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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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Chapter List
- 5
- 6
- 7
Author's note: Apologies for the late update, but I had to finish the chapter today and it turned out to be quite longer than I expected it to be *coughs*
Fair warning: I'm not entirely too sure about this chapter; I'm not too happy with how some scenes turned out, but nevertheless I hope it didn't turn out too bad *winces*
Thanks to the following reviewers: Dedicated_Reader; Thunderbird; A. and djaddict
Warnings: fluff; lemon; time skips and an author who isn't certain about some scenes for which I apologise in advance
I hope you'll like it!
Chapter 6 Red Chrysanthemum and Coral Rose
Harry had just finished putting vanilla frosting on the last chocolate cupcake when the sound of the Floo activating travelled into the kitchen, soon followed by familiar footsteps. A smile bloomed open on his face before he could stop it when arms slipped around his waist and a warm chest moulded itself against his back.
"Good afternoon," Harry hummed and put the empty bag of frosting on the counter, adding the cupcake to the blue plate.
"I see you've been busy setting everything up," Draco murmured, hooking his chin over Harry's shoulder.
"I had the time," Harry muttered and shrugged, careful not to dislodge the blond man.
Today was Teddy's first birthday and Harry had spent the entire morning decorating the living room with balloons in colours ranging from bright red to light blue and sunny yellow and grass green garlands with silver letters spelling out 'Happy birthday, Teddy!'. There was a two tiered chocolate cake with whipped cream already waiting on the table, put under a preservation charm and Harry had just finished baking and frosting fifteen cupcakes. The cake and the cupcakes were for the guests, of course, considering Teddy was still too young to eat cake, but there were bananas cut into small pieces and pureed strawberries and apples for the toddler to eat.
The gathering would be small: only Harry, Draco, Narcissa and Andromeda would show up. Hermione and Ron had wanted to come, but they still had classes so they weren't able to come. Instead they had sent their gifts with Ron's owl and Harry had added those to the pile of presents waiting in the living room.
Molly and Arthur had wanted to come, but had decided against it when they heard that Draco and Narcissa would be present as well. There was still quite some bad blood between the Weasleys and the Malfoys and even without Lucius being here Molly had figured it would be best if they kept away for now in order not to disturb the party. They would organise a belated birthday party in the summer so that the rest of the Weasleys and Hermione could be there.
Harry wasn't too bothered by the absence of the Weasleys and Hermione. Sure, it would have been nice to have his friends here as well, but he could already envision the rising tension if his friends were near Draco for a couple of hours and the dark haired man wasn't in the mood to break up a possible fight.
Speaking of Draco …
Harry turned around in Draco's hold and before he could say something, lips landed on his, while hands slipped down until they rested on his hips.
Something akin to butterflies fluttered in Harry's stomach when he turned his head a bit, deepening the kiss as his own hands rested on Draco's shoulders; not even registering the counter edge digging into his lower back.
They had been going out for two weeks now and their first official date had been a week ago when Draco had invited him to a picnic in a private park near Malfoy Manor. The park actually belonged to the Malfoy family and heavy wards kept Muggles away from it. The blond wizard had led him to the middle of the park – or what Harry had assumed was the middle, because he didn't have a clue as to how big the park actually was – where they had had a picnic in a field, surrounded by various flowers which bloomed in spring like dark pink pansies, white and yellow daffodils and pure white snowdrops.
They had been lucky with the weather as the sun had shone the entire day and they had spent the entire afternoon seated or lying on a blanket, talking about everything their minds came up with. And kissing.
Lots and lots of kissing.
"Did you miss me?" Draco smirked when they broke apart; his grey eyes glittering.
Lips still tingling madly, Harry rolled his eyes. "I saw you yesterday," he pointed out, but he couldn't keep that damn smile off his face and judging by Draco's quirked eyebrow he noticed it as well.
"Dada, 'iss!" Teddy demanded from his high chair and when Harry turned around to look at him, he saw his godson pouting, hands reaching out, as his eyes flickered between grey and green and his hair settled on a colour close to light brown. "'Iss, dada!" he repeated, puckering his lips and Harry laughed, stepping out of Draco's embrace.
"Sounds like someone wants a kiss too," he cooed and walked over to Teddy, picking him up out of his seat. Small, chubby arms immediately latched around his neck and Harry supported his weight with his arm, dropping a few kisses on Teddy's cheeks and nose, getting rewarded with squeals and wet, sloppy kisses pressed against his own cheek.
"A demanding little brat, isn't he?" Draco asked dryly, but he drew closer, ruffling Teddy's hair gently.
"Well, he is part Black," Harry muttered cheekily and yelped when a hand smacked his arse. "Hey! I'm holding precious cargo here!"
"Your godfather is a silly idiot," Draco informed Teddy and the boy blinked before reaching out to the blond with his left hand.
"Dwa!" he exclaimed and wiggled around, making it known that he wanted to be hold by the other man.
Grey eyes blinked surprised. "Was that – was he trying to say my name?"
"Looks like it," Harry smiled and grinned at the awe growing in grey eyes. "Guess he heard me say your name enough to pick it up. It also looks like he wants you to hold him."
