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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
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Author's note: When I started writing this chapter, I didn't think I would get past 3K. *pauses* It somehow became nearly 6K in the end. I don't know limits, let that be known *smacks head on desk*
Thanks to the following reviewers: djaddict and SP777
Warnings: Hm, some drama I guess and reference to bigotry? Not sure how to tag it, but just in case; timeskip
I hope you'll like it!
Chapter 4 Violet and Veronica
Figuring out the meanings of the flowers had to be put on hold for now. When Harry was allowed to leave the next morning, because his condition hadn't worsened overnight – something he had repeatedly told the Healers, but who would listen to him, right? It's not like he knew how he felt or so. – Kingsley had been there at the entrance, waiting for him.
"I gave you my testimony last night, didn't I?" Harry frowned and halted right in front of the older man. Some of the patients waiting to see a Healer or a Mediwitch craned their necks, staring at him wide eyed. He ignored them, having discovered that if he didn't look back the people were less likely to approach him.
Perhaps having the Head Auror standing in front of him also helped keep them plastered on their seats.
Kingsley's eyes flickered to the flowers Harry held in his left hand and he quirked a faint smile before he sobered up. "You did, yes, but I'm here to guide you to the courtroom."
Harry stilled and narrowed his eyes. "Why? The trials for the Death Eaters have been finished for months now, right?"
"Yes, but it's not a trial for a Death Eater," Kingsley replied and gestured for Harry to follow him out of the hospital. "The courtroom is assembling for the trial of the woman who attacked you yesterday."
"What?" Harry jerked to a stop, taken by surprise at the unexpected answer. "How can that trial start already? She only attacked me yesterday! Don't trials like this one usually take months before they appear in court?"
That was what Hermione had told him anyway when the trials for the Death Eaters had been going on. She had worried that the rush to punish the Death Eaters for their crimes in the war would lead to mistakes being made in the trials. Some trials took years to be completed simply because gathering the evidence and getting testimonies could take a long time.
The Death Eater trials last year had been an exception because people had wanted to see them punished as soon as possible and the Ministry had hurried to comply, eager to return to the way things had been before the war had broken out.
Kingsley grimaced and looked at him apologetically. "Normally it would take at least a few months, yes, considering the trials just keep piling up, but they're making an exception now," he explained wryly.
"An exception? Why would they …" Harry trailed off, his expression souring as realisation sank in. "It's because it's me she attacked, right?"
"Yes," the older man sighed and grimaced. "The press has been going crazy about it, so they want to handle this off quickly."
Harry scowled, stuffing his hands into his pockets. Hadn't they yet realised that he didn't need special treatment merely because of who he was?
Kingsley clapped his shoulder. "You can try to protest the treatment, but it's not going to work," he informed the younger man soberly. "Look at it this way: at least now the trial will be over and done with and you won't be bothered by it at a later time."
"I still don't like it," Harry warned him, but didn't resist when Kingsley grabbed his shoulder and Apparated them to the street where the visitor's entrance to the Ministry was: an abandoned telephone booth.
And here we are again, Harry thought wearily as the booth transported him into the Ministry.
He could only hope that the trial wouldn't last long.
"You okay?"
The sound of the Floo activating had alerted Harry to the fact that someone was visiting him, so he didn't jump when he heard the voice floating towards him from the entrance of the kitchen. Well, he didn't jump much; he just started a bit, not having expected his visitor to have pinpointed where he was so quickly.
Considering Hermione, Ron and Ginny were in Hogwarts and couldn't Floo over, there were only two other people who could come over unannounced: Andromeda and Draco. Seeing as the voice had been distinctly male …
He turned around with a faint smile after finishing his letter by writing his name on the bottom of the parchment. Ginny had been quite adamant that he needed to let her know when he was out of the hospital and as he didn't fancy having an argument about something as inane as this, he figured that writing the letter first before going over to Andromeda's to pick up Teddy would be a good idea.
"Yeah, I'm fine," he hummed and rolled up the letter.
