Flowers

~5-Harry~

The weeks start to pass by. We fall into a rhythm. We go to classes (except DADA, of course), work on our Herbology project, learning spells to care for the hyacinth, and steal kisses in the halls between classes. We are never apart and people have the sense not to try and separate us after we were forced apart in Charms and I had a break down within five minutes. I was addicted to Draco's touch and I was perfectly okay with that.

Everything is wonderful. I hardly ever have panic attacks anymore and when I do, Draco's there to comfort me. People have stopped being surprised when they catch us kissing in the halls or curled in the common room together.

I glance up from my book at my boyfriend. He's studying for some test, engrossed in the book in the way only he and Mione can be. I turn back to the page in front of me, smiling contentedly with my head in Draco's lap.

Abruptly, something obscures my view of the book. I feel soft familiar lips on mine and I smile into Draco's kiss. He pulls back smirking smugly, his attention on the seventh year who is standing across from us. His hand still rests on the doorknob of the dormitory door and he's obviously just come in. I blush, pulling my book to cover my face as he walks over to us.

"What is it?" Draco asks the stammering seventh year.

"Professor McGonagall wants you to go to the office. Both of you."

Draco groans, and gets up, forcing me off his lap. I whimper in protest but let him pull me to my feet.

"Let's go see what she wants." Draco sighs.

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Professor McGonagall's eyes fall on me and Draco's clasped hands. Her eyes widen in surprise but she says nothing.

Professor McGonagall gestures for us to sit. "I've noticed you two haven't been attending Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

I sigh, fiddling with Draco's fingers. "I haven't been attending because certain spells can trigger panic attacks for me."

Draco shrugs. "I skip because Bennett's a bitch."

McGonagall glares at him but doesn't contradict him. "Very well Mr. Potter, you are excused from any Defense Against the Dark Arts classes. You as well Mr. Malfoy. You may leave."

I sigh in relief, tightening my grip on Draco's hand. We exit the office, passing Professor Bennett on our way out.

I lean against the wall. Draco leans next to me. Suddenly the door flies open with a bang. Professor Bennett storms out. Her eyes fall on me and rage fills them.

"You!" She hisses. "You with your stupid 'better than us all' act think you can fake some mental disorder to get out of class!"

I'm shaking with fear and anger. Does she think it's fake? The depression, the suicidal thoughts, the times I've run into a bathroom, unable to breathe and shaking with tears.

"You think it's fake?!" I find my voice and shout at her. "How many deaths have you seen Professor? How young were you when you first saw a thestral if you've ever even seen one? How many times have you woken up, covered in sweat and thought it was blood? There's nothing fake about what's happening to me!"

With this I run off, shaking with tears and anger.

I slam into an empty bathroom. Heaving with sobs, barely able to take a breath. It's no different from all the other times but at the same time, it is. Because this time, there's a voice in my head murmuring that maybe she's right.

"Harry!" Draco drops to kneel beside me, holding me close, driving all thoughts away.

"What if she's right." I sob. "What if-"

"No," Draco whispers. "She's an ass. Don't let her get to you."

We sit in complete silence, other than my sobs that slow and soon stop.

"Why do you like me?" I whimper. "I'm broken beyond repair. I can't even take a bloody insult."

"Shh." He murmurs. "I'm dating you because I love you, emotional scars and all."

"What?" I croak, looking up at him.

"I love you, Harry Potter." He kisses the lightning scar on my forehead than my lips. "Every bit of you."

I stare at him, in awe of the beautiful boy I'd somehow managed to find. "I love you too," I whisper, kissing his soft, pink lips.

He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me so that I'm straddling his hips. He pulls me deeper into the kiss. My arms slide around his neck.

His tongue slides along my lips, begging for entrance. I open my mouth, letting our tongues meet, dancing in our mouths.

I hum into the kiss. "I love you so much."

He simply stands, still kissing me, my legs wrapping around his waist. "Bedroom." He manages. "Don't want someone to walk in."

He strides through the thankfully empty halls. I drop my head to his neck, kissing and biting, marking him as mine. Soon we reach the common room and he drops me to my feet to open the door.

I cling to his side, whispering into his ear. He shivers as my breath caresses his face, moaning softly as my lips find him again. We slam into a wall in the empty common room. My hands cup his face, his arms braced on either side of me, trapping me as he turns his attention to my neck. I let out a moan, whispering his name.

He kisses my nose. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"More than anything." I trail kisses down his collar bone, playing with the edges of his school robe, itching to pull it off and every article of clothing underneath, to devour his body with my eyes. He pulls us into our room, closing the door with a soft click.