I am wrong, but weren't you late for your last class as well? Do you have anything to say about it?"
Ears burning with embarrassment, he only shook his head no and stood staring at his shoes instead of looking at his teacher.
"Very well. That will be twenty points from Slytherin and three night's detention, to be served with Professor Snape." She said briskly. "Now, I removed them from your desk before any students arrived, but these," and reaching down, she produced a bunch of red roses, "were lying on your desk, and this card was with it."
"I don't want them!" Draco yelled out. Seeing the shocked expression on his teachers face he stammered out an apology. "I'm sorry, Professor. But, could you just, throw them away for me?"
"Absolutely not!" Giving Draco an odd look she stood and made her way around her desk towards him. "Someone was kind enough to go through the trouble of getting these for you, and you want to throw them away? That's not very nice." And with that, she handed the flowers over and ushered him from her class.
When she shut the door in his face, Draco quickly glanced around. The hallway was packed with students! Feeling his face heat he attempted to shield the flowers from view. Almost as though they were waiting for this, all twelve roses suddenly broke out in song."You are my sunshine. My only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are gray…"
All the students stopped and turned to find the source of the music. His face turned, if possible, even more red as all the students laughed and pointed at him.
"You'll never know, Dear, how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away! I love you, Draco!"
Blinded from fury and humiliation Draco had a hard time trying to fight his way through the crowd of laughing kids that surrounded him. Finally reaching the grand staircase the singing had started again. Making his way to the rail, he tried desperately to send the flowers over the edge. However, he was unable. They were stuck to his hands. Abandoning his attempts to rid himself of his burden he ran flat out down the stairs, into the entrance hall then down more stairs to his common room, the flowers singing all the way.
Reaching the Slytherin common room any hopes that he had had about not being laughed at and would receive help was dashed. The moment he entered and everyone heard the singing, his fellow Slytherin's howled with glee. Face flushed, he ran for his room. Upon entering he flung himself at his bed and buried his hands, flowers and all, under the pillows. He lay there an hour before the music stopped, and it was an additional two hours before he was able to release his hands of the flowers. With a glance at his bedside clock, he let out a groan. He had missed, completely, lunch and one class and was currently late for another. With an oath he grabbed his things and ran off to class wondering just how many more detentions he could look forward to.
Draco was taking stock of his detentions on his way to dinner that evening. Seven from Snape for the potatoes, and another for being late to his class, three from McGonagall, three from Sprout, and three more from Binns. Seventeen detentions. He was trying to figure out how many Quidditch practices he was going to miss as he walked to his seat in the great hall. So immersed in his thoughts as he was he didn't notice that all conversations had halted as he entered. It wasn't until he sat that he saw everyone staring at him. Face red, again, he tried to stand. He'd rather skip dinner than be watched the entire time, but he was stuck to his chair.
With a groan, he buried his face in his hands. Suddenly he head someone stand and walk towards him. Peering through his fingers he swore loudly as he saw Luna, arms full of flowers, approach him.
"Hi Draco!" she beamed at him. "I know these aren't as nice as the roses you had, and they wont sing for you, but I think they're still nice." And with that, she laid the flowers on Draco's dinner plate. "But," she continued, "I'll sing to you, I don't mind!" She cleared her throat and began to sing, very loudly, to Draco.
"You are my sunshine! My only sunshine!" and to Draco's horror, he saw girls from all the table stand and joined in. "You make me happy, when skies are gray." By now even a few boys had joined, closely followed by Dumbledore. "You'll never know, dear, how much I love you! Please don't take my sunshine away!" By now everyone heard about the roses, and knew that there was a small message to Draco after the song. So, to his further humiliation, every single person in the hall stood to yell the end message, and with one voice bellowed, "I LOVE YOU, DRACO!"
Later that evening while eight girls were meeting and laughing at his expense, Draco was lying in bed on his back staring up at the curtains around his bed while the five dozen flowers Luna had sent sang on and on.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed that! Please R & R!