"Did you just get out of the hospital?" Draco furrowed his eyebrows and trailed closer to the table. Grey eyes briefly flitted over to the bouquet soaking up water in the dark blue coloured vase and the blond man looked pleased for a moment. "It's two o'clock."
"No, I got out of it earlier," Harry sighed and pushed his chair backwards, standing up. He walked over to the bird's perch where a tawny owl regarded him with piercing dark brown eyes. He had purchased the owl a week ago, having realised that keeping in contact with people would be rather difficult if he didn't have an owl of his own.
No owl would ever be able to replace Hedwig, his beautiful snow white owl who had been killed two years ago, and he had purposefully avoided the white coloured owls in the store. Eventually after half an hour of studying each owl, he had chosen a tawny owl, finding its piercing eyes strangely calming.
"Auryon, take this to Ginny," he told the owl and carefully bound the letter to the large owl's paw.
Auryon hooted once and nipped Harry's finger carefully before she jumped on the windowsill, hopped outside and spread her wings, taking off.
"Any reason why you're only just home?" Draco inquired curiously and sank down on another kitchen chair, pulling the newspaper to him. His gaze slid across the couple of articles on the front page.
"Yes, I had to attend the trial of the woman who attacked me," Harry muttered and pursed his lips together.
That attracted Draco's attention immediately. "And? How did that go?" he asked, tense.
"You're not surprised that they had the trial already?" Harry questioned and narrowed his eyes, plopping down in the chair across from Draco.
"You're Harry Potter," Draco replied simply and Harry scowled.
"She got five years in Azkaban," the dark haired man answered, drawing circles on the table with his index finger. "And isn't allowed to get near me for the rest of her life."
"As if she's going to listen to that order," Draco snorted and shook his head; the corners of his mouth pulled down.
"Well, Kingsley told me there's an option of putting a magical restraining spell on her which would prevent her from coming anywhere near me, but I still have time to decide on that," Harry muttered and shrugged. "She's escorted to Azkaban now."
"Good riddance," Draco retorted dismissively and his grey eyes were rather cold.
"What are you actually doing here?" Harry inquired curiously. He stopped drawing circles and leant forwards, bracing his elbows on the table. "Not that I mind," he continued casually, "but you hadn't said anything about coming over today."
Draco shrugged half-heartedly and glanced away. "I felt like a change of scenery was necessary," he answered stiffly and his shoulders were tensed up.
Being cooped up for days on end even in a place as big as Malfoy Manor would wear down on anyone, the dark haired man figured. There were only so many times one could wander through the corridors and various rooms, speaking only to the same people, before it became a bit monotone.
Harry studied him carefully, before he smiled and stretched his arms. "Well, I'm going to see Teddy. You interested in coming with me?"
"I suppose," Draco replied airily, but his eyes were slightly glowing as he followed Harry back to the living room where they would use the Floo to go to Andromeda's home.
Harry hid an amused smile as he took a pinch of Floo powder. Who would have thought he'd become so good at reading Draco's subtle expressions?
Life went back to normal. Harry divided his time between taking care of Teddy and visiting Malfoy Manor, while having weekly Floo calls with his friends and Ginny.
Now that he had his former mentor back in the form of his portrait, Draco was often found discussing a potion with the older man while Harry sat nearby studying his own books. Their discussions didn't always remain civil – something which had surprised Harry considering Draco had always been Snape's favourite. The blond wizard could get quite passionate if he thought he was right and Harry had already witnessed Snape disappearing out of his portrait five times so far. The dark haired wizard had yet to figure out whether Snape disappeared to give Draco a chance to calm down or simply because the older man couldn't stand someone not agreeing with him and sulked elsewhere.
The second possibility was the most amusing one and it had Harry snickering every time he thought of it.
Snape's suspicious look made Harry wonder whether the man could still use Legilimency and he vowed silently to never look straight into Snape's eyes whenever he thought something less flattering about the man.
