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Written for auction prompt - Secret Admirers
Word Count - 317
Roses Of Many Colours
The roses were left on her desk every day for three weeks. A single rose in a different colour every day. She didn't know quite what to make of it, though she understood it was a play on her name.
What she didn't know, was who was leaving them for her.
She didn't have a boyfriend, and nobody had shown any interest in her openly.
A secret admirer, Albus had called it, when she spoke to him about it. He'd thought it sweet, but then, he'd always been the romantic in the family. James teased him mercilessly about it often.
Lily though it was slightly creepy and had made Rose almost cry with laughter at her dramatics. Hugo had rolled his eyes and said Lily was jealous.
Rose had despaired of her family at that point and stopped asking for their opinions.
As the fourth week arrived, no rose arrived on the Monday. By the Thursday, Rose was sure that her 'secret admirer' had given up.
"You know, Weasley, if I didn't know you were actually smart, I'd worry about your obliviousness."
Rose looked up to see Scorpius Malfoy leaning against one of the book shelves in the library. She was sitting at the back, her preferred spot.
"I wondered if it was you," she murmured, placing a bookmark in the book she'd been studying. "But then I decided it couldn't be. It was subtle, and you're… not."
"Are you inferring I have no subtlety?" he asked, raising his eyebrow.
She blinked. "I'm not inferring anything. Scorpius, you have no subtlety."
"Go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?"
"Why?"
"Because I'm asking. Because it took me ages to get some of those flowers to turn the different colours. Because, perhaps, you actually like me despite your constant disdain."
She smiled at him as she lifted her bag to her shoulder. "You only had to ask, you know?"