The night Voldemort went to the Potter house, he died, leaving the Potter family alive and happy. Petter was arrested, and Sirius confessed his love for his friend and long time crush Remus. Soon after the couple moved in with the Potters, giving Harry a mother, a father and two uncles, all under the same roof.

Harry grew up a perfect boy. Well, as perfect as a son of the marauders can be. Completely at peace with the idea of being gay, he quickly realized that he himself was gay, mostly after kissing a boy he meet in the park. Moony, Padfoot, Prongs and Lily were all there for him, and he had a great life. He often wore flower crowns, and dressed just the way he wanted, complete with scarfs and sometimes a bright pink top. He loved it.

Harry was accepted into Hogwarts just like his family, and we meet up with his best friend, Ron, and the entire Weasly family before boarding the train. On the train he and Ron meet a girl called Hermione, and Neville, a friend of the Potter - Black - Lupin household. Getting to Hogwarts and being sorted into Gryffingdor was fun for Harry, and he had the time of his life. The only thing that made him a bit sad was the way the other students looked at his flower crowns and brightly colored clothes. By the time second year rolled around, the other students were at peace with the idea of the Potter kid being gay, and always wearing a flower crown.

By the third year only one person was still upset with the Potter kid and his sexuality.

Darco Malfoy.

One of the main reasons, really, as to why he was so angry was because he was gay as well, and his parents were not as happy about it as the Potter's. He was angry because Harry flaunted his gayness around, and Draco had to be quiet to keep the Malfoy image.

The second reason, was because he liked Harry. Of course, Draco didn't know that, but that still didn't stop his heart from fluttering every time Harry walked, or skipped, past him in the hall. Draco blushed everytime Harry fixed his crown, or when he jumped of joy, clapping his hands while laughing. Draco was getting sick of it. He had no idea why he felt like this, but he knew it was all because of Potter.

The fourth year was difficult for Draco. They were all going through puberty, and it really hit Harry perfectly, making him even more cute and adorable. It really didn't help that Sirius kept sending flower crowns at breakfast, or that Harry eagerly tried them on one after the other, practically glowing. Draco really had a bad time at school that year.

It got better at home. Sirius, even though he did not having the best feeling for his family, visited Draco's mother, taking his boyfriend with him. Draco's father, Lucius, had a lot to say about the relationship, but quickly shut his mouth when Remus spilled the secret of their son. Remus seemed to have the perfect gaydar, and casually mentioned that Draco was gay. After a lot of shouting the duo left, leaving the Malfoys to sort out their feelings.

By the time Christmas came, Draco's parents were fine with Draco liking boys, and had only small problems with it. Draco told his friends at Hogwarts at the beginning of the fifth year, which is where we are now.

«Obviously Draco. I could have told you that in the first year.» Pansy said from her place on the sofa. «I mean, with the way you always kept looking at him, it was a wonder the whole school didn't know.» Blaise nodded, dumping another log into the fire. It often got cold down in the Slytherin common-room, where the group of three were seated. Draco in the lone chair, Blaise and Pansy on the sofa, the white cat Emerald between them.

«What do you mean?» Draco said, getting Emerald to move over to his lap. «I made sure nobody realized I was gay.» Pansy snorted, laying her head in Blaises lap. «Are you serious Draco? Everyone could see the looks you gave him. Everytime at breakfast, you would look at him, not taking your eyes away until he left. You still do. You watch him in the hallways, and you always mumble about him. If you don't like him, then you are seriously clueless to your own feelings.»

Draco pouted. «I have no idea what you are talking about. Who have I 'stared at' for four years?» Blaise looked at his best friend with a raised brow. «Really mate? Potter. You have been looking at Potter and his flower crowns for years, always muttering about him. You can't be so stupid that you didn't realize it.»