After a bit of shifting and Teddy wriggling, Draco had him in his arms, with his head resting against his shoulder. The older wizard looked completely natural like this, holding Teddy in his arms as if he had done this his entire life instead of panicking in the beginning, fearing that he would drop Teddy on his head.
"Now, which other words can you pronounce, hm?" Draco murmured, absentmindedly walking up and down with Teddy in the kitchen, allowing one of his fingers to be clenched by Teddy's small fist. "Let's see if you can manage to call my mother 'auntie', okay? I'm sure she'll love that."
Harry put the high chair away and leant back against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed in front of his chest, listening with a faint smile how Draco attempted to teach Teddy to say 'auntie'. The dark haired man thought it very unlikely that the blond would succeed, but that didn't lessen the amount of cuteness that the scene provided and his stomach did an odd flip.
He thought he could get used to this: having Draco with him in his home, the both of them taking care of Teddy.
Draco looked up and winked when he caught Harry's stare, using Teddy's small hand to blow him a kiss, and Harry laughed, feeling his cheeks warm. It was still way too early to think of Draco being here permanently like that. But …
Yeah, he definitely could get used to this.
"You did not." Andromeda's voice was flat and her eyes piercing as she stared incredulously at the present Harry had just helped Teddy unwrap.
"You can never start too early," Harry defended himself and smiled when Teddy cooed and patted the handle of the children's broomstick. "I'd like to think of it as continuing the tradition; Sirius gave me my first broom too."
"And I'm pretty sure your mother wasn't happy with that either," she retorted, but rolled her eyes and shook her head. "I'm holding you responsible if anything happens to my grandson, Harry."
"As if I would let anything happen to him," he murmured and reached out to grab the next present of the pile, which turned out to be from Draco. It was flat and wrapped in dark blue paper with silver stars. "Oh, look at this, Teddy: a present from your Uncle Draco."
"Dwa!" Teddy grinned and made grabby motions with his hands, shrieking delighted when Harry handed it over to him and he started ripping the paper apart.
The moment the wrapping paper fluttered to the floor in several pieces, Teddy paused and blinked, patting the flat box curiously. "Dada?" he implored; eyes switching from dark brown to light green.
"Let's see what Uncle Draco got for you, hm?" Harry said and removed the cover from the light cream coloured box. A startled laugh escaped him when he saw what was lying neatly folded in the box. "Really, Draco?"
"It fits your present, doesn't it?" Draco smirked, placing his glass of Butterbeer back on the table.
"You both are the absolute worst," Andromeda sighed, but there was a smile playing around the corners of her lips.
"Well, boys will be boys, I guess," Narcissa smiled when Harry turned the box around so the two women could take a look.
Draco had bought – or had placed a special order to make it – a Quidditch uniform in Teddy's size. Not just any Quidditch uniform, though. No, he had it tailored to look like that of Slytherin.
Harry really shouldn't be that surprised about it.
"You're awful, just saying," he commented, placing the box next to him on the couch.
"You're just jealous you didn't think of this," Draco teased and leant forwards to pick up the next present. He wrinkled his nose when he handed over the orange coloured gift. "Weasley sent this."
"What do you think Uncle Ron sent you, hm?" Harry placed the gift on Teddy's lap and watched amused how the little boy destroyed the paper, already knowing it had to be some kind of cloth because of how it had felt when he accepted it.
He was right. The cloth in question turned out to be dark blue pyjamas with small Snitches fluttering around.
"Oooh!" Teddy cooed, poking one of the Snitches. He giggled when the Snitch flew from underneath his finger and started hovering near the right shoulder.
"What is it with boys and Quidditch, honestly?" Andromeda clucked her tongue and chuckled.
"Rest assured, I doubt Hermione chose a Quidditch related gift," Harry replied amused, selecting Hermione's gift out of the slowly decreasing pile. "Knowing her, it will probably be something like a book."
Teddy started attacking the light green paper before his godfather even managed to place it on his lap.
"Called it," Harry remarked when Teddy had ripped off enough paper to reveal two fairy tale books.
"Woo," Teddy muttered, tapping on the picture of a dog on the first book.
"That's a dog, yes," Harry agreed and removed the rest of the wrapping paper. "Looks like we have something to read every evening now, huh?"
"Ah!" Teddy grinned in agreement; his eyes shifting to a golden brown now.
"I went a little overboard with the presents," Narcissa admitted when Harry stared at the collection of six presents, all wrapped in grass green paper.
"Well, I doubt Teddy is going to complain about it," Harry chuckled and brought the first box to Teddy.
The box was as big as Teddy was and a small huff escaped the boy before he clambered up right, Draco supporting his back so that he wouldn't topple off. Now standing up right, Teddy attacked the box with a new vigour, clearly taking delight in ripping and shredding the paper.
The box ended up containing a white teddy bear with a red bow tie. The fur felt incredibly soft, Harry discovered when he brushed a finger across a paw and Teddy seemed to agree with him, as he gripped the bear tightly around its neck and hugged it.
"Look what a beautiful teddy bear Aunt Narcissa bought for you," Harry cooed and Teddy laughed.
"Beh!" he said, plopping back down on his butt and snuggling the bear against his chest.
