Flowers

~10-Harry~

Harry shifts nervously on his feet as we wait for McGonagall to open her office door. I squeeze his hand and give him an encouraging smile. He grimaces in response as McGonagall's door opens. He hastily moves his face into a more respectful expression.

McGonagall sighs as she catches sight of his face but says nothing. "You're early Mr. Malfoy."

"I am eager to see my mother again Professor," I say.

"Very well" she steps aside to let us into the room.

I rush over to the fireplace, already alight with emerald flames. "Do you want to go first, love?" I ask my boyfriend.

He looks over at me anxiously. "Might as well get it over with" he mumbles, stepping up to the fireplace. With another anxious look directed at me, he steps into the flames and yells "Malfoy Manor!"

He disappears in a flash. McGonagall looks over at me disapprovingly as we wait for the flames to die down a bit before I go.

"Do be careful Malfoy." She murmurs. "No funny business."

"You think I want him dead?" I say in disbelief. "Contrary to popular belief Professor, I am not my father." And with that, I step into the fire.

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I tumble on top of Harry with a soft "Oof."

I scramble off of him and reach down to help him up. My mother sits cross-legged on an armchair. A book is propped up on the crook of her folded arms and she looks quite comfortable in her ragged sweatpants.

Harry gapes openly for a second before regaining his composure and giving her a small smile. "Hello, Mrs. Malfoy."

"Please call me Cissy," Mum says, waving her hand. "Mrs. Malfoy died with her husband in that gods-damned cell."

Harry clears his throat uncomfortably. "Of course, sorry."

"So how has school been?" She asks brightly.

I roll my eyes. "The usual. The teachers are idiots and I hate every class but one."

Mum rolls her eyes as well. "Don't tell me Potions is still your favorite class. I knew that nimrod who teaches it now when I was in school. She's absolutely hopeless at everything she does."

"It's Herbology actually," Harry says quietly.

"Herbology?" My mother looks at me in surprise. "You've never even mentioned that class before."

"We're growing muggle flowers and it's actually quite interesting."

"Tell me about it," Mum says.

We talk for awhile about the spells and different flowers we're growing. She smirks smugly when we mention the narcissus. Finally, she glances up at a clock on the fireplaces mantle.

"Oh, I need to go start dinner!" She jumps up. "Draco, go take Harry to your rooms. I think he'll be comfortable in your guest room. Make yourselves comfortable and head down to the kitchen around 5:30." She darts out of the room.

Harry collapses against the back of his armchair. "Wow."

"I told you she was different," I smirked.

"But she's a completely different person!" He exclaims.

"Is she? Maybe it's just safe enough for her to be this person again. She did marry my father quite young." He nods in weary agreement.

"Anyway, I was thinking of telling her at dinner," I tell him.

"So soon?" He asks. "What if it doesn't go so well?"

"It will," I promise him. "Now let's go up to my rooms."

"Rooms." He shakes his head laughing. "I slept in a cupboard for eleven years before being given a room that had been available the entire time."

"Those muggles were awful to you." I reach over and pull him into my chair and into my lap. He wraps his arms around my neck and buries his face in my shoulder. "I love you." I murmur.

"You too." He whispers, pulling back and getting up. "We should go to your rooms. We'll tell your mum at dinner."

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Anxiety rips through my stomach as I pick through my meal. Harry and Mum chat happily. Every time I start to chicken out Harry reaches under the table and squeezes my knee.

I set down my fork and clear my throat. Mum and Harry stop talking and look over at me. Harry smiles encouragingly.

"There's something I've been meaning to tell you," I say to my mother. "And since Father is dead, I finally feel safe enough." I look up at her anxiously. "I'm gay."

The room is silent. Finally, she says quietly "Draco, I know."

"What?" Harry and I gape openly at her.

She laughs. "Darling, you've been gay for Potter here since, what was it? 3rd year? 4th year?" She looks at Harry's shocked face. "Oh dear, I haven't ruined, have I?"

"No of course not." Harry laughs. "We've been dating for months."

"I have to go owl Andy. She owes me 10 galleons!" she jumps up and shouts excitedly before rushing out of the room. Harry and I look at each other before bursting out laughing.

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Harry flops down on my bed. It's odd seeing him there. My worlds are colliding in ways I don't hate as much as I thought I would.

"Have you really liked me since the third year." He laughs.

"I didn't know I was so obvious about it." I whimper and fall next to him on the bed.

"Aw Draco." He pulls himself on top of me and kisses me softly. "To be fair, I've liked you since the sixth year."

"Is that why you were always following me around?" I tease.

"Why else?" he grins and nuzzles my neck.

I hum contentedly before tilting his head up and kissing him softly. We sit in silence and exchange soft, sleepy kisses until we drift off to sleep.