Mrs. Malfoy had surprised him by letting an area in the library be fenced off, so that he could practice spells and hexes without hitting anything valuable. The wall and the floor were cushioned with hard, thick mats and a ward surrounded the small area preventing any stray hex from destroying furniture or books. Targets were set up against the wall and stood randomly through the area; with just one flick of his wand Harry would be able to repair the targets so that he could start all over again.
The sight of the area specifically designed to help him practice in the grand library had made him speechless the first time, not having expected it at all.
"Draco has his own room to brew potions in," Mrs. Malfoy said calmly, standing as still as a statue next to him. Her ice blue eyes were focused on him, taking in every miniscule twitch in his face. "Considering you are studying here as well, I decided that you needed a place to practice. Theory won't help you if you have never practiced the spells before."
"Thank you, Mrs. Malfoy," Harry stammered, staring wide eyed at the mats and target practices. "You really didn't have to do this."
"Nonsense, Harry," Mrs. Malfoy admonished him and she briefly brushed her hand across his cheek. "I hope it is to your liking. Should you want to change something, you just have to call for a house elf and explain what you need."
He nodded, eyes still glued on the sight in front of him.
She nodded and turned around, her robes rustling softly around her ankles. "Oh, and Harry?"
He looked back at her with curiosity flashing up in his eyes.
She offered a gentle smile. "Please call me Narcissa." And then she was gone; the heavy door of the library closing behind her.
"Charming my mother, huh?" Draco prowled closer with a smirk; his own eyes studying the mats with some interest. "Feel honoured – not many people are able to do that."
"Oh, shut up," Harry grunted and pushed Draco's shoulder before he dropped his bag and grabbed his wand out of his pocket; excitement stirring in his stomach as a grin unfurled on his face.
He couldn't wait to start practicing the spell he had been studying!
It was as if Cupid had barfed all over the pub. Red garlands with big, fat, pink hearts hung low from the ceilings and around the windows. Lit red and pink roses floated in the air above each table and red hearts were plastered all across the windows. Red table cloths hid the scratched wood from view and each glass had, for some reason, glitter spread around it, clinging to the glass.
The scent of roses was heavy in the air and Harry had to supress the urge to sneeze. He couldn't remember the Three Broomsticks being this bad on Valentine's Day when he had been here with Cho years ago.
Every table was either occupied by couples simpering at each other and staring lovingly in each other's eyes or people who were on their first date. The latter were easily recognised by the heavy blushes dusting their cheeks and the shy, awkward glances they threw at each other.
Luckily for the Hogwarts students, Valentine's Day fell in a weekend, so it was easier for them to go to Hogsmeade to celebrate the holiday.
"It's too bad we can't spend the entire day with each other," Ginny sighed forlornly and trailed her fingers across the rim of her glass.
"I wish we could, but Andromeda isn't feeling well and Teddy has been fussy lately," Harry grimaced. The only reason why he didn't have Teddy with him now was because Andromeda had insisted he went on a date with Ginny. He would pick up Teddy in a few hours.
"Still it's not fair," she pouted and stroked back a piece of her hair behind her ear. She had curled her hair for the occasion and she looked great with it. Her lips were a glossy pink and Harry could still taste the remnants of the strawberry lip gloss on his mouth when she had greeted him with a kiss. It was rather sticky and felt like an unnatural film on his lips. "We already don't see each other a lot, so I had hoped we could have spent more time with each other." Frustration shone clearly in her brown eyes and she leant back in her chair.
Privately Harry agreed with her. Ever since Ginny had returned to Hogwarts and Harry had remained in his own house, they had barely spent any decent time with each other. There had been the holidays of course, but Mrs. Weasley had kept a hawk-like eye on them as if she had expected them to sneak away and hide themselves upstairs in Ginny's room. They hadn't done that, though not for a lack of trying on Ginny's part. Harry, on the other hand, hadn't wanted to disrespect Mrs. Weasley's wishes of no fooling around in her house and had refused Ginny's advances.
She hadn't been quite happy with that, but she had to agree that her mother wouldn't be happy at all if she caught them in her daughter's room.
