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Say It with Flowers	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 8403 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter nor make profit of it. J.K. Rowling owns it.

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Author's note: This fic is dedicated to babyvfan, because it's her birthday today! Happy birthday, sweetie! Now I said it would be a oneshot, but to be honest my time management really sucks and as I'm a stickler for posting fics on time, the oneshot turned into a multichaptered fic *coughs* Hope you won't mind ^^;
Warnings: Harry's pov; right after the war; slight drama; a rather laid back Harry; doesn't follow the epilogue; implied Harry/Ginny at first but it won't last long and it isn't explicit
Dedicated to: babyvfan
I hope you'll like it!
Chapter 1 Purple Hyacinth and White Campanula
"Draco Malfoy and Narcissa Malfoy nee Black are deemed not guilty, due to them offering assistance to Harry Potter during the war," Judge Heatwing announced; his deep, gravelly voice travelling throughout the entire room as he read out the decisions of the jury. "Lucius Malfoy is sentenced to two years of house arrest for his involvement in the war. There will be restrictions put on his wand and an Auror will check on him weekly until his sentence is over."
Light blue eyes gazed out at the people gathered in the large room. "I declare this case closed. You are all dismissed."
As soon as the last word left the judge's mouth, an uproar erupted in the stands as people raged and screamed about the injustice of the decision, demanding that the Malfoys received a harsher punishment. Some wizards tried to climb over the stone wall separating the benches from the area where the accused awaited their fate, their wands waving dangerously through the air. The Aurors present rushed forwards, casting barriers to keep the agitated people from getting further and immobilizing the ones who tried to hex them.
Meanwhile two other Aurors were removing the shackles from the Malfoys' arms and legs, while a third one was casting the restrictions on the elder Malfoy's wand with a blank face.
The Aurors managed to calm down the angry crowd and they dispersed, muttering darkly and complaining loudly how the Malfoys had once again weaselled their way out of a real sentence.
As soon as most of the crowd had left the room, a lone figure in the furthest row in the back rose up from his seat; tucking his wand back into his pocket as he gazed wearily at the people shuffling their way out.
One would think that barely two months after the end of the war people wouldn't have the energy to get mad at things that really weren't their business. Clearly he was mistaken about that.
Checking a sigh and rubbing his forehead – spending the several days cooped up in stuffy, dark rooms, listening to testimonies and evidence and lawyers arguing was wearing him down and he was glad to finally go home – he started descending the small, stone steps; his footsteps easily swallowed by the noise other people were making.
He was nearly at the door, sweet freedom beckoning him, when someone called out to him.
"Potter!"
Surprised Harry turned around and cocked his head slightly when Malfoy halted a few feet away from him; his grey eyes unnaturally bright and large in his too narrow face.
"What, Malfoy?" Harry asked curiously, aware of the Aurors' eyes trained on them.
Malfoy swallowed visibly and suddenly his hand shot out and Harry had already taken a step back before he realised that the blond was merely holding out his hand and not going for an attack. He felt himself flush; old habits die hard, it seemed.
If Malfoy had noticed the small retreat, he didn't remark on it. Instead he kept his hand outstretched and with a tremble in his voice said, "I just want to – thank you, Potter. For helping my parents and for – for helping me."
Harry shrugged and smiled wryly. "We might not have got along during school, but that doesn't mean I want to see you behind bars. Very few people deserve Azkaban …" he trailed off, mind flashing back to some of the trials he had attended of Death Eaters who had tortured and killed people. Those were the ones who deserved to be locked up in that awful place.
Someone scraping their throat behind him snapped him out of his thoughts and he shook his head to clear it. "Anyway, I was just telling the truth. That's all."
"Still, you could have chosen not to and for that I thank you," Malfoy stated and it was obvious that he would keep his hand stretched out until Harry either accepted it or snubbed him.
Harry studied him carefully. The pompous, arrogant bastard that had been Malfoy for a better part of their school years wasn't there anymore. In his place there was a determined, but insecure – and broken just like you, a voice added in the back of his mind – young man who looked to be on the verge of being sick, but he remained standing there, his hand outstretched, running the risk to be rejected.
They had both come a long way since they had met as two small eleven year olds.
Harry smiled and accepted Malfoy's hand, shaking it firmly. Malfoy's touch was cool, his fingers a bit rough from being on his broom so much, but not unpleasant.
Malfoy looked shocked for a moment before he tightened his grip a bit. "Thanks," he added once more.
"No problem. See you around, Malfoy." Harry nodded and retracted his hand. He inclined his head to Malfoy's parents in greeting before he slipped out of the room.
He could finally go home.
"And do you think you're going back in September?" Hermione asked hesitatingly, biting her lower lip.
Harry sighed, tilting the bottle with milk a bit so that the baby in his arms could drink up the last bit of it. "I'm not sure, 'Mione," he admitted begrudgingly. "It's just … It feels weird going back after all that happened."
She tapped her fingers on the chipped table. "If you're not going back, what are you going to do then?"
"It's not like Harry really needs a degree," Ron snorted from the other side of the table. He was shovelling a plate of scrambled eggs in his mouth and Hermione grimaced in disgust. "I mean, he's Harry Potter! Everyone will hire him whether he has the skills or not."
"I'm not planning on banking on my fame," Harry said and shook his head. There was truth in what Ron said, though. He didn't think many people would protest his lack of degree if it meant they were the ones who could hire him.
"You might not think a degree is significant, Ron, but education is very important," Hermione sniffed and threw their ginger haired friend an admonishing look. "Has Ginny told you what she's going to do?"
