Disclaimer: I don't own anything Harry Potter or anything relating to Harry Potter... well I don't really own much.... So, if you're confused, this one is written from Draco's perspective. I think I'm going to switch back and forth between boy and girl, just to make things interesting. Psst... I'll update quicker if more people review.
The Black Rose
Chapter Two: The Delivery
I had a dream about her. No sex, just laying on the grass with her laughing. It was amazing how warm just being around a person can make you feel. "Mr. Malfoy, please pay attention," Professor Snape, his potions teacher, said.
"Sorry Professor," I said.
Crabbe nudged me. "How are you going to make black roses?" he whispered.
"I think I'm going to ask Snape," I whispered back.
We started to work on the assignment that Snape had assigned. I watched Snape put his head down and work on the junk on his desk. I walked up to his desk. "What would you like Mr. Malfoy?" he asked, in a dreary voice.
"I was wondering. Do you know how to make black rose?" I asked.
Snape's black eyes looked up from his book. "I would prefer you worked on the assignment," he said.
"I will, I promise, but I would be really interested in knowing. It's kind of important."
"Why, exactly, is it so important?" he asked.
I leaned in close to him. "It's for a girl," I said.
"A girl," he said loudly. "Why on earth would a girl like a black rose?"
"She's real emo," I said. "And she said she'd let me take her out on a date if I gave her a bouquet of black roses."
"Do I really need to help in your love life?" he asked. "Personally, I could care less."
"Please Professor? She means a lot to me."
Snape sighed and easily gave into his favorite student. "Charm the vase," he wrote down what to do on a piece of paper. "Do you really need a vase too?"
"No, I can get one. Thank you," I said and took the paper.
Snape ignored my thanks, and went back down to the work. Potter mocked me as I walked by. "Someone actually likes Malfoy?" he said.
I glared at him as best as I could. The damned mudblood Hermione smirked at me, as if she doubted I could ever get a girl. Did I just call her a mudblood? I like a muggle. I can't call her that anymore. I'm sure Rosie has some magic in her. She has this glow to her that makes me attracted to her. I sat down and watched Crabbe finish our assignment. He smiled. "Is it good?" he asked.
"It is," I said looking at whatever we made. "I bet it does something cool."
"You don't even know what it does?" Potter asked; he obviously was eavesdropping.
"Obviously I do," I lied.
Who reads the assignments anyway? "I dare you to drink it," Potter said.
I scoffed at him. "What's in it for me?"
"It's a dare, if you don't do it, you're a coward," Potter said.
"Well, you lack a dick. What's in it for me?" I shot a low blow.
Who the fuck cares anymore? I just want to see Rosie. "I'll charm that ghey vase for you," he said.
"Properly?" I asked.
"Of course, I'm not a jerk like you," Potter said.
"Deal," I said, taking the potion in my hand.
I drank it quickly, hoping that, that was what I was supposed to do with it. I felt all tingly, but nothing changed. It tasted kind of like grapes, green grapes. I used to like grapes; I wondered what happened to that. Potter started to laugh. I handed him the sheet of paper and the vase. "Your end of the deal Potter," I said.
Crabbe held in a snicker. "What the fuck?" I whispered to him.
He handed me a mirror. "Take a look," he said.
"Fuck it all," I said looking it, noticing that my hair was a bright green.
"Language Malfoy," Snape said. He looked up to see what I was cursing about. "I suggest that next time you don't drink the potions I assign; it could have been something dangerous."
He looked back down as if nothing happened. "Here," Hermione said, handing the vase to me. She smiled. "Don't take the flowers out of the vase, they'll change back. I hope your hair doesn't effect your date," she said, holding in laughter.
"Thanks," I said, making sure not to say anything about mudbloods.
We were dismissed from our class and I quickly went to my room. Luckily, I had picked up roses on the way home, and knew how to keep them alive. I shoved them in the vase and they immediately turned black. "Damn right," I muttered.
Goyle was laying down on his bed. "Is it working?" he asked.
"It is," I said, showing him the vase.
"Great, when are we sneaking out," he asked.
"We? No offense, but I think it's best if I just go," I said.
"So, I don't get to see this wonderful date?" he said.
"No, sorry," I said and started to leave.
"Fine," he shouted.
"I said I was sorry!"
Goyle walked into the room where the fireplace was. "She's just a muggle. She doesn't even go to a private school or anything. Did you see her backpack? She probably won't even be there. She's probably doing all of her homework. It looked like she had everything and the kitchen sink in there," he said.
"Maybe she's not. Maybe it's on the way home," I said.
"Whatever, have fun," he said. I easily picked up on the sarcasm.
I couldn't tell if he was upset or not, but he'd get over it. I was looking forward to seeing her again. I walked into the fireplace and teleported to the proper place. I walked out into the street, wearing normal clothes. I hoped she wouldn't care too much about my green hair, Snape said it would last a while. I saw her sitting on the bench. She seemed to be wearing the same clothes. I wondered why, but why does it matter? She's still adorable. I noticed her eyes look up at me. "Hey," she said and got up from the same bench.
I held out the vase to her. "Good day madam," I said, putting on my charm.
She smiled. "How the fuck did you get black roses?" she shoved me playfully, as if she had known me forever.
"I found them, and thought you'd like them. You owe me a date," I said.
She took the vase. "Do they actually exist? This isn't paint!" she said.
I smiled and kissed her cheek. "The date?" I said.
"Fine," she teased. "Where do you want to go?"
