Mixed Messages (A Drarry Fanfic)

Woo-ing Malfoy

(Harry)

Harry inwardly groaned as he counted his mental checklist. Day 28 of trying to win Draco back. It maybe wasn't his best idea, but it had seemed to work for Ginny when they were together. So he had ordered a gigantic bouquet of red roses to be delivered during dinner. Unfortunately, many things went wrong. The owl delivering the roses was early, so it was the center of attention as it cascaded down and face-planted into Draco's soup.

The outraged look on Draco's face almost looked normal, as soup sprayed most of the Slytherins. But then everyone started laughing. And Draco, mustering his dignity, pushed the owl away, reaching for the roses. Now... they were not normal roses. They were infused with a whole bunch of witchery, so they were five times the size of normal roses. Yes. Five times the size. So the bouquet was larger than Draco's entire body and made things difficult as he struggled to read the card attached.

Harry had watched with a sickening sense of dread as it all unfolded. The Ravenclaws started jeering, and the Gryffindors started making kissy noises as Draco thrashed through the sea of roses. Harry also noticed the glimmer of pain when his hand got pricked. But then he saw something much more terrifying. Draco's eyes got slightly unfocused and he stared with a look of hunger at his bleeding hand.

Bile rose in Harry's throat as Draco finally snapped out of it. He grabbed at the card and opened it. Then all heck broke loose.

Harry had specifically asked for a normal card... but he assumed the seller was just as much as an idiot as the owl, as the card began to screech.

"Dear Draco,
You cannot imagine how sorry I am. I know I did some pretty messed up things, said some messed up things, but I want you to know that I didn't mean any of it. I am so, so sorry. I know you'll probably never forgive me, but I'm begging. Please let me try to make it up to you? Somehow? It was never my intention to hurt you. I want you to know that everything is my fault. Your hands were tied, and I refused to believe you weren't some amazing being with the power to change the world. Cause that's how I see you, Draco. You were everything to me, you still are. You are beautiful, and talented, so adorably snarky, and completely captured my heart. I never knew love until I knew you. So please give me a chance to change things? I can't change the past, ('Mione wouldn't let me borrow her time turner) but we can change the future.
Love, Harry.

... it wouldn't have been that bad, except the person reading it sounded dead inside. The person reading it also was a 70 year old dude.

Instantly, Harry became the center of awkward attention and he heard the Slytherin table sniggering.

Draco was beet red as he slowly turned to face Harry. His eyes held an unknown emotion, then he grabbed the flowers and stormed to the end of the great hall. He then promptly dropped them into Filtchs arms. He raised his eyebrows at Harry with a still unreadable expression, and turned on his heel and left. No words needed.

Harry wanted to shrink and die. The flowers were supposed to be delivered later; after dessert, so all the students were stuffed and leaving. Harry knew Draco wouldn't have left because he always stayed for pudding. He tried to play it off, but Harry knew he liked it.

To his surprise, Harry noticed a lot more than he had realized. He never thought he'd be in this position, trying to win Draco's love.

Harry didn't know why he didn't stop at that. Instead, every day for twenty eight days, he bought something new for Draco. Each time trying to outdo himself. Day 8 was a statue of Cornelius Fudge made out of... well, fudge. Draco had thrown it into the fireplace. Day 14 was a cage of flickerflies, a special type of pixie that glowed like a firefly. They were trained to spell out Draco's name. Draco had instead fled, as he was afraid of pixies after the terrible class with Professor Lockheart.