Drarry Oneshots (𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆)

Flowers, Dildos and Other Courtship Gifts

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Author: Erebeus ( on ao3) 

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At the beginning of time is a Wednesday afternoon. A Wednesday afternoon at Harry Potter's favourite place in the world: Calefactio. As a small cafe, tucked away on the corner of Knockturn and Diagon, displaying warm orange decor, homely brown shutters, and a quaint yellow door, it is quite possibly the cutest shop around. Beautiful rich coffee, heavenly tiny cakes, and sweet, kind staff—Calefactio has it all. But this is a love story not an advertising piece, so none of this really matters (except the staff—please leave them love and tips).

What does matter is that the windows of our little cafe provide an optimal view into the flower shop across the street. A flower shop run by a reformed Death Eater and drama queen extraordinaire, namely one Draco Lucius Malfoy. Harry Potter had figured this out exactly three weeks, five days, and three hours after Wiltshire's Florentes opened. It is no wonder then, that our story starts here (though one could argue it actually started at Hogwarts, or even earlier in Madam Malkins, we shall assume our audience is familiar with the convoluted saga that is the backstory of our two lovely boys).

This Wednesday, at the start of all time, is in most ways just like all other Wednesdays that came before it. Harry wakes up early, goes for a run, shows up to auror training five minutes late, runs more laps, and works his butt off until lunch, then he walks all alone to the cafe, drinks a vanilla latte, and stares out the window intently. After lunch, he's back at the Ministry getting bored in classes and feeling jealous of all his friends who have their lives together. At night, he will go home and get ready to do it all again the next day.

Except, this Wednesday, for some reason, Luna is also at Calefactio, sitting with Harry as he drinks his coffee. As is often the case with Luna Lovegood, neither Harry nor the narrator is quite sure why, how and whence Luna has appeared from. But as he loves Luna he doesn't question her presence (neither do we). Anyhow, it's her presence that is of utmost importance here, not her unsurpassed knack for knowing when and where she is needed.

Harry sips his coffee and smiles at her. She smiles back and pulls out a journal filled with wrackspurt sketches. She starts writing something, and Harry goes back to looking out the window. Today, Draco's arranging green leaves around some red, petal-y, non-rose-like flowers (the narrator can confirm this one knows shit about flowers and that in reality, it's Acacia and carnations respectively). Draco tilts his head slightly, and the sight of his long pale neck makes Harry feel a certain kind of way. He dreams of wrapping his hands around those slim hips, of nuzzling that neck, of kissing that soft smile Draco reserves for his flowers. Draco's long silky hair is tied into a ponytail that spills softly over his shoulder and gleams gold in the sunlight. His pointy chin has softened slightly with time, but his nose and his cheekbones are as pointy as ever, and Harry loves it. He lifts his hands to stretch, and Harry sighs out loud as that reveals the long lines of his body. Oh to be able to cuddle against that on movie nights.

"You should talk to him," Luna says. Harry sputters.

"Whuhh?"

Luna looks at him patiently and places her hand atop his. "You like Draco. You should talk to Draco. I think Draco would like that too."

Harry sputters some more and then pouts. He thought he hadn't been obvious for once in his life, but clearly, some things just aren't meant to be. "But, but, but..."

Luna absently twirls her wand, leaving trails of purple sparks everywhere. "You two were close in eighth year, no? I bet he misses talking to you." Harry frowns. They had been sort of close. But only at night, when Harry would stumble down after a nightmare to find Draco wrapped in a tartan blanket awake from his own nightmares. They had talked—shared feelings and jokes and even tears—but never in daylight. And never once off Hogwarts grounds. Even now, when Draco nodded at him in the street or across a room at a Ministry event, it felt as if there was a glass wall between them as if they were strangers and their time together had been just a dream left behind.