A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Writing Club March

Fabulous World Of Comics: 1 - (object) bow

Amber's Attic: 28 - (creature) unicorn

Lyric Alley: 16 - Find me when the party's over

Word Count: 657

Draco stared at the vast row of empty shelves. Every single arrangement was gone. Every bow sold out, every ribbon on back order. No, this could not be happening to him! He needed those arrangements, he needed everything to look absolutely perfect for his mother's homecoming.

Narcissa was finally being released from her shortish stint in Azkaban. She would back at the manor tomorrow morning. He knew she would love to smell the flowers of the garden again. Draco sighed. It was his own fault he'd allowed the gardens to fall into disrepair.

The house elves had been released, meaning Draco had to either hire people to do the work or do it himself. He was not the kind of man who would be caught covered in muck planting things. No, but that meant if he wanted fresh flowers at his mother's homecoming, he would have to buy them. But now, standing in front of the floral section, there was nothing to be seen.

He had half a mind to buy some fake ones and enchant them to smell. He was almost to that aisle when he smelled it. The beautiful bouquet of floral scents filled his nose. He followed it, maybe, just maybe he could convince whomever had the flowers to part with just one small arrangement?

"Malfoy, what are you doing here?"

Draco stared at the hands pushing the trolley of flowers. Pale hands, freckled hands, hands that looked rough from working...

"I'm trying to buy flowers for my mother. Do you really need a whole trolley, Weasel?"

"I'll have you know, they're not for me. They're for Ginny's wedding. Apparently someone forgot to secure the unicorns and they ate every arrangement there was," Ron snorted. "Stupid creatures."

"Ugly creatures, I mean, I like the color white as much as anyone, but..." Draco muttered. Ron laughed.

"Exactly. You said you were buying flowers for your mother? She'd getting out of Azkaban?"

"Not that it is any of your business, but yes, she is. She'll be home tomorrow morning. The gardens are not blooming and she loves the smell of flowers, so could you please part with just one of these? The unicorns are probably going to eat them anyway," Draco added. Ron smirked.

"Probably, I mean, who has live unicorns at their wedding. I swear, she's my sister but she's mental. Bad enough I have to clean up after those stupid animals..."

"You could always get back at her," Draco said, studying the floral arrangements in Ron's trolley. He rather liked the small one with lilies and tulips.

"How?"

"Bring a date that would upstage her," Draco replied. "Someone she either loved or hates. Simple as that."

"Really, and you would know this how?"

"It's simple, Weasel. If you bring someone she loved, it would remind her all the things she had with said person. Bring someone she hates and she'll spend her whole wedding thinking about how much she hates that person."

"Right, good point, fine. Go with me?"

"Wait, you're asking for me to be your date to your sister's wedding?"

"Yes, it's in three hours, think you could change into something a little more... Slytherin?" Ron asked.

"Only if you're willing to part with some flowers?"

"Hell, Draco, be my date and you can have everything the unicorns don't eat, and the bloody creatures themselves," Ron stated. Draco blinked. He liked the way Weasel was thinking. Maybe there was more to him than he'd first thought. This could be interesting.

"Fine, it's a date. I will go change and meet you... I don't know the address."

"The Burrow, just floo over. I'll be waiting," Ron stated, giving Draco a smile. Draco nodded. All the flowers he could save from the unicorns and herd of the creatures... his mother was going to be thrilled. Heck, he could even blame the unicorns for the lack of gardens. This was a win win for everyone.