Post War Blossom

Chapter 11: Romance?

I've been thinking," a tired Harry said from an armchair.
"You know the Blossom tree outside? Well, technically it's magic, so it should flower all year round, but it hasn't lately. It's just dead." His mouth tugged down.
"Do you know why?" Harry shook his head.
"No, it's weird. It stopped flowering before I moved in."
"Oh, well that's weird."
"Indeed."

He looked down at his arm, the flowers curling around each other. The pink blossoms fluttering on his arm.
It made him smile every day. He was more grateful to Harry than he had ever been to any one else. It made him scared, putting all your trust in someone, telling them you're grateful. He had never really done it before.
"So," Harry started, "Teddy's been staying with Jesse for a while, and I feel bad. I don't know if travailing for that long is good for him." Draco smiled, he hadn't met the young boy before, but Harry raved about him enough to have a fair understanding of what he was like.
"He can live here. I don't mind, he sounds like a sweet boy."
"Okay, thanks Draco."
"That's fine, it'll be nice to have some intelligent company around here." Harry gave him a look. Was it supposed to be scary? He just looked cute. What?! No he didn't!
"I'm not joking." Harry just shrugged and said,
"I know you love me." What?!?! Could he read thoughts? Why did he say that? Does Harry like him? Why did he say that?! What should he do?!
"Keep dreaming Potter." Really Draco? Potter? Why did he say Potter? He's so stupid. Now Harry knows you're going crazy inside!

Why did he say that? Does Draco think he likes him? Because he didn't. Did he? No. But... maybe he did. And what was wrong with liking Draco? It wasn't like no one knew he was gay. Draco was...so... ugh. What was wrong with him? He was so stupid. Stop sweating! Draco must know he was going crazy!

He and Draco were cleaning the ruble from Walburgas extraction process, and talking about nothing in particular. They were in that delirious tired laughing zone, and he was loving every minute of it. His favourite moments with Draco were when he didn't have that snobby rich boy facade. Draco was laughing. At his joke. It felt like a drug. He wanted more. He needed more.

Draco was looking nice today. Nice? He looked utterly delicious. He stared at Draco's laughing face. The colour of his eyes... they were beautiful. They made him feel weak. He could look at them forever. His eyes twitched down. Where Draco's slightly pink cheeks speckled with freckles formed a smile. His lips. They were-

"You okay Harry?" He tore his eyes away from Draco and desperately looked anywhere, anywhere, else.
"Uh, yeah, um, sorry just had a, ah," he gave a small laugh and fluttered his eyelashes.
"Moment." Was Draco's input.
"Yeah." Harry murmured, looking at Dracos shoes. The pieces of wall he was carrying with his wand dropped onto the ground and made Draco trip. Onto him. They landed with a thud onto the ground. Draco was on him.
"I ah, sorry, oops." Harry swallowed loudly. Draco looked stunned and stuttered,
"Me too. Oh god, I'm sorry." Their legs had gotten tangled, and Harry furiously tried to get out from under Draco. Draco's brain finally kicked into gear. They both stood up, brushing the dust from their clothes.

He stared at Harry. He couldn't look away. He was drawn to Harry and there was no denying it. He took a staggering step towards the man, and Harry's lips quirked up. His hand involuntarily cupped Harry's cheek.

Just Harry.

He leaned forward, and Harry met him. Their lips touched, and he knew.

Just Harry.

This was nothing like Astoria's brief kisses at Hogwarts. This made him feel... lightning. In his dizzy head all the way down his spine. The tingle of electricity reaching his toes, which were curled in his shoes.

Just Harry.

He wished they could stay here forever, but way too quickly, Harry pulled away. They stared at each other for a moment, but then they both burst out laughing. Harry stepped toward him and tucked himself in his arms. He nearly laughed again at the sight of Harry's smiling face peeking out from under his arm.
"Hi."
"Hi."
"Are, are you sure?" Harry's mouth dipped.
"What?"
"I'm a, a death eater." Harry hit him lightly on the head.
"No you're not. You're an amazing person that was forced into doing something they didn't want to do." He smiled.
"Can we, can we do it again?" Harry gave him a devilish smile, and leaned in.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

That will do instead of a picture. It perfectly describes my feelings.

- The Calm And Totally Not Freaking Out Winter

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