Tell me by retroelectric

Summary: Harry gives Draco a rose. HPDM. Slash. Nothing too graphic.

Please note: I don't own Harry Potter and the other characters in the story no matter how hard I wish I did. I'm just borrowing them characters for my author-ritic pleasure. Enjoy!

“Tell me, Malfoy,” Harry Potter said to his potions partner, while stirring the cauldron that warm summer afternoon.

“Mm-hmm?” Draco replied absentmindedly.

“Do you like roses?”

Malfoy frowned, he was dumbfounded to why Potter would ask him such a question.

"I'm not really sure. I mean, i certainly haven't thought about it. Why do you ask?” He said, continuing to chop some potions ingredients.

After a few seconds, Harry conjured a bouquet of flowers and presented them to Draco. They were beautiful flowers - and were found in every color you could imagine a rose being; white, red, yellow, pink, purple, peach.

“For you, my dear Draco. They are a gift from me.” The blonde reached out and took them, carefully, only to find that every rose was perfect with a distinct lack of any thorns that may try to prick him. A few of their classmates turned around, only to wonder why Malfoy was carrying such a large bouquet of flowers for.

“Where did these come from?” The other smiled.

"I'm sure you know." After a pause, Harry said, "Did you know, that roses talk?”

Draco laughed, feeling cautious. “Don’t kid, Potter. Flowers don’t have the power of speech.”

“Oh, don’t they? Have you ever heard of the language of flowers?”

The blonde perked up, interested. “No, I haven’t.”

“It is a way to give messages to someone through simply giving them flowers. Roses, as it turns out, are able to say the most. Each color means something different than any other.”

Harry reached into his robe pocket and took out a blood-red flower. This one, however, was more damaged than the others, still having slight remains of thorns and slightly crushed petals.

Harry kissed the silken petals of the rose and handed it to Draco. “What does a red rose mean in the language of flowers, Potter?”

The raven-haired man smiled mysteriously at him, and slinked away just as bell rang.

-fin-

A/N: Did you get it? A red rose means "love"! Geddit? Geddit? REVIEW! )