Hi! My word for your game is “flower”
Thanks! Sorry I left this sitting in my inbox for a while, my inspiration suddenly yeeted itself out the window. Anyway, have a cute Drarry headcanon! ❤
• Draco walks into the great hall one evening with a flower tucked behind his ear.
• Harry’s heart does The Thing. You know the thing. That thing it usually does when Draco so much as walks into a room and Harry notices him.
• But it’s when Draco plays with the flower, when he rolls it between two fingers in a distracted manner as he checks his class notes over his dinner, that Harry positively loses it.
• Because “WHY THE FUCK would Malfoy EVER wear a flower in his hair??? There must be a reason, Ron, he would NEVER.”
• The reason, dear reader, is as simple as two words: Luna Lovegood. Draco is a goner for her; platonically so, at least. It happened over the war, in a cramped, damp cell in Malfoy Manor, but you know that story already.
• This, however, matters very little to our beloved Harry Potter, who is gaping at the Slytherin table with his spoon in the air because the notion that Malfoy knows there’s a flower in his hair has apparently broken him.
• And Draco notices, of course he does. Come on — when does he NOT notice Harry??
• For a moment he’s surprised, but then— then. Then his lips curve into a little smirk that quickly widens when Harry splutters his food all over Ron, and “He just looks so satisfied, doesn’t he??? Ugh, does the stupid ferret think he’s being funny? I swear, Ron, if he doesn’t stop smiling like he’s won the day I will SNAP.”
• Ron, unsurprisingly, just smacks another spoonful of apple crumble on Harry’s plate and tells him to eat and stop obsessing over Malfoy. (Don’t tell him, but he reminds Harry of Molly every time he worries over Harry’s questionable eating habits!)
• That’s how Harry misses the way Draco’s smile softens a moment later — the way Draco glances down, then up again, and bites his lip, fidgeting with the flower still, bur this time in a nervous manner. How Harry misses the soft blush that spreads over Draco’s cheeks.
• What Harry doesn’t miss, however, is the little note that flies into his bedroom that night, making a complex little loop in the air and then landing by Harry’s pillow. It’s an origami crane.
• Tucked inside it, dear reader, is the flower and nothing else.
• It goes without saying that Ron hears all about it immediately, Harry sat at the foot of his bed ranting about Malfoy’s iffy behaviour while Ron tries — and fails — not to roll his eyes too much. But he listens, even if Harry’s obvious crush on Malfoy seems a bit pathetic to him. He knows Harry will figure it out with time. Hopefully soon.
• The next morning, with what little sanity he has left, Harry strolls to where Draco is sitting in the Hogwarts gardens to demand an explanation.
• Draco’s words, “I knew you’d find me,” only set Harry further on edge.
• But not as much as Draco’s fingers brushing the line of his jaw, then pushing softly into his hair as Draco, calm as ever, tucks a little wild flower — a daisy — in Harry’s hair. Behind Harry’s ear.
• Is what follows a kiss that has them both sprawled on the grass within seconds? Is it Draco performing CPR on Harry because he’s stopped breathing? Who knows. Maybe both.
• What I can tell you for sure, dear reader, is that Ron is watching it all from the Eighth Year common room window, and he’s already deciding what he’ll buy with the two galleons Hermione owes him for this. Probably chocolate frogs!