The teddy bear proved to be a winner, because Teddy refused to let go of it; not even the tempting offer of being able to shred more paper convinced him to stop cuddling it and in the end, Draco and Harry opened the rest of the presents.
The remaining gifts from Narcissa turned out to be more clothes: a couple of sweaters and t-shirts in the colours grass green, sky blue and soft purple; some black and white trousers; a light jacket and three pyjamas.
Andromeda's presents consisted out of toy blocks that would light up if they were put together by the same colour; a train that could ride on its own if the right spell was used on it and a puzzle that would project the drawing of the playing puppies when every piece was fitted correctly.
Teddy fell asleep soon after the last gift had been unwrapped; the excitement of the day having caught up to him.
"I'm going to put him in his bed," Harry whispered and carefully picked up the sleeping toddler from the couch, making sure not to disturb him. "It's time for his nap anyway."
Andromeda nodded. "We'll clean up here a bit," she murmured.
Harry smiled and silently left the room, holding Teddy in his arms with his teddy bear resting on his chest. His godson still had a fist clenched around the bear's paw; obviously not intent on letting go of it soon.
At some point in the afternoon it had started raining and the soft 'plink, plink' sound of raindrops hitting the window filled the bedroom when Harry opened the door. The sun had disappeared behind the clouds and the sky was grey; the colour dark enough that it wouldn't disturb Teddy in his sleep. Even so, Harry drew the curtains partly closed, knowing he couldn't really trust English weather to stay normal.
That done, he swiftly crossed the room to Teddy's bed where he slowly lowered the boy on the mattress. Teddy smacked his lips and turned his head, but didn't wake up, and after a bit of manoeuvring Harry managed to place the teddy bear in the upper right corner of the bed; close enough that Teddy would see it when he woke up, but not close enough that it could fall on him and cover his face.
"Happy birthday, Teddy," Harry whispered, smiling, and softly brushed Teddy's dark blond hair from his forehead. Looking up, he stilled when his eyes caught sight of the picture hanging above Teddy's bed.
It was one of the very few pictures of Remus and Tonks together; they had their arms wrapped around each other and were smiling. Tonks waved at Harry when he looked at her and his smile turned wistful.
"I'm taking good care of him, I promise," he murmured.
Remus and Tonks might not be alive anymore to raise their son, but Harry knew they would always be with Teddy.
The ones who loved you never really went away after all.
Fingers drew lazy, indistinguishable patters on his naked back; they left a thin line of searing heat behind and a shiver occasionally danced over his spine when fingertips brushed across a sensitive spot.
A soft breeze made the curtains flutter faintly; the warmth of a summer's day hung low in the room, making the occupants of it sluggish, too lazy to really move around anymore after what they had just done. Some birds chattered loudly, filling the evening with their song.
The crumpled sheets rustled when the other man shifted his leg; brushing it against his knee. Fingers halted, resting idly on his lower back; a warm imprint.
"Definitely a better birthday than last year," Draco murmured, breaking the peaceful silence between them for the first time in an hour.
The corners of his mouth turned up in a faint smile and he turned his head, looking at the blond through half lidded eyes. "I'd hope so, considering the shit that went on last year," he muttered, sleepiness tugging at his consciousness. He was far too comfortable to move; the activities of the hour before had left him exhausted, limp, but satiated
They had celebrated Draco's nineteenth birthday today, together with Teddy and Andromeda. Andromeda had left a few hours ago, taking Teddy with her for an impromptu sleepover. Harry had retreated with Draco to the blond's bedroom, escaping Narcissa's thoughtful gaze and Lucius' suspicious look.
"The school year is nearly finished," Draco mentioned. His hair was tousled and a lock nearly covered his right eye.
Harry blinked, taking a bit off guard at the sudden non sequitur remark. "Yes, I know," he replied, folding his hand underneath his cheek. "I'm going to see Ron and Hermione graduate. You're not coming?"
Draco ignored his inquiry and instead asked, voice carefully flat, "Do they know about us?"
The dark haired man slowly breathed out and studied guarded, grey eyes. "Hermione knows," he answered eventually. "I told her when I was figuring out what exactly I felt for you."
"And she hasn't shown up yet to hex me for corrupting you?" Draco's sneer was weak – whether from apprehension or fatigue, Harry could only guess.
"She just wants me to be happy," Harry sighed and rolled his shoulders in a lazy shrug. He smirked when a memory drifted to the surface of his mind. "Besides, she's much more likely to punch you in the face if it comes to that."
"Hah, really funny, Potter." Draco scowled, obviously remembering the same thing. "But she's the only one who knows?"
Green eyes blinked and Harry turned to lie on his back, keeping his eyes fixed on the blond lying next to him – and decidedly not looking down to prevent being distracted. "Yeah, she is. I would have known it immediately if she told Ron," he answered dryly. He paused and continued contemplatively, "Andromeda might have a hunch, I think. What about your parents?"
"They don't know yet," Draco said, pulling his hand from beneath Harry's back to place it on his stomach.
The touch so close to his groin made his stomach clench, his fingers twitching, before he relaxed. "Really? Because I got the impression that they knew what we were going to do."
"Merlin, I hope not, because that would be beyond embarrassing," Draco muttered and grimaced. "Mother might have an idea, I suppose. I haven't told them yet. Father just dislikes you on principle."
