under editing.
this story includes :
- fluff
- angst
- crack
- au
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𝐻𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑘 :
#14 on draco
#18 on hufflepuff
#369 on wattpad
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Sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ : 16/6/2020
Eɴᴅᴇᴅ : 16/6/2021
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YEAR : after the battle of hogwarts HOUSE : you choose! BLOOD STATUS : muggle born ————
today is a bright day, the flower shop i owned in a small town near London, everyday when i open the shop i feel like i'm in heaven, the smell of flower is refreshing.
though what makes me sad is that everyday people are buying my flowers and says that it's for a special someone, i wonder how it feels like to be in love- no one ever give me a flower.
i look at my reflection, i mean if i say so myself, i'm not that ugly..
most people says i'm quite beautiful though i don't really take their compliment that much since i thought they were just being nice
*ding*
the bell that is on the door opened, i turn around and smile "good morning sir, what could i help you with?"
the man starts laughing, my small drops and turn into a frown "sir? why are you laughing?"
i'm not going to lie, the man looks breathtaking, some of my customer are handsome too but he.. he's different,
he have a blond hair that almost look white, a grey shining eyes, he's quite tall too, just my type- no, not my type at all.
the man stopped laughing and looks at me "i was told that a beautiful woman is working here, i didn't actually thought about it that much until i walk in here and see her myself" the man said
i rolled my eyes and try to give him the most realistic smile "well, is there something i can do for you?"
"mmm, i actually need your help with something"
"what is it sir?" i say, still keeping my 'real' smile
"so.. i'm looking for a date and i thought you could help me with that"
i sigh a little "we sell flower sir, not meals"
he chuckle "i mean you, i wanna ask you"
"i'm sorry i'm bus-"
"i think you have plenty of time for this" he cut me off
i turn around to arrange the flowers hoping that the guy would walk away,
but i gasp in shock when i feel his hand around my waist and i feel like i'm swirling- internally and externally.
