Flowers

~3-Harry~

I woke up the next morning to the sun shining through the large window. I heave myself out of bed and into the bathroom. I dress quickly and debate whether or not to attempt to tame my hair. As usual, I leave my room without so much as combing it. I met up with Ron and Hermione in the common room and we walk down to breakfast.

I manage to choke down a piece of toast. Hermione stresses about the number of classes she's taking while Ron rolls his eyes.

"What do we have first?" I ask Hermione.

"Herbology," she answers without missing a beat. Leave it to her to memorize the schedule before school has even started. "I shouldn't have taken Muggle Studies. I'm a Muggle-born! It's pointless!"

"Calm down Mione. It isn't the end of the world if you fall behind in a few classes." Ron says.

"For you maybe!" She cries. "You're a pureblooded man. You don't have to work as hard."

"No one discriminates against muggle-borns anymore." Ron sighs.

Hermione raises an eyebrow. "Really? Wasn't it barely a year ago that the Ministry demanded that all muggle borns register. Didn't the accuse us of stealing witches and wizards wands? Just because Voldemort's gone, doesn't mean that people don't still hate muggle-borns."

I flinch at his name. I don't want to think about the war, not so early in the morning.

Hermione glances down at her watch and lets out a squawk. "We're late!" Ron hurriedly shoves the rest of his food in his mouth and grabs his bag. I follow them out towards the greenhouses.

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Professor Sprout stands at the front of the greenhouse. Several potted muggle flowers surround the table in front of her.

"This year we are going to be learning about muggle plants." She says. "I usually focus on plants used by healers for the seventh year, but since none of you seem to be interested in going down that career path, I've decided to change it up."

The returning muggle-borns groan while everyone else eyes the plants warily. I have some experience with plants since Aunt Petunia made me help her with her garden every year that I lived with them.

"Everyone will work in partners today." Professor. Sprout announces. "You will be assigned a plant and will care for the plant with your partners. If the plant dies, you fail Herbology. Your partners are your roommates."

Everyone disperses to find their roommate and choose a plant. Someone from behind me grabs my wrist. I spin around to see Draco holding onto my hand.

"Why so tense Potter?" he asks with a teasing grin, releasing my hand.

"Whatever Malfoy," I mutter. "What plant should we get?"

Draco looks around the table, "How 'bout that one? What're they called?" he points to a typical looking flower pot with pink, purple, and white flowers in it.

I scrunch up my face, trying to think of the flower's name. "Hyacinths I think."

Draco nods and reaches past me to scoop the flowers up. "You look cute when your thinking, by the way." He says absentmindedly.

I feel a blush creep up my neck. "Um- Th-Thanks." I stammer, moving next to him as he picks up one of the books on caring for muggle flowers.

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I leave the greenhouse smiling broadly. It was the most fun I've had in a long time. Draco made me laugh and understood me like nobody else.

"We have DADA next," Draco says, scowling. "I really don't want to go."