"The feeling is quite mutual," Harry retorted dryly, not in the least bothered by the admission. The war was over, but too much had happened between Harry and Lucius for the dark haired man to ever contemplate liking him. He would be civil towards the older man, because he was Draco's father, but that was the extent to which he was willing to go.
"Are you going to tell your friends?"
"Why wouldn't I?" Harry asked surprised and furrowed his eyebrows. "Unless you don't want me to?"
Grey eyes slid away from his and stared at the ceiling. "I figured you might want to keep us on the down low for now," he replied stiffly.
Harry frowned and turned to lie on his right side; his left hand slipping over Draco's chest to curl around his right side. "Why would I want that?" he questioned confused. "I don't care who knows about us."
Light coloured eyes peered at him warily. "The public won't be happy about it."
"And since when have I cared about what the public wants?" Harry rolled his eyes and huffed. "They're not entitled to anything in my life. They can fuck right off if they have any problems with us."
"Keep that in mind when the inevitable shit storm descends upon us," Draco murmured, but Harry felt him relax underneath his touch and there was a faint smirk colouring reddened lips.
"I don't care," Harry repeated and pressed a quick kiss on a sweat slicked shoulder. "If you'd like, you can come with me to the graduation and we'll tell Ron there that we're together."
"There's going to be an outrage," Draco predicted calmly. "Weasley is going to have a fit for sure."
"And since when has Ron having a fit stopped you from taunting him?" Harry inquired dryly. "Don't tell me you're not itching to see his face when we tell him."
"Well, I can't say it wouldn't be amusing to see Weasel's face," Draco mused thoughtfully; eyes glinting gleefully. "Or to imagine how the Weaslette will react when she realises who she lost you to."
"And there's that vindictive streak," Harry snorted, shaking his head.
"She's asking for it," Draco insisted and then rolled on top of Harry, pressing him back down on the bed. His hands landed on each side of Harry's face, supporting his weight, and he leant down; the tips of blond strands tickling Harry's cheeks. "So we're going to tell everyone in a couple of weeks?"
"Ready when you are," Harry smiled and his own hands reached up, travelling over Draco's naked back until they rested on sharp shoulder blades.
Draco's lips curved up into a smile and their mouths met in a soft kiss, tongues playfully tracing slightly bruised and reddened flesh. When they broke apart, a calculating look crossed silver grey eyes.
"What?" Harry breathed out, spreading his legs a bit to cradle Draco's body between them.
"Perhaps it's better if we tell my parents first," Draco replied, grimacing slightly. "Mother won't be pleased if she has to hear it from someone else first."
Harry paused and made a face when he realised the blond was right. Narcissa definitely wouldn't appreciate it if she had to hear from gossip that her son was in a relationship with Harry. Thinking about Narcissa caused his mind to create a link to Andromeda and he pursed his lips. It was probably for the best if he told the older woman about his relationship with Draco. It wasn't as if the situation between him and Andromeda was the same as the one between Draco and his parents, but he figured it was best if she knew about it.
That might lessen the chance of her accidentally walking in on them.
"Sounds like a plan," Harry agreed and snaked his hands around Draco's neck, pulling him back down. "But before we do that, there's something else I want to do first."
Draco smirked. "Sometimes you have great ideas, Potter," he breathed before their lips met again and the evening slipped away in a mess of tangled limbs, breathy moans and soft laughter.
"Relax, everything will be fine," Harry murmured, adjusting the light blue cap on Teddy's head, which protected him from the fierce sunlight. The little boy was seated on his lap and stared wide eyed at the students gathered at the front, who were awaiting the moment that they could go up to the stage and receive their degree.
Ron's eyes landed on them and he grinned, before pulling a face when he noticed Draco sitting next to Harry.
"Easy for you to say," Draco hissed; his face set in a fierce scowl.
"It's going to be fine," Harry insisted and squeezed Draco's knee reassuringly. "Trust me, if I can survive your parents' scrutiny, you'll be able to survive this meeting."
"My parents weren't that bad," Draco denied and frowned, but didn't remove Harry's hand; instead he covered it with his own.
"The only reason your father didn't hex me is because of the restrictions on his wand," Harry retorted flatly.
To say that Lucius hadn't been really happy with Draco's choice of romantic partner was the understatement of the year. His fingers had twitched and his hand had actually hovered above his wand before he seemed to realise that even if he drew his wand, he wouldn't be able to curse Harry.
Not that the dark haired wizard would have given him the chance to curse him, but still. The glared Lucius had thrown him before stalking out of the room had been clear enough.
"Yes, but mother adores you," Draco snipped, pursing his lips.
"Adore is probably a bit too much, but yeah, she did seem less inclined to curse me," Harry snorted, shaking his head.
Narcissa had reacted calmly, as if she had known long before that there was something more going on between Harry and her son. It wouldn't surprise him if that was the case. She had stated that she approved of their relationship and in the same breath had casually told Harry that her wand didn't have any restrictions and thus it would be smart of him not to hurt her son intentionally before serenely smiling and kissing their cheeks.
Harry was both in awe and terrified of her.
