Harry's Flower

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"What in Merlin's name was that for?" Harry asked me, rubbing his cheek in shock.

"I get you and Draco have some sort of weird feud, but whatever you did to him in fourth year, was kept hidden from me." Harry paled.

"That's not what you think it is. I know you've never understood my disliking for Draco. But, Lotus. His father is a Death Eater."

"I know very well what his father is, he killed my mother, for Merlin's sake. And, I also know exactly who Draco is. They are two completely different people. He turned his father away. He hates Voldemort. And, he loves me. His arms are clear of the Dark Mark. And yet, he has scars all over from a spell cast by you." I was crying.

"Lotus, I'm sorry. What can I do?" He reached out to me. But I pulled away.

"Just give me some time." I left. I wanted to speak to someone. Anyone.

M: Mom?

Lotus.

M: You heard that, right?

Yeah, I did.

M: Was I in the wrong?

No, actually. You're right. Draco loves you. He left his father. They are not alike. Harry, however, loves you as well.

M: I know. I keep telling him, I don't like him that way. He doesn't believe me.

Yes well, this is where I leave you.

M: Bye, Mom.

Bye, Lotus.

I want to see Draco. I want to tell him I love him. I remember Dobby. He'll answer if I ask for him.

"Dobby?" I ask the empty common room. With a snap, my favorite non-wizard appears, smiling.

"Hello, mistress. How may Dobby serve?"

"Dobby, we've talked about this. My name is Lotus. And you don't serve me. Or anyone else, for that matter. You're a free elf." He smiles at this.

"Will you take me to Draco?" He nods, grabs my hand, and snaps.

We arrive in the Slytherin prefect dorms. Everyone has their own room. Draco's laying in his bed, reading a book on potions. I nod thanks to Dobby, and he leaves.

"As if you need to study for potions." I tease. He doesn't jump. If anything, he relaxes at the sound of my voice. He didn't know what I was about to do. To be honest, neither did I. I just went with what I was feeling.

Warning: it's about to get spicy...

I took complete control of the moment, first putting a silencing spell on the door. Then, making sure no one would get in.

M: sorry mom

I took off her locket, and set it on the bedside table.

"What are you doing?" Draco asked.

"No safe word. No stopping." I said.

"What?" He was confused.

I looked him in the eyes.

"Lotus," He was concerned, but I wasn't. This was what I wanted. "Are you sure about this?"

"Yes" I walked to him. He was standing now. Stopping In front of him I said. "I love you. I want this. You are the only person in this world I want." I put my hand to his cheek.

"I couldn't have put that any better." His lips traced my hand, my wrist. He took my robe off. My tie. I did the same. His lips met mine. As if asking for permission, his tongue met my lips. I allowed this access, with pleasure, knees going weak. Draco's strong arms caught me, lifting me onto his bed. I was surrounded by his smell. It was pure bliss. I started to unbutton his shirt. This time, he didn't care. He wasn't afraid. I bit his bottom lip, and he was on top of me. Before I knew what was happening, we were both in our underwear. Pulling back, he stared at me. Smiling.

"What?" I asked.

"You're so beautiful. Like an angel, come to life. I'm about to make love to an angel." I smiled.

"That's not the way I'd've put it, you're about to make love to your angel." He smiled at this.

"My own angel, neat." I rolled my eyes. Then, on top of him.

"Who's an angel, now?" I could feel him under me. I got up.

"What are you doing?" I was taking off the rest of the cloth covering my body. "You're beautiful." He whispered. I layed back down. He slipped his silk boxers off his lower half, revealing about eight inches of what I was about to take in.

"Whoa," I was whispering now. I let him take control, knowing he'd be gentle.

His lips met mine.

"Are you sure?" He asked once more.

"Yes." His lips met my neck, my collarbone, my chest. My breasts. He trailed my entire body. Ending up back at my lips. He slipped himself inside of me.

"Draco," I gasped. My hips started to move toward his, wanting-needing more.

His head dipped to mine, our lips meeting. Tongues doing the same. I knew what was about to happen. My nails digging into my lover's back. We shuttered together. Backs arching.

Draco groaned in pleasure, while I moaned in gaspes.

Rolling over, we lay beside each other.

"That was," I started, but Draco finished my thought.

"Amazing." He huffed. I giggled.