Whatever You Want {Drarry}

•Crowned Prince•

art credit (on photo)

Harry laid his head back on Draco's lap as the blonde read over one of his extra curricular potion books. He plucked a few small pink flowers then made them fly through the air with his wand. It was a beautiful day outside in late spring, where the days stayed a bit warmer a lot longer and they could sit out by the lake all day.

The silence was peaceful and Harry let out a deep breath just before Draco sneezed and sent him sprawling onto the ground.

"Potter, you're flying the flowers right in my face." He sat the book down beside him and pulled his knees up to his chest, resting his chin on top. "It is a beautiful day, though. Don't you think so?"

"Absolutely brilliant," he said smiling as he looked lovingly at Draco whose hair and face seemed to be glowing in the afternoon sunlight as he stared out across the lake with the whisper of a grin on his lips.

"Stop being such a sap, Potter. I know you're starting at me."

"So what if I am?" asked Harry grinning as he leaned closer and kissed his boyfriend's cheek. "I think you're stunning. I can't focus on the beauty of nature because you are overwhelming my senses."

"I could go back inside if you'd like. Then you could fully enjoy the day that you've been given."

"Yeah, that'd be great. I'm glad you understand." Harry gave him a lopsided grin as he moved behind the blonde and wrapped his arms around his waist as they sat beneath a tree.

"Oh, shut up," said Draco shoving at Harry. "How can you be so romantic and still ruin the moment?"

"It's a gift, I think."

Draco finally turned to look at him this time. Their eyes met and he had to look away from blushing so hard.

"I would like to finish my book this afternoon, Potter."

"I'm not stopping you..."

"No, but you are distracting me. It's only one more chapter. I promise."

"Fine," Harry whined as he unwrapped his arms from around Draco and moved back to his place beside the blonde to pick at more of the soft pink blossoms around him. He sat quietly weaving together each flower and each petal he picked up. What started as a flimsy craft turned into a serious project as he added in new flowers and tried to make more complicated patterns as he twisted and braided them together.

Draco lied his book on his lap and watched as the ravenette continued to twine the bundle together.

"What in Salazar's name are you doing, Harry?"

The boy in question looked up surprised as though he had forgotten he wasn't alone.

"I'm making a flower crown."

"A what?" Draco tilted his head to the side as he peered at the constantly moving flowers in Harry's hands curiously.

"A flower crown. It's a crown made of flowers."

"But why?"

"I don't know I thought these would look nice on you," Harry started while looking down fondly at the petals between his fingers. "They're a soft color so they won't contrast too much with your hair or your skin. I could probably asked Neville or Luna about the medicinal benefits too. Then again, Hermione might know." He laughed to himself.

"What's funny about it?" Draco asked surprised at the random outburst.

"The medicinal benefits of flower crowns," sputtered Harry trying to contain his laughter. "Y-You wouldn't get it." Harry clutched his side with one hand before he went back to work diligently.