Harry nodded, removing the bottle gently. Teddy grumbled in protest, but didn't start crying and merely blinked up at the dark haired man. After throwing a towel on his shoulder, he brought Teddy up and patted him gently on his back until he hiccupped and burped up some milk. "Good boy," Harry praised him and banished the soiled cloth to the washer upstairs, no longer bothered by it after having got a couple of months to get used to it. You couldn't take care of a baby and keep becoming bothered by the general mess that a baby produced.
As it was, Teddy was slowly transitioning to solid food, so that would help a bit with reducing the mess. At least that was what Harry hoped for.
"She told me she's planning on going back to finish school," he explained, lowering Teddy so that he was resting in his arms again. For now the baby seemed far too fascinated by his small fingers clenching and unclenching to go to sleep.
"And you?" Hermione raised an eyebrow, the stubborn glint in her eyes warning him she wouldn't let go of the topic before she received a satisfying answer.
Green eyes rolled, but Harry answered agreeably, "I'm planning on studying some subjects on my own and see whether they'll let me take the exams without having to go to class."
She nodded slowly, a light frown creasing her forehead. "That sounds like a good idea. Which subjects are you planning on – "
She was interrupted by a muffled 'thump' coming from the window and they turned around surprised. Teddy was clearly unbothered by the unexpected noise as he just kept cooing at his fists; his hair flickering between a dull brown and black.
A rusty brown coloured owl with a few white specks decorating his chest stared back at Harry solemnly before poking the window with his beak again, becoming impatient at the lack of reaction.
"Do you know the owl, Harry?" Ron asked curiously and after popping the last piece of his buttered toast in his mouth, he rose up from his chair and crossed the kitchen to open the window.
The owl hooted softly and flew soundlessly inside, landing in front of the dark haired wizard on the table. A small, rectangular, white box was tied around his right leg.
"No, I don't," Harry said, furrowing his eyebrows. Was it someone from the Ministry, like Kingsley? Or perhaps one of his 'admirers'? He grimaced at the thought. Just two days ago he had to get rid of three large piles of letters and presents from people trying to attract his attention.
Teddy took notice of the owl and his dark blue eyes widened surprised.
"Hermione, would you mind checking the package?" Harry asked, nodded at the little box. "I would do it, but I left my wand upstairs."
"Remember what Moody said, mate: constant vigilance," Ron teased him and sank back down on his chair, but the look he gave the owl was wary.
He had been there with Harry on the day he had visited Diagon Alley for the first time since the war had ended and a man angry at Harry for announcing that he would defend the Malfoys had tried to give him a present that would have exploded once Harry touched it. Ever since then they had become wary of presents that were given by people they didn't know.
"No problem, Harry," Hermione smiled and cast several Detection spells on the package, making sure to cover everything from hexes to curses to even invisible potion marks.
Everything was clear.
"Guess I just have to open it then," Harry muttered and with one hand untied the box from the owl's leg, who flew away the moment he was relieved from his burden.
Hermione nodded and used the Enlargement Charm to bring the box to its original size. The box expanded and as soon as it has reached its full height, the lid popped off and the four walls fell down, revealing –
A bouquet of flowers. Two different sorts of flowers to be exact. There were seven purple flowers which Harry recognised as purple hyacinth and the other half was white and was bell-shaped and it took him a bit before he remembered that the white ones were called white campanula. One of the Dursleys' neighbours had had those flowers in her garden every year.
"Eh." Ron looked dumbfounded, gaping at the flowers.
Even Hermione looked stunned; her brown eyes widening in surprise as she lowered her wand. She cleared her throat. "Eh, do you think they're from Ginny?"
A snort escaped Harry before he could stop it. "No, they're definitely not from her. She isn't fond of flowers, so she would never sent me them." A small folded card tied around a stem of one of the purple hyacinths caught his eyes and he plucked it off, studying it carefully.
The paper was quite thick and smelt heavily of the purple hyacinth. Gold lines were printed alongside the edges of the card with a small drawing of a rose etched into the middle of it.
"Go on, read it," Hermione encouraged him, looking anxiously and ready to snatch it away from him if he took any longer to read it.
Teddy seemingly had had enough excitement for this morning, because his eyes were starting to droop, his breathing slowly deepening, and Harry knew it wouldn't be long anymore before his godson would be fast asleep.
Curiosity welling up in him, he folded the card open and was greeted by an elegant handwriting.
'Potter,
I know I already thanked you after the trial, but consider these flowers as my way of formally thanking you for everything you have done for me and my family. I really appreciate it.
This bouquet is also my way of apologising for all the wrongdoings I committed against you during the past seven years. I know that flowers are not enough for the way I behaved, but I hope you can forgive me somewhere in the future.
I want to start with a clean slate and I hope you will accept these flowers as a sign of my goodwill. Should you not, I will understand.
Draco Malfoy'
Flabbergasted Harry's eyes shot from the card to the flowers and back. Malfoy was giving him flowers to apologise and thank him? In what kind of alternate universe had he woken up this morning? And why two different flowers? Wouldn't one sort have sufficed? Or was he missing something here?
Well, Malfoy had always been one to prefer grand gestures. Harry closed the card and stared thoughtfully at the bouquet. If Malfoy wanted to say sorry and thank him yet again with these flowers, who was Harry to say no to him? It was a nice gesture after all – even if the choice of flowers was strange.
But he had never claimed to understand how Malfoy's brain worked. And the flowers were lovely …
"Who's it from?" Ron inquired curiously, leaning back into his chair.
Harry smiled bemused. "Someone who wants to make amends."
AN2: Hey, look at that, no angst at all. Who'd have thought? LOL So yes, this is going to be a multichaptered fic with each chapter focusing around a specific flower - or flowers at times like this one.
I hope to see you all in the next chapter, called Snowdrop!
Cuddles
Melissa
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