Flowers-Brad Paisley
"Ugh!" Draco threw down the box in frustration. Another dozen roses, cut down in the prime of their life and delivered to her, had come back, shredded. It was the fifth batch he had sent in a week. Exiting the common room, he ran towards the library, where he knew she would be.
Making his way to her favorite table, he gave it one more shot, leaving a single white rose on the table. He hid behind a bookshelf to wait.
Minutes later, Hermione walked into the library. She spotted the flower, picking it up. She started crying, throwing the flower to the ground.
"Hermione! Please." Draco burst out of his hiding place, grabbing Hermione's arm. "How many flowers have to die before you give me another chance? I blew it I know but please. I love you Hermione. I'm sorry."
"I don't know Draco. Maybe you shouldn't have kissed Pansy." She shot back, picking up the flower to throw it at him.
"Hermione if you would just let me explain. You can stop all the killing if you just let me explain."
"No Draco. Stop sending me flowers. I'm done" Tears flowed from Hermione's eyes, staining her cheeks.