Carnation. ' || Drarry.

3 '

|| glue song - beabadoobee

"dont forget to kiss me, or else you'll have to miss me."

xo.

The wind chimes ring through the weakest breeze, it still sounds lovely.

Draco staggers in his seat, the annoying squealing of the unsteady metal chair disrupting his nap. He'd always wanted to fix it, but never had the time, or maybe he was really just lazy.

he yawns, the smell of the flowershop hadn't changed and he's convinced it never will, fresh, that's all it ever smelt like.

He was a tad bit bored of it, but he'd never admit that, it'd make him sound like a flower-hater, which is not true, he loved, no, loves, flowers, and nature in general, what a charming way to relax, he always thought, the earthy smell, the way his bare feet would strike the ground full off grass.

"Welcome to Elms Florists, what can i-"

he pauses, a flush of coral creeps across his cheeks, his ears turn red, suddenly he wants the ground to open up and swallow him.

There he is, wearing a teddy jacket, (he'd always loved that jacket.) brown chucks (Hermione bought those for him for his 13th birthday, i was mad jealous), and a 'the cure ' t-shirt, his eyes glisten brighter today, his dimples more profound and his cheeks more pink and nourished, he's beautiful, no, he's angelic. he smells like cigarette and honey, which shouldn't be good but it's harry, everything's good about harry, it had always and will always be that way.

"hey love, I'd told you I'd be back." he says after what might have been an awkward minute of quiet, he doesn't seem to mind, he was always smiling, he fidgets with box tapes, whole draco tries to form words, he parts his lips but nothing comes out, he feels like a bad car driver who'd hit the breaks every two seconds.

"what the fuck are you doing here? You can't be serious."

"I have no idea what you're on about, I'm obviously just here buying carnations." he teases.

"you are a menace."

".. flower boy, would you like to go out for a coffee?"

Draco folds his arms, he feels chilly.

"jesus, are you desperate or something? I've met you after four awful years and you're suddenly gay as hell for me?" he scowls.

harry says nothing, his smile fades a little, the awkward quiet returns but it feels peaceful, still and boring but he feels harry in front of him as he readies the bouquet, of white pure smelling carnations.

"Here." he hands them to him, and harry pushes them back into his chest and pays.

"for you." he smiles.

"are you going to try and buy my love with carnations?" draco guffaws.

"perhaps." harry grins.

"well— I'd say it's kind of working." draco replies and immediately regrets it burying his face in his soft tinted palms in embarrassment.

"then, take me up on my coffee offer, I'll take you to that bookstore three blocks away, we can get any coffee, like anything you want and I'll -"

"ok stop! Fine, Coffee it is." his voice is breathy, he fidgets to himself, as he tries to bear the constant breeze.

"yay." he smiles, keeping his eye contact, he pulls out a woollen scarf.

"long story but, i made this for you in like..year seven?." draco looks absolutely stunned, had harry been gayer than draco had thought?