"Mon!" Teddy babbled, pointing insistently at Hermione who was ascending the stage, accepting her degree from McGonagall with a bright smile and red cheeks.
Harry retracted his hand from Draco's knee and helped Teddy clap his little hands together as everyone around them burst out in applause.
Green eyes caught troubled grey ones and Harry swiftly leant sideways, pressing a quick kiss on Draco's cheek. "It'll be fine, I promise," he muttered and sank back in his own chair, watching how the next student, a dark blonde haired girl, walked up the stage.
"Famous last words," Draco muttered, but remained quiet for the rest of the graduation ceremony.
Once the last person – who turned out to be Blaise Zabini – left the stage, McGonagall walked to the front and regarded the mass with a small smile on her face.
"I'm not going to waste your time when I know you all want to go celebrate," she said and several people laughed. "So I'm going to keep it short: I wish you all the best of luck and I hope you'll succeed in any endeavour you take on!"
Cheers erupted from the crowd and several recently graduated students threw their caps in the air; some even jumping up and down madly as excited laughter filled the air.
"Come on, time to face the music," Harry grinned and pulled Draco along with him, settling Teddy on his hip. He entangled his fingers with Draco's and the blond was uncharacteristically quiet as he trudged along with Harry through the squirming mass, locating Ron by his bright ginger hair.
Ron and Hermione were already surrounded by the Weasley clan when Harry and Draco finally escaped the crowd. Molly was pressing Ron – face as red as a tomato – against her chest, forcing him to bent over uncomfortably as she cried and smiled. Arthur was standing next to her, grinning proudly at his youngest son. Ginny was hugging Hermione before Fleur took over and kissed Hermione's cheek. Bill and George were grinning madly, thumping Ron's back.
Hermione was the first one to notice Harry and she grinned, face lightning up, before she ran to him, throwing her arms around his neck, being careful not to hurt Teddy.
"Harry! You came!" she laughed; her body vibrating with excitement.
He sputtered, wild, caramel brown hair smacking him in the face before she pulled back with a sheepish grin.
"Of course I came; why wouldn't I?" he chuckled and pressed a kiss against her cheek. "Congratulations, 'Mione. Not that there was any question you'd graduate," he teased and winked.
She huffed, but the grin on her face didn't diminish even when she slapped his arm. "Oh shut up," she groused, before her warm brown eyes fell on their joined hands and she quirked an eyebrow.
"Ready to come out?" she asked softly and smiled distractedly at Teddy, when the toddler patted her arm.
"We wouldn't be here together if we weren't," Draco said snidely and his hold around Harry's fingers tightened.
She opened her mouth, but was interrupted by Ron, who came over once he spotted Harry.
"Harry! It's great to see you, mate!" he called out and it was almost comical how he suddenly froze, his eyes growing wide and his face paling slightly when he caught side of Draco and their hands holding each other.
"Ron, why are you standing here like an idiot?" Ginny fussed, drawing nearer before she abruptly halted as well when she saw just who had accompanied Harry to the graduation ceremony.
"Draco and I have been together for three months now," Harry said and he really shouldn't feel so amused at the twin looks of shock on the Weasley siblings' faces. He shrugged and smiled. "I figured today was a good opportunity to tell you about it. Surprise!"
"Subtle, Harry, really subtle," Draco murmured, rolling his eyes, but Harry caught the smirk on his face when Ron and Ginny started spluttering incoherently at the same time.
He shrugged, serenely waiting until Ron and Ginny got the worst of their ranting out of their system, letting Teddy cling to his T-shirt as he stared with open mouth at the steadily reddening Weasleys.
Maybe he should have told Ron sooner about his relationship with Draco. But, he mused as he pulled Draco closer to him, it had been nice just to spend time with Draco without being berated about it by his best friend. Three months where they had the opportunity to get used to each other in this different setting, trying to figure out what had changed and what not.
Three months where they just had been able to enjoy each other. Where they had been able to spend time with each other without worrying about what others would think. That they had used to grow closer to each other, settling into this new bond.
Harry had needed that time more than he had been ready to admit at first and not even Ron's outraged reaction could make him regret not telling his friend sooner.
Ron would eventually accept the fact that Harry was together with Draco now, Harry was certain of that.
Until that happened, he just had to keep an eye on their wands. And now, Harry thought with a sly grin, I have new ways to distract Draco.
And he wasn't above using those new ways if it was necessary – or even when it wasn't necessary.
"Draco? I got your note," Harry called out when he set foot on the landing. He pulled his t-shirt away from his chest, grimacing at the heat lingering around in the air. A bit further down the corridor a window stood open, letting the warm air inside.
The summer didn't seem to want to leave the United Kingdom just yet; it was the middle of September and yet the sun still shone as brightly as it had done in the middle of August. Harry had never used so many Cooling charms in just one summer.
Now he was in Malfoy Manor after he had received a short message from Draco, asking him to come to the manor. Not entirely certain what to expect, Harry had Floo'd Andromeda and asked whether she could take care of Teddy for today and possibly this evening as well.
She had agreed, all too eager to spend more time with her grandson and so after packing Teddy's bag and bringing him to Andromeda's house, Harry had Floo'd to Malfoy Manor. A house elf had greeted him when he stumbled out of the fireplace, informing him in his squeaky voice that Draco was waiting in his wing.