"Can't you ask my mum whether she wants to babysit Teddy for today?" Ginny perked up, looking hopeful. "I'm sure she won't mind!"
"Teddy's my responsibility, Ginny," Harry sighed and shook his head. "It wouldn't be fair to drop him off at your mother's place. Besides Ron told me that she and your dad are planning on going out for the evening," he added, remembering the small titbit from when he and Ron had Floo called last week. He couldn't even remember how they had landed on that particular topic to be honest.
He was happy for Mrs. and Mister Weasley, though; they hadn't had an easy time mourning the death of Fred, so it would be good for them to have a night out.
"Isn't there someone else you can ask?" Ginny wheedled, biting on her lower lip.
"No; Teddy is already fussy enough – I don't want to imagine how bad he'll get with someone who isn't Andromeda or me," Harry muttered, pursing his lips together.
At that moment he became keenly aware of the fact that he and Ginny had started living different lives. While Ginny's biggest worries at the moment were her homework and training the Quidditch team, Harry was essentially already living the life of an adult. He didn't have to work – his inheritance from both his parents and Sirius ensured that he wouldn't have to worry about money for a long time – but he did take care of his household and was practically raising Teddy on his own. Teddy still had his grandmother and she didn't mind at all taking care of him, but she was getting older and she still was struggling with her grief over her daughter's death.
She hadn't mentioned it at all, but Harry could see it in her eyes when she looked at Teddy sometimes that the little boy reminded her too much of her daughter; especially when he changed his hair or eye colour. Wanting to spare her a bit, Harry had decided to raise Teddy mostly on his own. He wanted to give Teddy the love he himself had had to miss for several years when he grew up. Teddy was an orphan like him, but Harry was determined to make certain that Teddy would grow up only knowing he was loved. To never have a day in his life where he had to wonder whether the people who took care of him considered him to be nothing but a burden. To have a life Harry wished he had had with Sirius.
With Ginny being away at school and Harry spending most of his days taking care of Teddy and hanging out with Draco, they didn't have many things in common anymore. While Harry could commiserate about the annoyance that was homework, Ginny couldn't really sympathise with him about taking care of an infant, the exhaustion when Teddy was up all night crying his lungs out, the many nights spent hushing Teddy and walking around the entire house with him, trying to get him to go back to sleep.
That wasn't Ginny's fault and he didn't resent her for having chosen to return to Hogwarts, but it did cause some kind of rift between them even if they didn't acknowledge it aloud. They were slowly growing apart and it made Harry wonder whether they would manage to close the distance. It was a sobering thought to have.
"How about - " Ginny's question was cut off when the curly haired brunette who was one of the new bartenders in the pub appeared next to their table with an apologetic smile.
"Sorry, but a message for Mr. Potter arrived," she explained and handed over an envelope before rushing back to the bar to pour more drinks.
"Who wrote to you?" Ginny asked curiously, cocking her head to the side.
Harry didn't even need to read the sender's name on the back of the envelope to know who had written to him now. He had seen that handwriting on notes spread out over the table and in little messages attached to flower bouquets. Eyebrows furrowing, he slid open the envelope and retrieved the folded letter from it. The message was short, but had Harry's heart skipping a beat.
'Harry,
Sorry for disturbing you, but I don't know how else to contact you. I can't help take care of Teddy today. Mother was attacked when we were out in London today and she's in Saint Mungos now. I'm with her.
The Aurors have yet to visit us, so I presume we'll be here for a while. Just thought I'd let you know.
Draco'
The writing was shaky in some places, betraying the turmoil that had to have gone through Draco when he wrote the letter. The parchment was darkened at some places as if something had spilt some drops on it. Harry had a pretty good guess as to what kind of liquid could have been spilt on the parchment.
