Bloom stops dead in her tracks upon seeing the Great Hall - what in the bloody hell happened?! Even for Hogwarts, a place where kids are learning how to change a desk into a pig like Professor McGonagall did to suitably impress her students, this is…insane.
There's bubble-gum pink flowers everywhere - honestly, she likes pink well enough, but this is ridiculous, especially since it isn't even a nice shade - the Professors' table is decorated in them as well…and then Lockhart comes in, explaining everything at once.
For one, he's in horrid-looking pink robes - really, does he have any taste whatsoever? - and his 'morale-booster' comment to the other Professors comes back to her at once.
Merlin, is THIS his idea of a 'morale-booster' or is he just an idiot? No, wait, it's BOTH. Bloody hell…
She sits down to eat, already feeling a headache coming on - it's going to be a LONG day, she can already tell. And it only gets worse when someone mentions its Valentine's Day.
Bloom grits her teeth as the doors slam open once more - another Valentine Delivery for someone or other, fantastic.
I swear, if its another bloody singing one, I might just set it on fire. How is it I'm the only one bloody well over the day and it isn't even lunch yet?! Bloody Lockhart and his blasted 'morale-booster' I swear…
Hermione nudges her in the side, and she asks "What? I was taking notes."
At the brunette's incline of the head, she looks over to see…a dwarven imitation of Cupid - really, Lockhart?! - standing next to her desk with an envelope. "Um…hi?"
He hands her the envelope, which actually does have her name on it - why would it have her name on it?! - before heading back out.
Hermione whispers "Open it!"
Bloom turns it around in her fingers a few times, trying to figure out if it's a bloody prank or not. After a minute spent looking at her name written on the envelope in neat handwriting, she opens it.
Draco tries to be discrete as he watches Bloom turn the Valentine around in her hands for a minute.
Why, oh why, isn't she opening it?!
To his relief, she does - finally! She's utterly silent as she reads the card he got her, but he can remember what he wrote word for word.
'Your hair is like fire, your eyes are like the sky. One day soon, you'll spread your wings and fly.'
He didn't sign his name, too scared she'd reject him outright if he did - she did drop the Quidditch chest on his foot after he called Granger a Mudblood, after all. He watches as she reads it - what must be at least three times, she can't possibly take that long to read a few lines right? - then carefully folds it and puts it in her bag.
He nearly misses the way her cheeks are turning red, but her flaming hair falls out of the way as she's leaning over to her bag.
And then, weirdly enough, she accidentally burns her object.
Just by adjusting it, to boot.
AN: Hey, everyone! I know, its been forever since I updated this story - I sorta just realized i never posted my take on the Valentine's Day fiasco set up by Lockhart. Erm…sorry!
At any rate, I did think the short poem I thought up for Draco to send to Bloom was cute - and he didn't know just how right he was! - but I couldn't put Bloom through a signing note. And I couldn't make Draco that suicidal - there was the chance she'd recognize his handwriting, after all.
As a side note...what do you all think of Bloom making a spell similar to Fiendfyre, but not Dark or out of control? I considered making it so that her control over fire renders the Fiendfyre under her control, then thought 'heck, why not just have her unleash a massive amount of Dragon Fire in a similar fashion?' Both sound rather appealing, in all honesty, and I'm considering using it for the final battle with Tommy-boy. It'd be something of a massive drain, though - all or nothing kind of deal.
Please review! I'd love to get some feedback on this! Enjoy!