Draco's wing was the furthest one in the manor, located deep in the building. It was a way to ensure his privacy until he decided to move into another place.
Silence surrounded him; his footsteps muffled by the thick carpet hiding the marble floor from view. As he walked deeper into the corridor, a flash of something colourful caught his attention and he looked down, abruptly halting.
Stunned, he stared at the rose petals decorating the carpet, forming a path of their own. The deep coral colour stood out starkly against the white carpet and he knelt down, taking one of the petals off the floor. It felt soft between his fingertips and the sweet scent of rose danced into his nostrils. He let it flutter back to the ground as he rose up again, his eyes following the path the roses created.
"Someone is in a romantic mood," he murmured and something stirred in his stomach as he slowly followed the petals; curiosity and anticipation bubbling up in him.
The roses led him to the closed door of Draco's bedroom and after a short pause Harry pushed the doorknob down and let the door swing open soundlessly. The rose petals covered the floor here as well, creating a clear path to Draco's bed. Some petals were scattered on the white pillows and Harry stepped inside; nervous butterflies racing around in his stomach.
A movement in the corner of his eye made Harry turn around. "I was starting to wonder whether you had given up on the flowers," he remarked lightly and watched how Draco smirked, twirling a rose between his fingers.
"Do you know what a coral rose means, Harry?" Draco asked conversationally. A casual flick of his wand had the door locking behind the dark haired wizard.
"Lead the way?" Harry suggested; his hands started to feel clammy all of a sudden and the ridiculous thought shot through his head that maybe he was underdressed for whatever this was.
"Good guess, but no," Draco chuckled and approached the other man; eyes glimmering faintly. He came to a stop a few inches in front of Harry and tapped the rose against Harry's cheek; the silky soft petals tickling his skin. "Do you remember our conversation from a week ago?"
"Which conversation are you …" Harry trailed off and he felt his cheeks heat up when he recalled exactly which conversation the blond wizard was talking about. "Oh."
The rose petals suddenly acquired a whole new meaning.
"Coral means desire," Draco murmured and he trailed the rose down to Harry's neck. "I think this colour is fitting, don't you agree?"
"Do you want to – now?" Harry's voice went high and he flushed with embarrassment.
"If you want to," Draco said and his other hand came up to trail thin trails of heat across Harry's shoulder, down his arm. "We're not going to be disturbed; I made sure of that. Unless you don't want – "
"No, I want to!" Harry blurted out and cleared his throat, ignoring Draco's chuckle. "How do you, you know, want to start?"
"Kissing you sounds like a good start, hm?"
Harry was pretty sure he was as red as a tomato now. "Sounds like a good idea, yeah," he practically squeaked and thankfully for his dignity, Draco shut him up by kissing him before he could embarrass himself even more.
The insistent pressure of a firm mouth against his own and a tongue sneaking out to trace his lips drowned out the embarrassment lingering in him and he gave in, bringing his arms around Draco's shoulders to haul him closer, tilting his head to the side to fit their lips better together.
Somehow they managed to stumble towards the bed without tripping or falling down once, which was quite the miracle if one considered that their mouths stayed glued together. Harry was the first to land on the bed, bouncing up and down a bit, and he pulled Draco down with him, their mouths separating in order to get some air, as he kicked off his shoes. They landed somewhere behind the bed with a muffled 'thump', but Harry was far more interested in the mouth sucking a bruise right underneath his ear.
Hands drifted down towards his shirt and tugged at it, pulling it up higher. "This needs to get off," Draco said roughly and pulled back slightly, panting.
"I could say the same of yours," Harry pointed out breathlessly and hastily pulled off his shirt, throwing it on the floor.
Draco grinned and whipped off his shirt as well, letting it join Harry's on the floor. His former immaculate hair was quite tousled now and Harry couldn't resist running his fingers through it, feeling the soft strands slip through his digits.
Draco lowered himself down again and Harry bit down a hiss at the sensation of Draco's warm skin touching his own; their dicks rubbing together through their trousers when the blond settled between his legs. They paused, grey staring down straight into green, before their lips found each other again and their hands started exploring their chests, feeling muscles contract and relax underneath their touch.
A soft curse escaped the dark haired man when devious fingers pinched his left nipple, sending bolts of exquisite pain pleasure through his nerve system. Not one to be outdone, Harry pushed the other man slightly away and latched onto a pale pink nipple with his lips, laving attention on the nub with his tongue; smiling when he felt it harden against the tip of his tongue and felt more than heard Draco groaning softly, slender fingers threading through his hair. His left hand danced across a flat stomach, flitting up until his thumb circled around Draco's right nipple, teasing and caressing it until it pebbled underneath his touch.
A sharp tug at his hair forced him to pull back and before he could say something, a pair of hungry lips devoured him, a tongue curling and dancing around his own, and he moaned; pleasure pooling in his stomach, spreading out to the rest of his body.
They fell back on the bed and hands impatiently pulled at his trousers, wrestling with the zipper. A laugh escaped the green eyed man and his magic rose to the surface, tingling his skin, until he suddenly became aware of a soft breeze against his bare legs and pale skin touching his own tanned one.
