Flowers

~12-Draco~

Waking up on my first Christmas with Harry was the best feeling in the world. I woke up first and took my time coaxing Harry awake.

"Wake up." I nudged him softly.

He grunted in response and turned away from me. "Too early."

"It's Christmas." I remind him and pull him back towards me.

"Five more minutes." He laughs, shoving away from me.

"If you don't get up, I'll go looking for my presents and keep all of yours for myself."

"Fine" He sits up and glares at me. "I'm awake now. Are you happy?"

"Yes." I jump out of bed. "Now get ready, Pansy, Blaise, and the entire Weasley clan are going to be here in twoish hours and we still need to open our presents."

He sighs but drags himself out of bed. "All of the Weasleys?"

"I invited them the other day, I thought you'd be happy about it." I walk towards my closet and pull out the 20 or so presents I'd hidden there.

Harry's eyes widen. "I am and those aren't all for me, right?"

"They are indeed for you. Your my boyfriend now and I intend to spoil you." I set them down with a thump in front of him.

He flushes red. "I only have one thing." He pulls out something in a small brown bag and passes it to me. Curiously, I open it.

Inside is a small flower, a hyacinth. Somehow, it had been attached to a thing golden string. I stare at it in awe.

"It's the first one we grew," Harry says anxiously. "I enchanted it to never die. It's all I got."

"It's incredible," I whisper, setting it reverently on the nightstand. "Now open yours."

He sighs but picks up the first and opens it. He holds up the necklace inside with a confused expression.

"I have a matching one. All you have to do is touch it when you need me and I'll know to find you." I tell him.

His eyes light up and he reaches for the next one a little bit faster. Inside is an elaborate set of dress robes.

"So you have something a little nicer than the hand downs from your cousin," I tell him. We proceed like this until all the gifts have been opened and he's received several new clothes, jewelry, and other things.

Suddenly something hits the bedroom window with a thump. Harry scrambles up and lets in what appears to be a bundle of rags.

"It's Errol," he tells me. "The Weasley's family owl." he takes the package from the owl and passes it to me. Inside is a fuzzy wool sweater and homemade cookies. The sweater is silvery gray with a green dragon on the front.

"Mrs. Weasley's made you a sweater?" Harry's eyes are wide. "She only does that for people she considers family."

"She's made you one since the first year." I shrug on the sweater. It's warm and it feels nice to have something given to me that wasn't bought.

"I had no one else to give me presents. She felt bad." He pulls on his own sweater. It's the same emerald green as his eyes with a golden snitch on the front.

"How come you get a snitch," I complain. "I'm a seeker too."

"It's because I'm better than you." He teases. "And because she's running out of ideas for my sweaters."

"Whatever the reason I'm glad she didn't do anything that had to do with the war." I shudder.

Harry shudders too. "She knows me too well to do that."

"Good thing she does. Now go get dressed." I order him.

A few minutes later, we head downstairs to the entrance hall. The Weasley's are already cramming themselves through the front door. George stands silently to the side as his family pours into the room.

Ginny has one arm around Luna Lovegood and slings the other around George's shoulder. A forced smile rests on his face. Bill helps Fleur into the room. Her hand rests on her slightly swollen stomach and her happy smile is mirrored on her husband's face. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley finish up the line along with Charlie. Mrs. Weasley goes to shut the door but my aunt Andy pushes her way through with a wailing blue-haired baby.

"Teddy!" Harry cries, rushing over to greet his godson.

Andy hands Teddy to Harry with a sigh of relief. "He's been crying since we left. You always seem to calm him down."

Harry grins happily and bounces Teddy. Teddy's sobs soon turn to happy baby noises.

"ANDY!" My mother comes rushing down the stairs and knocks me out of the way. "You owe me 10 galleons. Now hand it over!"

Andy shakes her head. "Nope. You said they'd confess to each other before 7th year. You should be paying me."

"I said the end of school, and since they haven't graduated yet..." My mother shrugs and holds out her hand. "Money. Now."

Andy growls and shoves the money at my mother. "I should never have made that bet."

My mom cackles. "No, you shouldn't have. We all know that I never lose."

Pansy and Blaise show up a few minutes later and the rest of the day passes relatively smoothly. My friends and family do their best not to embarrass me and the Weasley's do their best to embarrass Harry. After everyone has said their goodbyes and shuffled out of the house, weighed down with bags of opened gifts, Harry and I head upstairs for bed. We fall asleep fast, exhausted by a day full of people.

Harry's POV

I'm back in that horrible room in the Ministry. The battle is waging once more around me. I watch Bellatrix's mouth open as she shouts the spell. It hits Sirius and then he's falling, falling—.

I sit up with a jolt. Tears stream down my face and my throat feels raw. I wipe away my tears, only to have them replaced by more.

"Harry?" Draco mumbles sleepily. "What's wrong?"

"N-nothing." I stifle a sob. "I'm f-fine."

"No your not." Draco sits up and wraps his arms around me. "What happened?"

I lean against him. "I w-was back at the place where Sirius died. I c-couldn't save him. Why couldn't I save him?!" I clutch his shirt and sob.

"It's not your fault darling. None of anything that happened was your fault." Draco rubs my back comfortingly.

"Why couldn't I have died when Voldemort killed me last year. It would have been so much easier." I mumble.

"No!" Draco grips me tighter. Words seem to fail him. "I can't lose you. I've lost everything. I can't lose you too." His own tears drip onto my face. "I love you." He buries his face into my hair. We sit in silence, holding each other and crying together.

"I won't leave." I murmur at last. "I promise."

But I'm not sure if I'll be able to keep it.