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10 April 2006 @ 09:51 pm
As requested by Suzanne and Tash...  
Yes, it's uber-late, but when am I ever on time for anything?

Title- Morning Daisies
Author- Alex.
Rating- None. Nothing suggestive at all in here.
Fandom- Harry Potter.
Challenge- #1 Blanket for fellowshipgeeks
Pairings/Characters- DM/HP
Genre- Slash/fluff.
Warnings: None.

"Good Morning, sixth years!" Mrs. McGonagall’s voice chirped.
The students blinked at her. It was the first day of the spring term, and being out of their beds at such an early hour was not, in the majority opinion, a "good" thing. Even Hermione looked tired and a little less enthusiastic than her normal self.
"Today's transfiguration class will be held out in the grounds. I will assign you all a partner and you will be turning blades of grass into daisies." the class groaned. "This is quite a simple spell, and most of you should find you are succesful in your first attempt. You will find the spell on page 453 of 'Advanced Transfiguration'. Now, partners..."
"What's the point in that?" Seamus moaned, prodding Neville, who had fallen asleep on his desk.
"When I call your names, come here and collect a blanket and make your way to the grounds with your partner." She said, flicking her wand. A pile of woolen blankets appeared on her desk. "Hermione Granger shall be paired with Seamus Finnegan." McGonagall announced.
Hermione jumped from the desk, hoping that a task will wake her up a little, and took a blanket and walked out, closely followed by Seamus.
"Parvati Patil and Dean Thomas" Parvati blushed a little as Dean's name was announced.
"Ron Weasley and Lavender Brown"
Ron sighed with relief. "See you out there, Harry!" he said, as he bounded up to pick up his blanket and started to hurry out of the classroom.
"Mr. Weasley, it is not a race" McGonagall called after him. He tutted loudly and slowed down, as Lavender caught up and they walked out together.
"Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter."
"You've got to be kidding me." Harry groaned. The last thing he needed was to be alone with Malfoy for the entire morning of the first day back. He stood up and walked to the front of the classroom to grab a blanket, but Malfoy shot up and grabbed it before him, smirking at him, and turned to walk out. Harry shook his head and followed. As he left the classroom he heard McGonagall pairing up the next two students, both Slytherins.

He followed Malfoy out into the grounds and waited for him to pick their spot. He didn't have the energy to argue with him. Finally, Malfoy picked a spot just beside the big tree by the lake. He flicked out the blanket and sat right in the middle of it, leaving little room for Harry.
"Come on Malfoy..." Harry pleaded, but Malfoy just smirked, again, and opened his book to find the spell.
Sighing, Harry sat down on the grass beside him. The sun was bright on his face, whereas Malfoy had managed to put himself in the shade. He opened his own book and found page 453. He started reading, but couldn't concentrate at all. He glanced around to see who was nearby. He could only see one other pair, Neville and Crabbe. They didn't seem to be making much progress either. Neville had fallen asleep again and Crabbe was just absent-mindedly playing with the grass. He glanced back to Malfoy, who was staring out to the lake. Harry realised he hadn't ever really studied Malfoy's face before; his sharp jaw line, his thin lips, and his eyes. They were pale, but still mysterious. There was a worried expression on his face, as he stared out to the lake, deep in thought. He let out a sigh, thinking he'd love to know what Malfoy was thinking about. He barely noticed that Malfoy had turned round, and their eyes locked for a second. And just in that second, Malfoy looked helpless, and he didn't look like himself.
"What are you staring at, Potter?" he snapped, back into his usual self.
This seemed to snap Harry out of his reverie. "Uhh...nothing, Malfoy." He mumbled, embarrassed, and faked interest in his book again to hide his burning cheeks. He had no idea why he was blushing, or why his heart was racing.

