A/N: Ok, so we have a prologue for the story. The prologue was originally written after the first chapter, but I felt the need to clarify that this story does indeed have more of a purpose than just a romance novelette with a white rose as the background story. Thus, you have a prologue. Hope you enjoy!

Summary: A rose was all it took. A pure white rose could mean the world to one person, and to that one person, it happened to be Draco Malfoy. From an admirer true, this story shows how love can conquer all obstacles. "A rose is a symbol of love, and white is pure, thus I show him my pure love with a white rose." There are no others like it in the world, no roses this white, no purer color to find. "I'm calling the song Rosebud. It seems only fitting after what I've experienced." The white roses line the runway for the plane. Don't forget the purest symbol of love is a white rose- only pure love can last so long. "He will know love, and love will know him, for the rose cannot hide the secret of his heart." A rose can wait for love, but love cannot wait forever when it is not known.

Disclaimer: Usual standards apply here: I don't own them, so get over it already.

Title: The Whitest Rose

Prologue- The Rose Legend

The snow falls from the dark clouds overhead, and there is a white blanket that lines the grounds of the school, just like always in December at this time of year. The snow is quiet, much like the school during the night, and it is no surprise to find one or two students walking around, despite knowing that wandering around the corridors at night is strictly forbidden.

The darkest part of the night is a beacon for those who like to wander and have trouble sleeping, just like many will have at some point in their lives. There is a deep breath inhaled at the doors leading out to the grounds, and if someone were standing there, people would know. But since there is no one besides one student on a quest looking for something in particular, no one would ever know that he was going outside in a cloak of invisibility.

This boy is looking for something in particular, something you cannot find except in the depths of the woods on the grounds, in the deep winter night. He is looking for a rose. A white rose, one that you would believe could never thrive in such a land of snow and cold, but in fact, it is only natural that you could find the white rose in the snow, during winter seasons. But this rose is one, which has an unnatural power.

This rose will remain alive and a pure white for as long as the one who picks it has a pure love for someone who is unaware of their identity. They must also take the claim of "an admirer true" for the rose must be given to their beloved without the love knowing about it, and the rose always knows. The rose is magical, and in that magic there is a curl of power that makes it possible for someone to know that you truly love them, and that you will always love them, even if they never love you in return.

The boy wandering the grounds was looking for this legendary rose to give to the boy he loves, and he would rather do it this way, and have the rose die off from the other boy knowing his identity, rather than risking losing this first love of his.

The rose is waiting for love, and it will wait because it can and because it knows of love. The problem is, that the boy must give himself to the power of the rose, and feel a part of him die if his love dies. Love does not wait around forever, so it must be seized before it can disappear, and the rose keeps it around for as long as the beloved is unaware of the identity of the giver of the rose.

The boy is willing to risk everything for this other boy, despite knowing it is unusual to love someone of the same gender, knowing that he could possibly die of heartbreak, or be rejected in the very least, and might never be friends with him, but he wants to risk it all. He wants that one chance at being happy and so now he seeks the white rose of pure, withstanding love, and wants to know his risk.

The forest is deep at night, and dark, so the boy must whisper, "Lumos," to pick his way toward the patch of the forest where he knows the rose will be growing on its own, and at last he finds the clearing. The roses are glittering despite the lack of light, and the boy picks one of the roses, breaking it off at the stem and inhaling the sweet scent of the rose deeply.

This is the perfect gift, and it is the best time of year to give a white rose to someone, for the white rose blooms only twice a year, and the boy is lucky enough to be able to have it picked and ready for his beloved to receive, so that he may know just how much he truly loves him.

The white rose is nearly white, and before it can be truly white, it must be given to the one that deserves the love that he offers, and he must speak the name of his beloved against the petals, and cry willing tears in a quiet, unrequited love for the rose to know the pureness.

This is no problem for the boy, and so he remembers the insults, the taunting, the horridness, and most of all the fact that they cannot even be friends. Tears fall in quiet streams across his cheeks, and they land on the rose, and at last he mutters the name of his beloved along with the chant that will make the rose pure as soon as he sends it with the owl that will be summoned to deliver his message.

"Draco Malfoy, I give you my heart and my trust and my love with this rose. I give myself to you, bearing myself to you, feeling how lucky I am to know love, and know that it is possible for me to love you. In this night, I find love in my heart, and know that with my tears, I can know the pure love that this rose represents, and I rip myself open for you to examine and for you to love. You will never know my name, nor will I expect you to love me in return, but that is not important at the time of this love. You will know of my love for you, and you will know that I cannot lie to you. Draco Malfoy, I give you my heart and my trust and my love with this rose. Keep it pure, keep the love pure, and know you are loved at long last." Tears are falling within this speech, and the boy knows that he is literally ripping his emotions apart because of this love, and he is willing to risk it all.

A snow-white owl appears before him, suspended in the air, waiting for a name and for instructions. "I shall name you Richard, and you will respond to your name only to these two voices. My own, and the voice of Draco Malfoy are the ones you will respond to and Draco is who you will be delivering this letter and rose to tomorrow morning. I shall call for you again tomorrow morning Richard, and remember the name Draco Malfoy. Join my mind for now, so you may know what he looks like, and deliver the letter when I call for you in the morning after the sun rises. I shall see you in a few hours Richard." The owl disappears behind his eyes, and he closes them for a bit as he glances at his watch.

It is time to return to the castle, and the beloved, Draco Malfoy, will receive a gift in the morning of unusual caliber. This love will be pure, and will be known at long last.

TBC

A/N: Ok, so how was this? I realize that it probably wasn't as good as the collaboration fics that we have in the account, but what can I say? I'm not as talented as the main writer of our main story Of Unspoken Wounds. I do hope you review though, as it would do a lot for my timid ego and give me encouragement to continue writing this story. Thanks!