His first reaction to the letter was anger, flaring up like a huge, uncontrollable fire licking at everything it found in its path. Nearly a year after the war and people were still mindlessly attacking each other, as if they hadn't learnt anything from the time when Voldemort had been in power. What did they hope to accomplish with attacking others? Revenge? Satisfaction? For what? Whatever they lost, nothing they would do would bring that back. Attacking other people wouldn't bring back the dead. It wouldn't make grieving lost ones easier.
As far as Harry was aware, Narcissa hadn't even ever attacked anyone. Her only crime had been not to have been able to stop Lucius from following Voldemort. He didn't know who had attacked her, but he had a gut feeling that it hadn't been some random attack. They had targeted her because of who she was and that made them no better than the Death Eaters had been.
One detail in the letter had him gritting his teeth, anger brimming closely underneath his skin. The Aurors still hadn't visited Narcissa. Harry had barely been able to take a step forwards in the hospital without being shadowed by an Auror after he had been attacked – but then that had been because he was a war hero, wasn't it? They wouldn't offer the same service to someone who was married to a Death Eater.
The war might be over, but petty people still existed.
"Harry?" Ginny frowned, tapping his wrist gently. "Is everything all right?"
He looked away from the letter to her and stared, abruptly making a decision. There was no way he could remain in this pub with the cheery music and the romantic atmosphere when Draco was out there, clearly feeling lost. Harry didn't know how badly hurt Narcissa was, but Draco was still there on his own, without his father's support. The older blond still couldn't leave the manor for more than a year and considering how low the Malfoys had fallen on the social ladder, there was no one else who could support Draco and Narcissa in the hospital.
Nobody but Harry that was. Andromeda might have gone to the hospital if she had received the request, but she and her sister were still on shaky ground after years of not talking to each other. If they had wanted to see her, Draco would have sent the letter to her. That he hadn't but instead had chosen to write to Harry …
He wasn't about to let down his friend when he clearly needed him.
"Sorry, Ginny, but I have to go," Harry said grimly and shoved his chair backwards, stuffing the letter in his pocket. "Narcissa is in the hospital; I'm going there now. I'll make it up to you later!" He pressed a quick kiss on her mouth and ignoring her protest, swiftly left the pub and hurried to the Apparition point.
Perhaps it was time to check just how much influence he actually had, he mused darkly and Apparated away.
The look of pure relief on Draco's face and the tight hug he received from the other wizard when he arrived in Narcissa's room was enough to settle the guilt a bit that had risen up at the look of betrayal Ginny had given him when he left the pub. He would make it up to her later; first he would see to it that Narcissa received the care she deserved.
The look of wonder and gratitude in blue eyes – however quickly it had disappeared – was enough to strengthen that resolve and he smiled back at Narcissa as he set about sending a Patronus to Kingsley, explaining the situation and requesting an Auror to be send to the hospital to take their testimonies.
He deeply disliked using his fame, preferring not to think about it at all, but if his fame could help two people he had come to care a lot about … Well, he had done much harder things.
The wizard who had attacked Narcissa – someone who she couldn't recall ever having met before – had disappeared into the masses before anyone could stop him. Harry suspected nobody had actually done much effort to stop the man once it was clear who he had attacked. Narcissa had her right arm broken in several places and blistering burns on her left hand that would take a few days to heal. The shield she had called up had been enough to protect her from worse, but that didn't take away the fact that someone had cursed her without any reason.
Two Aurors had been put on the case – two women Kingsley assured weren't prejudiced at all and had a good success rate of solving cases – but given the fact that nobody wanted to come forth with information about the wizard, the case dragged on.
Harry had already declared he would accompany Narcissa and Draco whenever they would go outside, certain that people would hesitate at least before even attempting to curse either one of them. Narcissa had refused at first – Draco had been more expressive in his distaste of being escorted, nearly hissing like a cat – but Harry had remained stubborn and in the end, both blonds had given in, having realised there was no way they could change Harry's mind.
It wouldn't be for the rest of their lives, Harry had reassured them, only until the war was further behind them and people would be less likely to lash out.
Lucius had been there during the argument and had remained quiet, but Harry had caught his appraising look when the dark haired man had won the discussion and it made the younger wizard wonder whether Lucius was changing his opinion about him.
