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Draco's POV, I woke up to the sun shining on my face. Man I feel exhausted. I look at Harry who is sleeping conformably and breathing lightly with his cute red nose. *sigh~* I get up checking the time. Man already ten? I guess we slept in a bit.. I thought. I won't wake him he looks to sleepy. For now I'll go outside to the garden to help my mom...she has not been home lately and she needs me to keep care of these..oh and I need to set up a room for Harry...
"Draco? Are you ok?" I hear a soft voice ask. I turn to look at Harry. His emerald eyes shined in the sun. I smiled lightly, " yes love. If it's ok to call you that.." I say. " what are we?" He asks not answering my question. " well if you wan to be boyfriends-" I start. " Yes! I would love to Draco!" He says cutting me off grabbing my arm excitedly. " I look at his eyes and smile bringing his lips to mine enjoying that moment what felt like forever.
He looks at my eyes longingly. " Harry" I start , he hums a confused hum in response. " do you want to go to the garden with me?" I ask softly. He smiles brightly. I grab his hand and lead him down stairs and open the door for him. " this way" I say when we get outside. I lead him to my mother's garden. " wow draco! It's amazing. Your mother has wonderful taste in flowers." He says happily. " my mother would love you, you know that Harry?" I say as I reach out to put my hand on his cheek. He giggles putting his hand on mine. He grabs my hand and happily skips to the garden. He walks up to the garden and sees the flower my mother loved called green chrysanthemum. His eyes shine next to it, it definitely looks like is eyes.
Next he sees my favorite flower the iris Florentina. A grey flower that looks like my eyes. " it's beautiful..." he says mesmerizingly. I grab his face to make him look into my eyes. " not as beautiful as you"
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