Draco pulled back from where his lips had been worrying a new mark into Harry's neck and looked down, blinking bemused. "Well, I guess that works too," he muttered, watching with interest how Harry squirmed when he trailed his fingers down the man's sides.
"A bit ticklish, Harry?" Draco smirked, obviously delighted by this new piece of information.
"Continue and I will kick you out of bed," Harry swore and the other man laughed, but acquiesced, his light, tickling touches becoming firmer, caressing lovingly as fingers trailed indistinguishable paths along Harry's chest and stomach.
Pressing kisses in Draco's neck, Harry shifted down until he selected a patch of skin right above the blond's collarbone and licked and sucked at it, biting it gently until the pale skin bloomed bright red.
With only their underwear left on, they both could feel the tension rising between them and their kisses became more heated, harsher, more passionate; their breathing harsh in the otherwise silent room. Their hands caressed and stroked, teased and danced; nails leaving thin red lines behind over chests and backs. Their hips rocked together and their underwear dampened, their cocks twitching, dribbling out pre cum as excitement increased. Moans and cut off gasps filled the air between them; their skin turning slick with sweat. They both felt hot, but neither one was inclined to move away, only wanting to be closer still.
"You ready?" Draco whispered against bruised, swollen lips and Harry nodded, too dazed to properly reply.
Draco shifted and in one smooth movement pulled Harry's underwear down, throwing it on the floor before discarding his own. They both moaned loudly when their bare cocks brushed against each other and another burst of arousal sparked through Harry.
A small jar was dumped next to Harry's hip and Draco placed his wand on the nightstand, having used it to summon the jar. When the lid came off, a light, slightly sweet scent was released and Draco dipped three fingers in the jar. Slick, clear gel coated his fingers when he pulled them back and grey eyes looked questioningly at Harry.
The butterflies were back with a vengeance, but Harry inclined his head and spread his legs further. A pillow was wedged beneath his arse and Draco leant over him, slipping one finger between his cheeks. The slickened fingertip circled around Harry's entrance, caressing it slowly before slipping inside for a bit. The finger retreated again and once more circled soothingly across his rim. This time when it slipped inside, the finger went deeper and the odd, invasive feeling caused Harry to tense up and he held his breath; fingers gripping the crumpled sheets.
"It's okay, just relax," Draco murmured and kissed Harry again; his other hand coming up to caress Harry's cheek. "I promise I'll make you feel good," he crooned against reddened lips and Harry exhaled, forcing himself to relax.
The finger went in deeper and brushed against something, sending a jolt through Harry, but retreated before he could feel more of the pressure. Draco entered his finger a few more time before he added a second finger, pressing firmly against his entrance. Two fingers proved to be more of a challenge and Draco paused as Harry tensed up again around the two digits. Squirming a bit, not knowing whether to push back or pull away, Harry focused on his breathing until he felt himself relax. The fingers slid deeper inside, caressing his walls and he moaned brokenly when they prodded that one particular spot again.
"Dr-Draco," he groaned, his eyes automatically closing as pleasure sparked through him, setting his nerves alight as the fingertips continued pressing and prodding that spot, making him shudder and whimper.
"Ah, I was wondering when I would find it," Draco muttered and sounded smug.
Green eyes shot open and Harry wanted to slap the blond for being so damn smug, but another tremor wrecked his body as the fingers kept assaulting that place; pre cum dribbling liberally down his cock.
A third finger entered him, stretching him more than the two fingers had done; the burn of the stretch warring with the pleasure coursing through his veins as Draco kept distracting him with deep kisses. He moaned, feeling oddly full and gasped when the three fingers pressed firmly against that spot. Pleasure exploded, white filling his vision, and he arched his back as a garbled version of Draco's name escaped his throat; coming violently as if his orgasm was punched out of him.
"Fuck!" He opened his eyes, panting harshly as his body kept trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. He was sweaty, dark strands sticking to his forehead, limbs feeling like rubber, as he gazed breathlessly at Draco, who was staring back at him with wide eyes.
Fingers left him and a whimper escaped him, feeling oddly empty as his muscles clamped down around nothing. Draco settled himself back between Harry's legs and Harry's breath escaped him in a whoosh when fingers trailed through the mess on his stomach.
Blond hair cast a shadow across Draco's face as he leant forwards, resembling a predator. Harry certainly felt like a helpless pray underneath the look of raw hunger.
"Think I can make you come again?" Draco questioned throatily, voice rough and low.
Before Harry could even think of a retort – and that seemed like an impossible feat with how mushy his brain had become – Draco captured his mouth again, slick lips sliding against his own as fingers dug into his hips. A hand clamped down on his thigh, pulling it up a bit and around Draco's hips, leaving the dark haired man exposed.
Harry's eyes shot open – and when had he closed them again? – when he felt Draco's cock resting against his stretched entrance, not doing anything for the moment. Grey eyes sought his and as Draco kept gazing intently at him – so intense Harry wanted to look away and yet he couldn't at the same time – he pressed forwards, the tip of his cock slipping past Harry's rim, stretching his inner muscles even more as he rocked his hips forwards, sliding deeper inside.