Not that it mattered to Harry if Lucius did change his mind. Whether or not the older blond approved of his decision was not something Harry cared about. He did it to keep Narcissa and Draco safe, not because he wanted Lucius' approval.
A month after Valentine's day which had ended on a sour note for the both of them, Harry and Ginny broke up. Ever since that day the distance between the two of them had grown wider; Ginny, too pissed off at the way Harry had ended their date to help Narcissa and Draco, had brushed off any attempt Harry made to make it up to her. Having become annoyed by her stubborn refusal, Harry had ceased trying to make amends and the few Floo calls between them had been stilted and rather cooled.
So really, Harry wasn't that surprised that they had broken up. It had been a long time coming, he begrudgingly realised; they were practically living in two different worlds now. He suspected him refusing to stop hanging out with Draco also had played a part in it.
Or it could have been the fact that Ginny had been caught snogging Dean Thomas in what they had thought to be an abandoned corridor. A younger student, however, had stumbled upon them and following Collin Creevey's footsteps had taken a picture of them before rushing off, knowing he had struck gold by catching Harry Potter's girlfriend cheating on him.
In no time the picture had been splashed on the front page of every newspaper and magazine and only the heavy wards around Harry's home kept the paparazzi from being plastered against his windows and door, demanding his reaction to it.
Even if he had felt obliged to answer them – which he most certainly didn't – his answer would most likely disappoint them. He wasn't as furious as they expected him to be. He wasn't even angry – something which had surprised Hermione and Ron when they Floo called him this morning and had shocked Ginny when she Floo called him an hour ago, face reddened with shame, but at the same time stubbornness glinting in her eyes.
He felt rather calm about it actually. Quite annoyed that she had chosen to cheat on him instead of simply breaking it off first, but he didn't feel as hurt as he thought he would have been and that actually surprised him. Maybe they had drifted further apart than he had realised.
"Guess she can no longer be annoyed by my hanging out with Draco, right?" Harry asked Teddy and the nearly one year old blinked before grinning and swinging his arms up and down.
"Da!" he cried out and his eyes switched from dark blue to light green. He bashed one of his toy blocks on the plush carpet and grinned mischievously at Harry who was sitting nearby, keeping an eye on the excited toddler. Teddy had given up on walking throughout the living room – well, more like waddling since he was still learning it – but Harry knew from experience that if he didn't keep his eyes on his godson at all times, the little boy was likely to move away from the carpet and explore the rest of the room.
Harry didn't mind him exploring the room – that was what all children did after all – but he preferred being around Teddy when he did that so he couldn't hurt himself.
The fire behind him rustled loudly, the red golden colour turning a dark green before soft footsteps approached him.
"You want to talk about it?" Draco asked and sank down next to him on the floor. He was wearing a blue sweater and a pair of dark trousers and he smiled when Teddy whipped his head around and cried out a babbled greeting, stretching out his arms.
Draco obliged the silent demand and picked Teddy off the floor, setting him on his lap.
"Da!" Teddy grinned brightly and burrowed his face in Draco's shoulder, rubbing his face back and forth as he muttered something incomprehensibly.
Harry shrugged. "Not much to talk about," he retorted calmly and a blond eyebrow was quirked sceptically. Harry smiled and shook his head. "I'm serious, Draco. Sure I'm irritated that she couldn't break up with me before kissing Dean, but what's done is done."
"You sound way too calm for someone whose ex-girlfriend cheated on him," Draco remarked suspiciously and narrowed his eyes, absentmindedly removing Teddy's hand from where it had started to grab a lock of blond hair.
Teddy scowled before he got distracted by the soft sweater and cooed at it, patting the cloth experimentally.
"I guess," Harry chuckled and leant back on his hands, amusement filling him at the way Draco stoically ignored Teddy patting his chest. "But well … We were drifting apart before that. I suppose we just weren't meant to be." He sighed. He grabbed one of the toy blocks and gazed at it contemplatively. "I'm not really in the mood to discuss it. Are you staying for dinner?"
