Flowers

~8-Draco~

The wind whistles through the trees as I wander through my mother's garden. Another hobby she picked up when Dad was arrested. Everything is peaceful. My father's dead and in the ground, I have a boyfriend. I'm happy, really truly happy, for the first time in my life. I turn towards the house, already composing a letter to Harry in my head. I walk through the kitchen door and up a staircase towards my room.

I open the door and rush over to my desk. Suddenly something taps on my window. I look over to see an owl from Hogwarts. Frowning, I open the window and let it in. I grab the letter and open it.

Draco,

Something's happened to Harry. He's locked himself in his room and won't come out. Please come back quickly.

-Hermione

My heart stops. I slam the letter down and rush out the door. I pass my mother in the hall.

"Draco where-?"

"I have to get back to Hogwarts. I'll owl you later."

I apperate quickly and disappear with a loud crack.

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I run through the halls of Hogwarts towards the 8th year common room. I slam into Ron and Hermione by the door.

"Draco!" Hermione says in surprise.

"What happened? Where is he?" I shout.

"He's in your room. We don't know what happened but you need to calm down." Ron tells me.

I take a shaky breath. "Fine, I'm calm." I push past them into the common room. I walk over to me and Harry's room and try the doorknob. It's locked.

"We already tried that," Hermione says. "And every unlocking spell I know."

"It's a thin door, didn't any of you try to just force it open?" I growl.

Hermione flushes. "We didn't think of that." I snort and slam into the door. It crashes open easily.

Harry is curled on my bed, facing away from me. He didn't react to me breaking down the door. This is bad. I walk over and sit on the bed.

"Harry?" I say gently. He turns over to look at me. His eyes are dull and hollow. His nose is swollen and dried blood covers the lower part of his face. He cradles his swollen wrist close to his chest. "Oh Harry, what happened?"

He doesn't say anything, just stares at me blankly. I pull out my wand and clean off the blood from his face. I'm not as good at quick healing spells as he is so I don't even try to heal his injuries. Chances are I'll just make it worse. Carefully, I wrap my arms around him and pick him up, bridal style. He winces and I try not to jostle him as I head for the door.

"What-" Hermione gapes at us.

"Go tell Pomfrey we're coming," I tell her. "I think his nose is broken, possibly some ribs, and definitely his wrist. She nods quickly and runs off. I follow her slowly, trying not to jostle him too much.

Finally, we reach the hospital wing. Pomfrey takes one look at us and sighs. "Put him there." she points to a bed. "He'll be fine in a few hours." I nod and set him down, retreating quickly as Pomfrey moves in with her wand and potions.

I stand by the edge of the curtain anxiously. Hermione and Ron join me.

"You think he's okay?" Ron asks.

"He'd been in there for at least 24 hours with no food. The injuries didn't look too bad but it's hard to tell. There might have been internal bleeding." Hermione says. "I'm more worried about his mental health. Who would do this?"

I glare at her. "The wizarding world is not without homophobic asshats."

Ron and Hermione both wince. "Right."

Pomfrey emerges from behind the curtain. "He's sleeping now." She says, turning her accusing gaze to me. "Who did that to him."

"We don't know. Ron and Hermione owled me a few hours ago to tell me that he'd locked himself in his room and wouldn't come out." I say defensively. Does she think I did this? Does everyone really think so little of me.

"When will he wake up?" Hermione asks.

"I gave him a sleep potion so the bone healing potion doesn't bother him too much. He should wake up in a few hours. You, Mr. Malfoy, need to go get some rest." Pomfrey turns away to look after some other patient.

"She's right Malfoy," Ron says. "You look exhausted. We'll come to get you when he wakes up."

I nod wearily and exit the hospital wing.

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I'd like to say that I slept.

Instead, I pace around my room, trying to figure out who hurt my boyfriend. There were dozens of Gryffindors and Slytherins that had glared at us when we'd hold hands or do something equally coupley. I hadn't paid attention to them then. The Slytherins wouldn't have dared hurt me and the Gryffindors wouldn't harm their Savior.

Finally, the door creaks open. I glance over at Ron as he comes in.

"He's awake." He tells me.

I run up to the hospital wing.

"Hey." I kneel beside Harry's bed.

He smiles. The blood is gone. His wrist and nose are back to a normal color and the swelling has stopped. His chest is obviously better because he doesn't wince when I pull him into a hug. "Hey" he squeaks

"You're an idiot." I murmur into his shoulder.

"What did I do?" He asks

"You locked yourself in your room!" I say. "You should have come here!"

"I'm sorry." He pulls me closer. "I missed you."

"I missed you too." I kiss his forehead and sit on the bed. He pulls himself up so he's almost in my lap.

We sit like this for a few minutes before I say, "I've been thinking. Maybe it's time that I came out to my mother."

Harry looks up at me quickly. "I thought you said she wouldn't be okay with it."

"I never said anything like that. Anyway, she's very. . . different." I say carefully. "She doesn't act like she used to."

"What do you mean?" Harry asks.

"I guess you'll find out," I say mischievously. "Would you like to come home with me over Christmas Break?"

"And help you come out?"

"Duh." I roll my eyes.

Harry shrugs. "If that's what you want."

"Thank you," I say, kissing him softly.

He swings his leg around so he's straddling my waist. I smile and wrap my hands around his waist, kissing him harder.

"Oi!" Ron shouts from behind us. "Not here!" We pull apart laughing.