His Flower - Draco Malfoy

Betrayal

Daisy's POV:

Harry leads me down the hallway away from all the classrooms. After what feels like 10 minutes, he finally stops and turns to me. I never really saw how similar we were until now. His brown hair is the same as mine is naturally. We have the same face structure with our noses being a little different. 

"I wanted to check on you," he starts. "I've seen you hanging out with Malfoy more and I just want to make sure your safe." he says with a concerned look on his face.

"Why wouldn't I be safe with him?" I ask as the late bell rings throughout the castle.

"He's a Death Eater, Daisy. I understand he's trying to change but one wrong move and all his progress is gone." he lectures me. "I just want you to be happy and become friends with mine." he says smiling at me. I scoff and shake my head.

"Harry, your friends don't want to be my friend. They want to use me to get closer to you." I tell him.

"That's not true and you know it." he says angrily. I raise an eyebrow at him.

"Not all your friends, but most yes." I tell him. Now he scoffs shaking his head. "And I don't care if Draco is a Death Eater, Harry. He's kind to me. He knows me. The real me. Not the version you've told all your friends. Not the version you want me to become." I tell him sadly. "I really like him, Harry. I do. I think he has changed, and I think you need to give him the benefit of the doubt like you did for Snape." I watch him flinch when I say Snape's name. I smile sadly, "He even knows when my real birthday is. Or least what I decided is my real birthday"

"Your real birthday?" Harry asks confused. "Your real birthday is Friday. Same with mine." I shake my head. I had told Harry and the Order when I first met him that we had always celebrated my birthday on November 1st, it's what I'm used to. 

"No, not my real birthday necessarily. The birthday I'm used to." I try explaining, hoping he understands. 

"I don't get what you mean Daisy. We were born on the 31st." he says with his brows furrowed.

"Yes, she was. But she celebrated it on the 1st of November growing up." I hear Draco's deep voice say from behind me. Harry tenses. He ignores Draco and turns to me.

"How was I supposed to know that? Give me a break Daisy!" Harry complains to me. I feel my cheeks heat with embarrassment. Maybe I am being too hard on him. Everyone makes mistakes. 

"You're supposed to know because when you started planning a birthday party, that she doesn't want, she asked for it to be on the 1st. She also told us her birthday was on the first when we went to America." Draco says angrily. "And she sure as hell shouldn't give you a break seeing as for the past 3 months you've known her, all you've done is try to force her into being the sister you want to have instead of letting her be herself." Harry glares back at Draco. He turns to me slowly.

"Are you going to let him talk to me like that?" my brother asks. My silence is enough of an answer for him. "He's going to hurt you. It's what people like him do, Daisy. I just hope you don't end up dying because of it." he says sadly. "I'm not going to force you to pick between him or me, but I can't wait around for him to break you." He shakes his head and walks back towards the classroom. I feel something wet roll down my cheek. There's a part of me that's worried I lost my brother but there's also a part of me that's angry at him. Why couldn't he just support me? I turn and look at Draco. His face filled with pain and sorrow. I feel a sob rack through my body as I run into his arms. He holds me tightly and lets me cry. I hear the dismal bell ring. We missed all of class. He keeps me hugged tightly to his body, shielding my face from passing students. As the halls empty, he pulls back from me.