Draco nodded and that was that. No more interrogation, no more worried looks. Just them entertaining Teddy.
It was nice.
It arrived right before he went to bed. Teddy had fallen asleep a few hours ago, right after dinner, and was currently sleeping peacefully in his room next to Harry's bedroom.
Harry had just thrown the covers back in his bed – it might be March but that didn't mean the nights had become warmer – when a tapping sound on the window caused him to pause and he slowly turned around.
A rusty brown owl stared solemnly back; his form outlined against the moon.
"Seriously?" Harry murmured, but he couldn't supress a smile of delight when he crossed the room and opened the window, stepping aside to let the owl fly inside.
The owl landed on the chair Harry used to place his clothes on and promptly stuck out his leg, offering the small, white box. As soon as he had removed the box, the owl spread his wings and sailed out of the window, leaving as silently as he had arrived.
A quick snap of his wand had the window closed again and he turned his attention back to the box, wondering what kind of flowers Draco had sent him this time.
The box was enlarged, the lid popped off and the sides lowered down and Harry blinked, taken slightly aback by the content. Thin twigs with small, blue flowers greeted him first, bound together in a small bundle. Veronicas they were called; he only knew this because Aunt Petunia had once used them to decorate a three tiered cake when they had guests from Uncle Vernon's work.
The veronicas had been put into a small, crystal vase, soaking up the water. Around the vase was a garland created of blue violets; their colour even more vivid and brighter than that of the veronicas. When the moonlight fell on the bouquet, the flowers seemed to glow ethereally.
Harry stared at the flowers for a long time, before in a sudden impulse, he pulled open the top drawer of his nightstand and unearthed the book containing the meanings of every flower which he had purchased two weeks ago.
He hadn't taken a look at it yet, having been distracted by Narcissa's ongoing case and taking care of Teddy, but now was a good time as any to look up the meanings of these specific flowers. Especially considering Draco had sent them on the same day he had broken up with Ginny. They had to have a special meaning, right? It wasn't like Draco to send flowers randomly.
"Veronica, veronica," Harry muttered, leaving rapidly through the book until he landed in the V section. He skipped several pages before finding the one marked "Veronica".
The page contained a description of the flower, the Latin name, where it grew and when, what it could be used for … and finally the meaning itself.
Fidelity.
"What?" he asked confused, staring at the word. Why would Draco send a flower with that meaning?
Bemused he flipped more pages until he found the page labelled "Violet". He dismissed the general information, it not being what he was looking for, and found the meaning listed in a small column, organised by which colour the particular violet had.
Blue violets meant … faithfulness.
His confusion only grew and he closed the book, staring contemplatively at the flowers. Why would Draco give him flowers that meant fidelity and faithfulness? What did he mean with that? The faithfulness could be explained that he wouldn't betray Harry; maybe it was even a dig towards Ginny because she had cheated on Harry and therefore hadn't been faithful.
But fidelity? Wasn't fidelity usually connected to being in a relationship? Was he looking too deep into this? Maybe that was just another dig towards Ginny; Draco hadn't lost his vindictive streak merely because he was friends with Harry now after all.
So perhaps both flowers were simply meant as a jab towards Ginny. It could be that Draco just wanted to let him know he deserved to be with someone who was faithful and who wouldn't cheat on him.
Or maybe …
Harry stared at the flowers; his mind whirling with the various possibilities.
Sleep was a long time coming that night.
AN2: This writing a story without much angst thingie is still too weird to describe in words. It's like swimming against the current O_O I don't know what the hell I'm doing with this story XD
Nevertheless I hope this chapter wasn't too bad ^^; Please leave your thoughts behind in a review; should you spot any mistakes, please point them out to me!
Next flowers are: bright pink rose and pink camellia - and I just realised the chapter will be posted on Valentine's Day. What a coincidence!
See you all in the next chapter!
Cuddles
Melissa
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