"Your house," I said, trying to sound right. "To drop off the roses, not for sex... not that I was thinking that," I said.
FUCK, I'm so dumb. How could I fuck that one up?
The Black Rose
Chapter Two: The Delivery
I had a dream about her. No sex, just laying on the grass with her laughing. It was amazing how warm just being around a person can make you feel. "Mr. Malfoy, please pay attention," Professor Snape, his potions teacher, said.
"Sorry Professor," I said.
Crabbe nudged me. "How are you going to make black roses?" he whispered.
"I think I'm going to ask Snape," I whispered back.
We started to work on the assignment that Snape had assigned. I watched Snape put his head down and work on the junk on his desk. I walked up to his desk. "What would you like Mr. Malfoy?" he asked, in a dreary voice.
"I was wondering. Do you know how to make black rose?" I asked.
Snape's black eyes looked up from his book. "I would prefer you worked on the assignment," he said.
"I will, I promise, but I would be really interested in knowing. It's kind of important."
"Why, exactly, is it so important?" he asked.
I leaned in close to him. "It's for a girl," I said.
"A girl," he said loudly. "Why on earth would a girl like a black rose?"
"She's real emo," I said. "And she said she'd let me take her out on a date if I gave her a bouquet of black roses."
"Do I really need to help in your love life?" he asked. "Personally, I could care less."
"Please Professor? She means a lot to me."
Snape sighed and easily gave into his favorite student. "Charm the vase," he wrote down what to do on a piece of paper. "Do you really need a vase too?"
"No, I can get one. Thank you," I said and took the paper.
Snape ignored my thanks, and went back down to the work. Potter mocked me as I walked by. "Someone actually likes Malfoy?" he said.
I glared at him as best as I could. The damned mudblood Hermione smirked at me, as if she doubted I could ever get a girl. Did I just call her a mudblood? I like a muggle. I can't call her that anymore. I'm sure Rosie has some magic in her. She has this glow to her that makes me attracted to her. I sat down and watched Crabbe finish our assignment. He smiled. "Is it good?" he asked.
"It is," I said looking at whatever we made. "I bet it does something cool."
"You don't even know what it does?" Potter asked; he obviously was eavesdropping.
"Obviously I do," I lied.
Who reads the assignments anyway? "I dare you to drink it," Potter said.
I scoffed at him. "What's in it for me?"
"It's a dare, if you don't do it, you're a coward," Potter said.
"Well, you lack a dick. What's in it for me?" I shot a low blow.
Who the fuck cares anymore? I just want to see Rosie. "I'll charm that ghey vase for you," he said.
"Properly?" I asked.
"Of course, I'm not a jerk like you," Potter said.
"Deal," I said, taking the potion in my hand.
I drank it quickly, hoping that, that was what I was supposed to do with it. I felt all tingly, but nothing changed. It tasted kind of like grapes, green grapes. I used to like grapes; I wondered what happened to that. Potter started to laugh. I handed him the sheet of paper and the vase. "Your end of the deal Potter," I said.
Crabbe held in a snicker. "What the fuck?" I whispered to him.
He handed me a mirror. "Take a look," he said.
"Fuck it all," I said looking it, noticing that my hair was a bright green.
"Language Malfoy," Snape said. He looked up to see what I was cursing about. "I suggest that next time you don't drink the potions I assign; it could have been something dangerous."
He looked back down as if nothing happened. "Here," Hermione said, handing the vase to me. She smiled. "Don't take the flowers out of the vase, they'll change back. I hope your hair doesn't effect your date," she said, holding in laughter.
"Thanks," I said, making sure not to say anything about mudbloods.
We were dismissed from our class and I quickly went to my room. Luckily, I had picked up roses on the way home, and knew how to keep them alive. I shoved them in the vase and they immediately turned black. "Damn right," I muttered.
Goyle was laying down on his bed. "Is it working?" he asked.
"It is," I said, showing him the vase.
"Great, when are we sneaking out," he asked.
"We? No offense, but I think it's best if I just go," I said.
"So, I don't get to see this wonderful date?" he said.
"No, sorry," I said and started to leave.
"Fine," he shouted.
"I said I was sorry!"
Goyle walked into the room where the fireplace was. "She's just a muggle. She doesn't even go to a private school or anything. Did you see her backpack? She probably won't even be there. She's probably doing all of her homework. It looked like she had everything and the kitchen sink in there," he said.
"Maybe she's not. Maybe it's on the way home," I said.
"Whatever, have fun," he said. I easily picked up on the sarcasm.
I couldn't tell if he was upset or not, but he'd get over it. I was looking forward to seeing her again. I walked into the fireplace and teleported to the proper place. I walked out into the street, wearing normal clothes. I hoped she wouldn't care too much about my green hair, Snape said it would last a while. I saw her sitting on the bench. She seemed to be wearing the same clothes. I wondered why, but why does it matter? She's still adorable. I noticed her eyes look up at me. "Hey," she said and got up from the same bench.
I held out the vase to her. "Good day madam," I said, putting on my charm.
She smiled. "How the fuck did you get black roses?" she shoved me playfully, as if she had known me forever.
"I found them, and thought you'd like them. You owe me a date," I said.
She took the vase. "Do they actually exist? This isn't paint!" she said.
I smiled and kissed her cheek. "The date?" I said.
"Fine," she teased. "Where do you want to go?"
"Your house," I said, trying to sound right. "To drop off the roses, not for sex... not that I was thinking that," I said.
FUCK, I'm so dumb. How could I fuck that one up?