Disclaimer: I don't Harry Potter. This was written just for fun.

Character(s): Rose Weasley, Lily L. Potter, Scorpius Malfoy

Word Count: 596|4,330

It was Valentine's Day at Hogwarts, which meant that the day would be full of house elves delivering pink-and-red cards as well as flowers to various students who may or may not have been aware of what they were about to receive. The candles that normally were suspended in the air in the Great Hall had been replaced with hearts, which made Rose frown that morning.

She was not fond of overt expressions of affection, and aside from Dominique (and now James, much to her chagrin) nobody knew about her boyfriend. It wasn't that she was ashamed or anything, it was that she knew that her father would probably explode the day that she mentioned it, and that was something that she was hoping to avoid for at least a little while.

As far as anyone was concerned, it was just a normal day.

That was, until a dozen bright, red roses landed on her plate. "These are for you, Miss Weasley," the house elf that had delivered them beamed proudly. "They're from a secret admirer."

"Um, thank you," she murmured, barely audible as she stared at the flowers with wide eyes. It took her a moment to remember that the house elf was still standing there before she reached into her pocket and found a sickle to give them as a tip.

"Wow, Rose, who are those from?"

She looked up to see her cousin Lily behind her, admiring the flowers. "No one."

"Well they have to be from someone, otherwise you wouldn't have gotten them."

She was certain that Scorpius was probably enjoying her frustration from somewhere, but she didn't want to start looking for him, because then that would just look suspicious.

Though she had a feeling that she was doing just fine looking suspicious on her own.

"I don't know who they're from, okay?"

Lily sat down next to her, and started fingering the tissue paper, likely looking for a card. "I don't know why you're being so defensive, they're just roses. Why wouldn't you want them?"

Rose snatched the bouquet out of her hands as quickly as she could. "How happy would you be if someone got you a bouquet of lilies for Valentine's Day? It would be completely unoriginal."

Unoriginality, however, was not the problem. The problem was that the bouquet of roses was not a discreet snog after hours when they were on patrols and no one else was around. The roses occupied physical space and time and were something that her relatives could point to and ask questions about. She knew that she was lucky that Dominique and James spent forever sleeping, otherwise there would have been more threats about going to her dad (especially from James, because he was adamant about extorting a motorcycle out of her for some reason).

"Why would it being unoriginal matter?"

Rose was jolted back to reality when she noticed that Lily was staring at her expectantly. "I dunno - it just does. Anyway, I have Charms now, so I have to go." She hopped to her feet as quickly as she could and dashed out of the Great Hall, only to run straight into the offending Slytherin.

"Did you like the roses?"

The smarmy grin on his face made her narrow her eyes. "We'll talk later."

"Sure."

The expression on his features made Rose think that he wasn't taking the predicament as seriously as she did. Merlin, sometimes she really hated him.