I am not much of a writer but I know better than to let a genuine idea slip away without note, and this is the result.

Recently, the female population in Hogwarts had become obsessed with… plucking petals of flowers muttering "I love him…I love him not" and wandering about dreamily. Harry being the type to shrug of the doings of the public at large went about his awkward 7th year in the wake of Voldemort's demise.

It was not until a nondescript gray owl fluttered down next to his toast with a tiny black velvet box attached to its leg, that Harry took notice of the muggle cliché that had spread about the school.

"Oh Harry do be careful before you open that, so many deatheaters are still running about!" the ever anxious Hermione exclaimed over her Arithmancy textbook.

"Mumfh hssh teesd masht?"

"Ronald swallow first! He meant to ask you what it is Harry." Hermione translated without missing a beat in her studies.

Harry however had not heard a word of the conversation, but rather had untied the package and fed the bird a bit of bacon, or at least tried to, but it turned up its beak and flew away. Awful like Malfoy, that bird. At this thought, Harry looked up and locked eyes with the Slytherin in question, only looking away as he excused himself from the table.

Harry proceeded outside into the courtyard, shivering in the unseasonably cold October. Sitting himself in a hidden alcove, he opened the box. In it was a delicate rose petal, upon which shimmering words that could only have been created by magic spelled out. "I love you…"

As there was no name attached to in anyway, Harry closed the box over the petal again and upon arriving in his dorm placed the box in he secret compartment he had spelled into the frame of his bed.

The next day a similar box and petal with "I love you not…" arrived, and Harry placed the box next to the first.

For several weeks the alternating messages continued.

Until December 25, Christmas, Harry received another box. Again, he excused himself and went out to his usual alcove. Sitting down he careful opened the box, and it was empty. Harry stared at it for a few moments, wondering at the change. Then he looked up and into startling gray eyes. Draco Malfoy opened his mouth and spoke the message of the final box "I love you, Harry."