The Rose of the Gryffindor"The Rose of the Gryffindor, or Hogwarts Love Story"
(by Toroj – I've had only two beers…)
Draco Malfoy was slowly sneaking up between gorgeous Japanese rose bushes in the garden of Hogwarts. His heart was battering desperately in the cage of his… his ribcage, of course. He felt the first youthful feeling. He loved! He loved! Oh, how much he loved… He was a little stressed by the fact that he didn't know whom he actually loved, but, all in all, the state itself was even quite pleasant. And for sure it didn't have anything to do with the thing they inhaled at the Potions lesson today. Anyway, just now, after so many years, Draco realized that old Snape is quite an attractive guy. For a while he even considered writing a romantic sonnet about brewing potions, but then he gave up, because he couldn't find a rhyme to "a frog's leg".
Suddenly, Draco noticed between the roses two well-built feminine fetlocks clothed in a pair of red socks, moreover, one of them was frivolously an