Draco kept his mouth shut, not saing anything. «Oh My God!! You really didn't see it?! All the times you were looking at the Gryffingdor table while Potter tried on his new flowers, or they way that you always found him in the sea of students. Come on Draco. Don't tell me you really are that clueless.» By now Draco had given up on trying to come up with something to defend himself. «I really have no idea what you are talking about. Why would I like Potter of all people.»

Blaise shrugged. «Beats me. But you have been looking. You can't say you had no idea.» Draco thought about it. He had been looking at Potter a few times. «Yeah, okay. But only because I was angry. I realize now that it is stupid, but he just threw around his gayness, and I couldn't say a thing. That is the only reason. Hate.»

Pansy sighed and moved her head a bit. «Draco. Just admit it. You have feelings for Potter. There is nothing wrong with that.» Draco suddenly got up, scaring the cat, and moved towards his bed. «I don't have feelings for Potter, and I never will. End of story. Good night.» He slammed the door shut and left his two friends.

Pansy turned her head up towards her boyfriend. «So, what now?» Blaise smirked. «I have a plan. Nothing to worry about babe. See you tomorrow.»

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Next morning Draco walked to the great hall like any other day. Pansy went with him, leaving Blaise to set his plan in motion. He ran off towards the Gryffindor common-room. There he spotted Harry, Ron and Hermione on there way to breakfast. «Blaise?» Ron said. «What are you doing here mate?»

Hermione smirked. «The plan is in motion?» Blaise just nodded, clearl out of breath. «Plan?» Harry said, tilting his head. «Yes Harry, plan. But don't worry. It's for your own good. Trust me.» Harry looked a bit lost, but Ron understood and started to lead his innocent friend towards breakfast. «Come on Harry. Let's get some breakfast.» Hermione smiled towards her boyfriend. «So?» she asked. «Oh yeah. He is officially gay, and he can't even remember looking at Potter all these years. He denied the feelings afterwards. He and Pansy are getting breakfast now.»

Hermione smiled and made her way to breakfast, leaving Blaise to run halfway across the castle again. She got to the great hall, took one look at Draco, before sitting down besides Ron, pleased with herself. Draco was once again looking at Harry, almost forgetting to eat.

Harry were just done eating when the post came. He saw a grey school own swoop down to their table. The owl dropped a package before taking of again. Ron picked it up and gave it to Harry. «It's for you mate.» Harry took it carefully opened it. His face grew into a grin when he saw what the package was. There were also a letter, and Harry took that first.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
These flowers are pretty
I hope they fit you

From someone who wishes you well.

Harry giggled and pulled out a flower crown. The crown was made of deep plastic green ivy and white lily's .He grinned as he pulled the current one off his head, this one light red roses, before placing the new one in place. «Ron, how do I look?» He said, turning to his best friend. Ron grinned. «Pretty neat Harry. Who is it from?» Harry picked up the note again. «It doesn't say. What do you think?» Ron grabbed the note and read it. «I don't know. But maybe just someone who wished for you to wear that.»

Hermione grinned and turned to look at the Stytherin table. Draco had gotten bright pink in the face, and had missed his mouth, spilling water all over the place. Pansy smirked, locking eyes with Hermione nodding. Part one complete. Ron, Harry and Hermione finished breakfast, grabbing their bags. They had a plan to study in the library.

Draco had yet too eat his breakfast, his eyes not leaving Harry once since he got the new crown. Only when he was gone from the great hall did he focus back on his food, not realizing once that his eyes had been on the Potter kid. Pansy look smug, sipping her tea waitig for Blaise to get his ass down to the hall. «So, Draco. Wanna go to the library? Get some work done?» Draco looked at his friend, a bad feeling in his gut. «Sure?» He said, swallowing the last of his breakfast.

Just as they got up, Blaise appeared, clearly out of breath. «Hey guys. Sorry that I missed breakfast. Had to fix something.» Draco simply nodded. Pansy smirked leading the way to the library. The three picked a table with clear view to the table Hermione picked. Draco quickly realised that Harry was only a few tables away and soon forgot all about his work in favour of staring at the Potter kid.

