Petals || Drarry

+*{Chapter 7}*+

Hey guys! I'm so so so so sooo sorry it took so long to get this out, thank you to everyone who has supported me! This may be the last chapter, so it's gonna be a long boi.

Also, we hit 1k reads!!! Holy?? Shit?? Thank?? You?? I expected this book to not even get 100 reads to be honest, but here we are! So, without further delay, onto the story!

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+*{Draco's POV}*+

He's probably disgusted by me. He probably hates me even more now. I only kissed him to get out of this godforsaken room.

Yeah... that's it.

No other reason. Certainly not because I think his smile is even brighter than the sun, not because his eyes are as pure as emeralds, and definitely not because his laugh sounds like music.

Nope.

He's even coughing now. How disgusted by the kiss was he? He didn't have to rub it in.

Then something happened, a flower came out of his mouth. Needless to say I was confused.

"Harry are you alright?!" This time the voice sounded like Granger.

"I cough I'm fine... I just cough need some water cough." I hurried and grabbed one of the bottled waters I brought, he chugged it. "Thanks Malfoy."

"No problem..." I must have looked confused, because he started to explain what happened.

"Um... well, you see, I sorta have a disease," I scooted away from him, "it's not contagious or anything, it's just annoying. It causes me to cough up petals at the mention or sight of..." he trailed off.

"The mention of what?" I asked.

He looked hesitant to tell me, I would be too, considering I made fun of him for almost the whole time he was here.

"Thementionorsightofthepersonofmyaffection."

"I'm sorry, what? You talk too fast, Potter."

"W-well, I should probably tell you about the disease first." He was avoiding eye contact. "I have a disease called Hanahaki."

He didn't need to go on. I knew what hanahaki was, and I knew there was a high risk of death because of it. Talking about is probably difficult, so I decided to shush him.

"Before you go on, I already know what Hanahaki is, so you don't need to talk about it anymore." He let out a sigh of relief. "So, who's the person who you caught feelings for?" I asked, looking away.

"Like I would ever tell you Malfoy." Ouch.

"I'm hurt Potter, besides, I'm sure we're going to be stuck in here for a while so what else should we talk about?" I took a bite out of one of the tarts Potter had brought.

"Well, I would tell you, but I'm sure I would regret it for the rest of my life."

"Aww, you don't trust me?" If looks could kill, I would be dead. Well, I would have been dead a long time ago, but that's not the point.

"Whatever Potter, I brought some Fire Whiskey if you want some." I began pouring myself a few shots.

"What the hell?! We're underage Malfoy!" I rolled my eyes.

"When has that ever stopped anyone before?" Now he rolled his eyes.

He got up and walked over to where I was pouring the shots.

"Change your mind Potter?" I smirked as he took one of the shot glasses and gulped it down.

"You wish."