Carnation. ' || Drarry.

2'

A crash.

"Fuck, I am so sorry!" he says, frantically cleaning up the boxes of carnations he had just dropped, as he brushes his hair out of his eyes, he feels nothing but guilt.

"Jesus Draco, those are fresh! be careful." Mrs. Elm barked. Malfoy holds his breath, had it always been this way?, He remembers when he'd never drop a single thing, he'd never let a single petal fall and rest on the creaking floorboards of the shop.

Mrs Elm would say "You're a little too impressive for your age aren't you?", and every time she'd said this, he had no response, only a wide grin that went from ear to ear.

"god, i don't know what's gotten into me I'm sorry Elm." he shoots her an apologetic look, and she nods at him with a gentle smile, as she walks away, pushing the heather-gray floral curtains out the door frame.

Draco picks up the flowers and sets them up into the slots, that have "carnations"
engraved into the metal rods. He'd always loved the little flower shop he'd worked at, the smell of fresh cut flowers, dew drops and leaves, it was a tad bit like rubbing cold Jasmine petals on your face, the scent reaching your nose, chilly against your skin.

He leans against the counters plucking petals from dead flowers, looking awfully bored as he states at the olive green carpet.

The bell rings.

"Morning, one bouquet of Carnations, make it a bit quick." their voice is flat, intimidating yet still calm as it should be.

His hair in a tangled mess of brown, his lips glowing a shade of rosy-pink, the dahlia dimples he had, had he really thought Malfoy wouldn't recognise him? He looks the same. Beautiful, And Warm.

Harry Fucking potter.

"its good to see you too harry." draco smiles, Harry looks blank as ever, no shock or surprise, just a smile.

"damn, i didn't expect to see you here, love" harry grins wide, he feels himself warming up because of the face to face contact with harry. he turns back to pick out the carnations.

"woah you work at this place? its pretty fuckin nice." harry scoffs.

"yes, harry, yes, i work here." he groans.

"so fiesty goddamn, Haven't changed a bit i see?" harry remarks,

draco turns back to look at harry with a half filled bouquet, the memories rush back to him, all the nights he'd spent in the uni dorms with stained wood floors, with pictures of Aristotle and Thourea on their wall, he would be wrapped in royal blue fleece blankets laying on his side, as he'd admired harry, in the silence, he'd loved harry.

"i am fiesty, and proud, thank you very much." he kneels down to sort out a few other flowers.

"you're just too fruity Malfoy." harry joked.

"i am fiesty, fruity AND proud." he grins, handing harry the bouquet of carnations, as he ties a light green ribbon to it.

Harry smiles.

"Whoever is getting that thing is lucky, because i make the best bouquets." draco scoffs.

Harry looks at him with a soft gaze.

"Well, I'd say you're lucky indeed." Harry smiles, pushing the bouquet into draco's chest.

draco stumbled back a little, speechless, a tad pink on his cheeks.

"harry, is this a new way of making me pay for your shit?"

"no, just being totally in love with you."

"what?"

"why do you think I'd come all the way to this side of town."

"to..buy carnations."

"god, you're still thick as ever, love, do you want to go get a coffee?."

harry clutches draco's palms, and pulls him up, not letting go, and draco let's it stay.

"am i supposed to say yes?"

"well-"

Mrs. Elm gasps.

"DRACO! how many times have i told you not to bring your boyfriend's in during work hours!"

"but-"

"JESUS, NO DATING IN MY SHOP."

Draco hints at harry to let go, and leave. but Harry won't.

"Harry, what the fuck are you doing."

he drags him out of the shop, right to the front.

Harry grabs his palms tighter, but Draco feels no pain, only his heart feels like it's about to explode into a million fucking pieces, in the good, gay way, obviously.

This was probably something he'd dreamt of in year 12, holding Harry's hand, standing under a shutter and their feet brushing random fallen flower petals.

This Harry was a God damn dream.

"Malfoy you are so, fucking oblivious man."

"what?"

He hesitates, but only for a second.

"i like you, you knob."

he felt a deafening pain in his ear, Harry likes who? Harry likes WHAT?

"You..what?"

Harry gently grabs his face with one palm resting on his cheek, pushing platinum blonde strands behind his ear with his thumb, Causing Draco's whole face to heat up, was this actually happening?

Draco feels the cold morning air rushing through his ears and shivers but he can't let go, not now.

"I've liked you, from the moment we've met i was-"

"DRACO!"

Mrs Elm, for the first fucking time had been this annoying.

"IM SORRY MRS ELM!"

he glares at Harry.

"fuck, fuck, fuck, out you go!" he blurts out, pushing Harry away and running inside, he looks back at harry one more time and smiles, just the tiniest bit.

Harry smiles wide, "ill be back for you, my love!"

Draco feels his chest undeniably heavy, he sits down, he feels like babbling it out to pansy, his one and only friend, but he buries the excitement deep within him, this cannot be fucking happening, or..was it already happening?

"DRACO!, come HELP!" Mrs Elm snaps.

"I"m- SHIT!" a loud crash and thud, Mrs Elm looked down from the dark corner of stairs, draco had fallen, tripped over a bouquet of carnations, face flat onto the first step.

"you are such a clutz, young man!" Draco lifts his head up hopelessly, he grins, it did not hurt, all that mattered was harry fucking potter liked- no, loved him.

And he was coming back.

xo ---------------

fin chap 1.

hahaha yes cliff hanger for the date pls cuz it's 4 am and I'm tired as hell lmk how this was babes