Harry was playing with his new crown, moving it around and picking at the flowers. Draco blushed when Harry looked up and spotted Draco looking. Harry simply smiled, and Draco did the only thing he could think of. He ducked his head away and faced Pansy and Blaise instead, both sitting on the other side of the table, their backs to the other group.

«You guys knew he would be here didn't you?» Pansy looked at Blaise. «What? Us? Why would we do that?» Blaise nodded in agreement. «You are right. There is no reason for us to follow the Potter kid or his friends.» Draco snorted. «Yeah right. You knew from the start that he would be here, and you guys are trying to make me realize my so called 'feelings' for Potter, but guess what. I don't like Potter! So just leave it, okay?»

The last part came out a bit louder than he thought, and since Harry sat only a few tables away, he heard. Draco heard a sniffle and looked up, only to regret it right after. Harry had tears in his eyes, his bottom lip poking out in what would have been an adorable pout, had it not been for the situation. «Shit.» Draco mumbled. Potter looked really upset, and Draco had no idea what to do. But he didn't have to do anything as Harry was quickly maing his way out of the library, tears ready to fall at any moment.

Ron was glaring at Draco, but Hermione looked smug, her arms crossed and eyebrow raised in a way that clearly said 'are you going to go after him?' Draco had no reason to, but he did. Pansy shared a look with Blaise and Hermione, Ron looking between them feeling left out.

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Draco found Harry in an empty corridor, trying his hardest not to cry. The flower crown had fallen off, right at Draco's feet. Draco picked it up and quietly made his way over to Harry. «Um, Potter?» He said slowly, trying not to scare him. «What Draco?» He said, drying his eyes with the end of his robe. «You, um, lost your flowers.» He gave him the crown and slowly sat down beside him. «Also, I'm sorry for saying that. It was mean, and I didn't mean for you to hear it.»

Apparently that didn't help, because Harry just started crying again. «Shit! What did I say this time?» Draco had no idea what to do, so he just sat there waiting for Harry to be done crying. «I'm not stupid Draco. You said that you didn't meant for me to hear it, which means that you did think it.» Draco had no comeback, so he just sighed. «I said it because my stupid so-called friends think I have a crush on you. I don't know if I really do, but I only wanted them to stop.»

Harry wiped his tears again and looked at Draco, his red puffy eyes and flushed cheeks making Draco loss focus. «Do you? Like me I mean.» Harry watched Draco struggle to find the words. «Because if you don't, can you leave? I don't want to talk to you if you are going to give false hope.»

Draco blinked. «What? Do you like me? Seriously Potter? Why would you like me? We have never really had a real conversation before now.»

Harry smiled, sniffling a bit. «Well, you sound nice. And you look cute. And because Sirius and Remus told me how your parents didn't really aprove of you. But you stood up to them. That makes you brave. I like it.» Harry had a weird look in his eyes. Draco didn't know what it was, but he felt scared and happy all at the same time.

«Well. If I did have a crush on you,» Draco started, not looking the Potter kid in the eyes. «Then it would be because you are you. You don't care what others think of you, and you do what makes you happy. And you are smart. Smarten than you think. And mostly because you look kinda adorable in those flower crowns you wear all the time.»

Harry giggled. «Thank you Draco. That was nice of you to say. Of course that doesn't mean you have a crush on me.»

Draco flushed a bright red. «Right. Well, are you feeling better now?» He asked, trying to keep his voice steady. «Do you think you can return to your friends?»

Harry nodded. «Yeah. I think I'm ready. But first,» He leaned forward and placed his lips on Draco's, cupping his face with both hands.

Draco froze for a second before slowly kissing back, closing his eyes and running his fingers into Harry's hair. He hummed into the kiss, trying to pull the black haired boy closer. Draco didn't know why it felt so god kissing Harry, but it did, and he was not letting him go any time soon.

So maybe he did have crush on stupid Harry Potter and his ridiculously cute flower crowns.