Deeper and deeper until he suddenly stopped and paused; his breathing harsh against Harry's lips. Harry scarcely dared to move, every twitch and tremor causing pain to spike through him as he tried to get used to the novelty of being filled for the first time. He felt full, so full, and completely surrounded by the blond and his breathing was shallow, his eyes fixated on the ceiling as he tried to make sense of the array of sensations assaulting his nerves; his fingers clawing into the sheets.
"Harry? You okay?" Draco breathed; a sliver of concern worming its way into his voice.
Harry swallowed and blinked, feeling overwhelmed and helpless, trapped as he was beneath the blond. "I …" he trailed off, not knowing how to describe what he felt right now.
"Does it hurt?" A frown marred Draco's forehead and he looked frustrated; his mouth set in a thin line.
Impulsively Harry reached out and smoothed out the frown with his index finger, offering a wavering smile. "A bit," he admitted, knowing he wouldn't get away with lying. Not to Draco. He took a deep breath and focused on relaxing his muscles, forcing himself to unclench them. His arms slipped around Draco's shoulders, hands coming to rest on a strong back. "But you can move. I want you to move," he added in a stronger voice.
Yes, it hurt now, but he trusted Draco to make him feel good.
The intensity in those silver grey eyes never wavered – and this was the first time Harry discovered there were actually tiny specks of blue close to the iris – as Draco slowly pulled back, his eyes cataloguing every minuscule twitch in Harry's face. He pressed forwards again and the movement was a bit smoother now. A few more thrusts and Harry tentatively started to enjoy himself, the burning sensation making way for just an odd feeling of being full.
Bruised lips covered his own and as he returned the fierce kiss, a sudden thrust caused Draco's cock to be pressed fully against that hidden spot and he jolted, pleasure spiking through him and a deep moan left him. His cock stirred, obviously taking interest in the proceedings.
"Found it," Draco panted and shifted, angling his hips just so that with the next thrust he hammered against the spot again and another bolt of pleasure shot through Harry.
"Oh fuck," he groaned, his nails biting down in pale skin when Draco kept hitting that spot, wave after wave of pleasure assaulting him, drowning him.
Already having come once, it didn't take long for him to get worked up again; the scent of Draco's skin surrounding him, their kisses growing sloppy and uncoordinated, hot breath caressing their faces as they moved, toes curling into the crumpled sheets. Draco's right hand gripped Harry's left hand and he brought them up together, pressing them down into the pillow next to the younger man's head, entangling their fingers.
"I-I'm close," Draco groaned, eyes closed as sweat dripped down his face.
"M-me t-too," Harry stammered, another whimper torn out of him when the pressure inside him kept building up, Draco's relentless thrusting never ceasing, never easing up.
"Fuck, Harry!" Draco moaned, his hips stuttering to a stop, his fingers clenching down around Harry's, as he shook and Harry felt something hot filling him, dripping out him.
A brief brush of a hand was all Harry needed to be thrown over the edge a second time, his orgasm even more intense than the first one, pleasure overloading his senses as he moaned and shivered, clenching down around Draco's cock still inside him.
For a while the room was only filled with their loud, harsh panting; their hearts hammering wildly inside their chests as they tried to get their bearings back. When Draco pulled back, Harry winced, feeling too sensitive, but he didn't protest when the blond sank down next to him and pulled him in his arms, even if a twinge of pain shot through him when he shifted his legs.
He felt worn out, exhausted, sticky, sweaty, limbs resembling jelly more than actual body parts and bare, vulnerable in a way he wasn't used to. He loved every second of it.
"No regrets?" Draco murmured, lips tiredly caressing Harry's shoulder.
He shifted his head, a petal resting right between them and smiled, feeling lighter than he had ever before. "No regrets," he whispered and their lips met in a tender kiss before sleep stole them away.
Light and dark hair clashing as they slept peacefully in each other's embrace.
"I have a flower for you," Draco murmured and a flower with multiple, thin, red petals was placed on Harry's bare chest.
Harry picked it up, carefully touching the petals and inhaling the sweet scent. "What's this one called?" he inquired curiously, squinting up at Draco. He really should put his glasses back on.
"It's a chrysanthemum," Draco replied, studying him intently.
"And what does it mean?"
A soft smile painted swollen lips. "Why don't you find out?"
Keeping the flower in his hand, Harry browsed through his book, grimacing every time he shifted a bit; the dull ache in his lower back reminding him he needed to take a soothing potion if he wanted to keep Andromeda unaware of what exactly had transpired between him and the blond man last night.
"Ah, red chrysanthemum," he muttered, finally locating the flower in the book. "Oh."
Stunned he switched his gaze from the book to the flower and giddiness filled him, warmth spreading out through his chest and he started grinning silly, twirling the red flower between his fingers, feeling like he could burst from happiness.
A red chrysanthemum has a lot in common with the rose in that it means 'I love you'.
AN2: I hope this isn't as bad as I fear it is *winces* I'm afraid it comes across as a bit rushed at some points and that's something I wanted to avoid, but I'm not sure whether I succeeded :/
Please leave your thoughts behind in a review; should you spot any mistakes, please point them out to me!
Next chapter will be called Forget-Me-Not and Garden Pink!
See you all in the next chapter!
Cuddles
Melissa
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