Drarry Oneshots

Secret Admirer (3)

Dear Potter,
I think it's time for me to reveal certain things about myself. Although I fear you may never look at me the way I look at you, I have not much to lose.
I hold you in my dreams,
M.

Harry stared at the letter. He wasn't sure if what he felt was excitement or fear. He would finally learn something about this faceless person.

He turned his gaze towards the small jar on his bedside table (yall ples pretend they have one cuz idk) that held the purple lilacs he had gotten from his first letter.

Immediately he had put them in there to keep them safe. Later on he decided to add a small charm Hermione had told him about to make them float around like little fairies.

Harry loved looking at it. It helped him fall asleep after nightmares.

He turned his gaze back towards the letter, and then towards the envelope, which had a sage green wax seal.

Harry shifted in his bed to cross his legs and carefully reached inside the envelope.

The first thing he noticed was that somehow, this person was able to fit an entire flower in an envelope, how is that even pos-

Oh. Magic.

Harry pulled the flower out carefully, afraid that a petal may fall. Fortunately none did.

Harry stared at the flower, not able to identify what kind it was. It was a striking green color.

His left hand reached for the book next to him, his eyes still glued to the flower.

He skimmed the pages quickly, but fortunately he found, what he hoped was the flower under section 'C'.

Carnation. A green one.

Impatiently he read what it said.

The green carnation became a queer symbol in 1892 when Oscar Wilde instructed a handful of his friends to wear them on their lapels to the opening night of his comedy Lady Windermere's Fan. From then on, wearing a green carnation on your lapel was a secret, subtle hint that you were a man who loved other men

Harry stared.

His secret admirer was a bloke?

That narrows it down a bit.

Harry moved his gaze away from the book to stare at the letter again.

"Damn, that's some nice handwriting then." He mumbled to himself, slightly jealous.

Then he shifted his gaze back to the flower. Should he wear it? To let his secret admirer know he doesn't mind?

Yes.

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Hermione gasped when Harry approached her.

"Harry! Is that a carnation?" She questioned, approaching him to look at it up close.

"Uh," Harry scratched his head, "Yeah."

Hermione lifted her gaze and gave him a small knowing wink.

Harry smiled.

"What does it mean?" Ron asked, appearing out of nowhere and walking up to his friends.

Hermione turned towards him.

"It's a long story but it ends with wearing green carnations to hint that you're a bloke who loves other blokes." She said, turning back towards Harry, "It's a pretty one." she whispered.

"I'll never understand how you know all of this stuff." Ron grumbled and then turned to look at Harry, "Did you get another letter?"

"Yep." Harry smiled.

"So I'm assuming you got that?" he pointed to the flower, "That helps though. We know they are a he."

"And that theres an 'M' somewhere in their name." Hermione added, straightening her back and glancing at both of her friends.

"And that." Ron agreed.

They slowly started walking down the hall.

"I wonder who it could be." Hermione mumbled, glancing around the hall, hoping she might catch someone staring.

Nobody was.

Harry sighed and was about to agree but was interrupted by a disembodied voice behind him, "Hey, Potter!" it called.

He whipped around quickly.

Malfoy.

Harry watched him approach warily, Ron mumbling a quiet "What does he want?" while glaring slightly.

"Malfoy." Harry greeted stiffly.

Malfoy looked him up and down, placing his right hand on his hip and slight smirk playing on his lips. When suddenly his eyes snapped back up to Harry's chest causing him to tense up and a small pink blush to dance across Draco's cheeks.

He cleared his throat and shook the feeling away. "Hullo, Potter." He said, trying to act casual, but his eyes would always drift to the green carnation on Harry's robes like it was some sort of magnet.

"Hullo?" Harry said, looking at his friends warily, "What do you want?"

Malfoy's eyes shot up to his and for
a second neither of them could breath.

The feeling was so familiar, so intense, it took their breathe away.

Harry shook himself internally and then raised his eyebrows at Malfoy expectedly.

"I... Nice flower, Potter." He finally said, his eyes snapping to Harry's chest and back up to his eyes.

Harry looked down furrowing his brows.

Nice flower.

"Thanks?" Harry finally said, looking at Malfoy warily.

"Yeah." Draco replied, "Bye!" he rushed out and as fast as he arrived he was gone.

Harry watched his retreating form, confused.

"What was that?" Ron finally broke the silence.

"I don't know, that was weird." Harry said, glancing at Ron and then Hermione.

Hermione was standing there, mouth slightly agape and eyes widened as if she had just realized something.

"Hermione?"

She jumped slightly and then turned towards Harry, "Uh, I gotta go to," she glanced around, "to the library!" she rushed and suddenly stalked off the way Malfoy had gone.

"Isn't the library that way?" Ron said, pointing behind him.

"Yeah..." Harry mumbled, squinting his eyes, "weird."

"Weird as hell," Ron agreed with a nod. "Let's get to class." he offered, looking at Harry.

Harry snapped out of his trance, "Ok." he said, turning towards Ron, "Let's go."

But the thought of Malfoy wouldn't leave his head for the rest of the day.

Yall i feel like this Secret Admirer thing is gonna get kinda long wtf. If it ends up being more than idk 5-6 chapters i might just write a whole book lmaoo.

also sorry but why tf are ENTPs so sexy??;!:$;&&:&; They r always my favorite characters in every movie or show.

What personality type are yall?
I'm an INTP