Desperately Seeking Seekers (Drarry)

A Fine Summer Day

Harry picked a wildflower from the grass nearby, and held it up for Draco to see.

"If you were planning to stick that in my hair, think again," Draco growled, his eyes slitted.

Bringing the pink bloom downwards, Harry tapped the end of his nose with it. "I was just going to have you smell it. Sharing the glories of nature with you."

"'The glories of nature'," Draco repeated in a sarcastic tone, and then grabbed Harry to roll him over on to his back. He yanked a handful of grass from the ground and rubbed it into Harry's face. "Here's some more of that for you."

Sputtering, Harry forced his hands away, and twisted to grab whatever he could reach. His handful of weeds and old leaves went down Draco's shirt.

It was a full ten minutes before they rolled away from each other, laughing and breathless, standing up to shake the vegetation out of their clothes and hair. Harry made a face as he tried to scrape the squashed mushroom off his t-shirt, leaving a brown stain behind. Draco simply smirked at him.

"Oh really," Hermione sighed impatiently, and pointed her wand at Harry. A second later, his clothes looked clean again, the mushroom juice, grass stains and bits of leaves gone. "You two are adults. When are you going to start acting like it?"

Draco had his own wand out, and his clothes didn't show any signs of their recent tussle either. "Well, seeing as we had to deal with adult things like war and violence when we were kids, I think it's OK to make up for some of the kid stuff we missed out on."

Ignoring Hermione's unimpressed scoff, Harry grinned widely at his boyfriend. "I can't wait until winter. We should build massive snow forts and have snowball fights."

Draco nodded back, but then his grin faltered. "But we won't be here next winter. They don't get as much snow around London.". Malfoy Manor and Grimmauld Place were far south from here.

It was the closest they had come to actually discussing the future, and Harry knew they couldn't put it off any more. He held out his hand to Draco. "Want to go for a walk by the lake?"

Draco accepted his hand, looking a bit subdued. Harry waved to Hermione and Ron, lying together on a blanket in the shade of their favorite tree, leaving them to continue studying for their NEWTs.

All around them, other students had the same idea. Everywhere there were students studying for their exams, despite the beautiful June weather that tempted them all to do more pleasurable things.

At least the sight of Draco holding hands with Harry no longer got a second look. It had been a couple hellish weeks of trying to ignore the gossip, looks and whispers, but eventually Draco and Harry were acting too much like any other couple to get much attention.

The novelty still hadn't worn off for Harry though, and he felt almost breathless each time he saw Draco. Whenever their eyes met, and he saw his feelings were returned. Getting stronger every day.

"So, what are we going to do at the end of the school year?" Harry finally asked, sitting on a boulder overlooking the calm water. Sunlight danced and sparked on the small ripples of its surface.

Draco sat beside him, his shoulder and leg in full contact. They usually sat this way now; in class, at meals, when studying. A subtle connection they both loved. He looked upwards at the few clouds in the blue sky. "I've been so focused just getting through this year, I haven't thought about it much. I just want to get good grades on my tests."

"Would you consider playing Quidditch professionally?" Viktor Krum had come to their last match, bringing along a few scouts. A handful of players were invited out to dinner in Hogsmeade afterwards, including Ginny, Draco and Harry.