After about half an hour, his heart had settled down and he had finally managed to try out the spell a few times, and a small pile of daisies lay beside him. He glanced up at Malfoy to see how he was progressing. There were a few daisies lying on top of his book, which was lying closed in front of him on the blanket. His left arm was crossed over his body and he was absent mindedly stroking his right shoulder. He looked so vulnerable, and somehow, watching him made Harry feel sad. He looked up at his face; he was again staring out to the lake. That was when Harry noticed a tear trickle down his face. The typical male side of him felt a little awkward at this. He'd only ever seen a boy crying once, and that was Ron, but even then it had been really uncomfortable to watch. But there was something strange about seeing Malfoy crying, something different. Glancing down, Harry saw that Draco's right hand was beside him, supporting himself on the blanket. He's not quite sure why, but something compelled him to reach out his own hand and place it on top of Draco's. His hand was cold, despite the morning sunshine. Harry suddenly worried about what he had just done, but Draco didn't appear to have noticed, he was still staring out ahead. A few more tears fell down his pale cheeks, and he turned his head slightly to hide from Harry, who didn't know what else to do but very gently stroke Draco's hand with his thumb. It was all he knew to do to comfort him at that moment.
"He's just gone too far this time." Draco's voice cut into the silence. Harry looked at him, lost for anything to say in reply. "My father...my..." he cut himself off, and turned his head away again, trying to stop himself crying.
"Draco..." Harry said, realising that this was the first time he had called Draco by his first name.
Draco had noticed this too, apparently, and turned to face Harry, with a look in his eyes that Harry couldn't quite define. He turned his head sharply away from him again, it seemed like he had a million things running through his mind. Harry was debating whether to move his hand, and when Draco moved his own hand, Harry slowly began to move his away, but for some reason he didn't want to. But then Draco did something Harry didn't expect, he turned his hand round and grabbed onto Harry's. Harry looked at him, amazed, but Draco was looking down, not making eye contact. It surprised Harry to see a hint of pink on Draco's pale cheeks. It only made his heart start racing again. There was something exciting about this. He glanced around and still he could only see Neville and Crabbe, who both appeared to be asleep now. He could not speak, for he didn't want to break this atmosphere, this feeling between them. But it didn't matter, because he didn't have any words to say anyway.
"Harry...?" Draco said so quiet it was barely audible. Harry looked at him and raised his eyebrows in question. "Sit...sit with me?" he said, quieter still, letting go of Harry's hand and shuffling over a little on the blanket.
Harry stared at him, wondering how on earth he had ended up here, on a blanket beside a crying Draco who was being...nice to him. He couldn't deny he wanted to sit beside him though, as strange as that would normally be, it somehow felt right at this particular moment.
He moved over to sit beside him and immediately Draco flung his arms around him, almost without thinking. Something changed in Harry, though he wouldn't know what it was for a while yet, and he hugged him back tightly, and realised that he was smiling over Draco's shoulder. Draco inhaled a shuddery breath and sniffed, he didn't appear to be as upset as he had been a moment ago. He kind of froze and broke away from Harry, and looked him in the eyes. Harry couldn't read his expression, except that he looked happier, and he couldn't move his gaze from Draco's lips, which seemed pinker than before. He realised that Draco was looking at his lips too. Harry noticed himself leaning forward, he didn't know why, but it felt right, especially when he noticed Draco learning forward too. He could smell Draco's scent as he got closer, and a small smile played on his lips, and he closed his eyes just before their faces met...

Current Mood: accomplished
Current Music: Joni Mitchell - Both Sides Now
Suze: Luna by Potterpuff Ladyfidrich on April 10th, 2006 09:37 pm (UTC)
Alex, man, this is fab! Poor Draco - it always annoys me when folk imply that he's not *really* bothered about his dad's arrest, when it's clearly a huge factor in his life. He cries in the toilets, for God's sake!

I take it this is set during book six, yes?

*liked very muchly*
xxmissbeexxxxmissbeexx on April 10th, 2006 09:58 pm (UTC)
Well yes, technically. But I only said 6th years to get the ages accross. It is in no way related to any of the actual plots of book 6, and isn't connected to his father's arrest or anything. I was just thinking along the lines of something his father had just done, like made a deal with someone, or beat up his mother, or something like that.
Not cannon!

Thank you for the reply though :)
Suze: dreams by acelesfidrich on April 10th, 2006 10:01 pm (UTC)
*feels silly*

Still, it works as canon, I think. Which is always good - the best stories have applicability. This fits as canon and as AU.

It makes me happy that Draco might realise what an evil bastard his father is. Go Draco! Find comfort in the arms of The Boy Who Lives! You know you want to...
xxmissbeexxxxmissbeexx on April 10th, 2006 10:56 pm (UTC)
I feel a continuation coming on...:)
Coz we just have to see these wonderful boys kissing and hiding it from the school.
Oh the comedy it could produce...
Envyenvyofthestage on April 10th, 2006 11:45 pm (UTC)

I think my teeth just melted.
xxmissbeexxxxmissbeexx on April 11th, 2006 01:19 am (UTC)
Good thing?

(And, err...should I be concerned? Shall I call a dentist...hmm.)
peterpanserpeterpanser on April 11th, 2006 01:32 am (UTC)
Nice one! That poor, poor boy finding solice in anothers arms. Poor spoiled brat. I liked his vulnerable side. What does Cannon actually mean?

(sorry if it's really obvious...I'm an idiot)
xxmissbeexxxxmissbeexx on April 11th, 2006 01:54 am (UTC)
Aah, no, cannon is simply things that could easily fit into the story.
Like if someone wrote about Harry and Neville becoming best friends, that would be cannon, because there is a fair chance it could happen in the story.
But if someone wrote about Harry and Neville getting into a relationship, that would not be cannon, because it would never occur in the books.

Correct me if I'm wrong, Suzanne. Maybe that isn't the best example...?
peterpanserpeterpanser on April 11th, 2006 02:02 am (UTC)
Or like Obi-wan and Harry having a lightsaber duel using wet haddock?
Suzefidrich on April 11th, 2006 05:38 pm (UTC)
Actually, canon means stuff that really *is* in the story - like, that is a definate fact. Like, it's canon that in book six Harry is completely obsessed with Draco, or that his birthday is in July, or that Ron hates Divination.

Most of fandom is concerned with taking facts that are canon and interpreting them in ways to support their own particular ship or theory.
xxmissbeexxxxmissbeexx on April 11th, 2006 08:03 pm (UTC)
Aaah right. My bad.
Suze: Luna by Potterpuff Ladyfidrich on April 11th, 2006 08:16 pm (UTC)
S'cool. You were almost right anyway. ^_^