Picking Wildflowers

Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling, so I do NOT own Draco (Gorgeous) Malfoy, or Harry (Equally as Gorgeous) Potter. I DO, however, own the plot. Please do NOT sue, as all I can give you is a stick of sugar-free gum (which I want…::looks around nervously:: MINE!).

Beta: I would like to thank my Beta, Draco’s Desire, for making sure all of my sentences flow, and that there will be no grammar mistakes...but if there is, let me know and I will be sure to slap her. Thx!

A/N: Hey, sorry for taking so long to update, faithful readers. I have been working on ‘I Want You To Want Me’ and have recently accepted a Draco/Harry/Blaise challenge. Again, sorry it took so long.

I would also like to make these statements, incase I have forgotten to do so already:

1.) I have found a way to rid Ron from the story, special thanks to Dracosboi (as I will always know him, even though he’s changed his name).
2.) Anti-Ginny/Harry (again, as I will always know her, even though she has changed her name) has asked for a specific girl to cheat on a specific guy, and I have also found a way to make this so. ::bows:: You are welcome.

Please Read and Review it! Remember, the more reviews a story gets, or the better the reviews, the more the author will write. If not, they may either lose interest or feel it went so bad they don't want to continue it.

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Chapter 9: Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes

Draco sighed. He had no idea how long he had been down in Knockturn Alley, but after what seemed like hours on end, he had found the perfect gift. Ginny had told him about the Marauders Map, and what it did, so Draco went out to find something similar, but not overly so.

What Draco picked up in Borgins and Burkes, was a Locator. After asking Burke exactly what it did, Burke had answered that it, “Can tell where any one is if given a name. When a name is said into it, it glows then reveals a piece of parchment telling what, where, and why that certain person is in that certain place. It also tells who else is with them and how long they’ve been there.”

The Locator was a small, bronze-gold sphere, with equally small markings on it. Draco figured this would come in handy for Harry, seeing as though the Marauders Map could only determine location of someone on Hogwarts grounds. Draco had paid a hefty price for the thing, that was no bigger than a Galleon, and he desperately hoped Harry liked it.

Checking the time, Draco cursed as he realized he had been gone for almost two and a half hours. Draco quickly took the Locator and went into Diagon Alley, where he took out his wand and recited a spell to wrap the gift. After it was safely wrapped, he put it in his jeans and headed to Madam Malkins.

Draco looked in the window upon approaching Madam Malkins. He sighed quietly, seeing Ginny still in there. He was afraid they had left him. He walked in the door, and walked over to Ginny.

“Hey,” Draco greeted, looking around. “Where’s Harry?” he asked.

Ginny looked up at him. “Where have you been? It’s been over two hours; going on three, if I’m correct.” she asked, ignoring Draco’s question.

Draco flushed. “Yeah, sorry about that. I had no idea what to get -” Draco stopped abruptly when he saw Harry step out of the changing room. All of a sudden, the room seemed to up about 20 degrees and Draco realized he was slightly uncomfortable, for there was Harry, dressed in a black tux, with a white shirt and black tie.

Harry had on an uncomfortable expression. “I don’t know; it feels so…weird.” he said, looking down at himself. Draco gulped, not trusting himself to speak. “What do you think, Ginny?” he asked looking up. “Oh, hey, Draco. When’d you get here?” he asked, playing with the hem of his tux, something he did when nervous or uncomfortable.

“J-just a minute ago,” Draco stuttered, still looking at Harry. “That looks good on you, by the way.” he added, feeling himself flush again.

Harry scrunched up his nose, only making him look more adorable to Draco. “You think so? It’s so…” he spun around, still looking down at himself, “…not me.” he finished, stopping to see Draco’s and Ginny’s reaction.

Ginny smiled brightly. “It looks great, Harry.” she praised, “I think we should buy this one.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “That’s what you said about the last forty I’ve tried on.” he said, looking over at Draco. “What do you think?” he asked, wanting another guys opinion.

Draco nodded. “It looks good on you.” he repeated. Harry moved over to a mirror and saw his reflection.

“I still don’t feel right. I feel like I did at the Yule Ball.” he reminded. “All uncomfortable, and what not.” Harry turned to Draco. “Are tuxes supposed to feel like that?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Draco smiled beside himself. “Yeah, at first.” he said, coming closer to Harry. Draco started fixing his tie as he spoke, his breath teasing Harry’s face. “I’ve always wore tuxes, being a Malfoy and all,” he informed them, “And I used to think they were uncomfortable, too. But after a while, I got used to them.” he finished, now smoothing out non-existent wrinkles in Harry’s jacket.

Harry looked down, blushing slightly at the treatment he was getting from Draco. “O-oh, well…” he stuttered, averting his eyes again. “I’m glad I won’t always feel uncomfortable.” he said, mentally cursing at how lame that sounded.

Draco smiled, and stepped back slightly. “Have you found a dress, Ginny?” he asked, still looking at a blushing Harry. Harry had his gaze firmly to his shoes, something Draco wished he wouldn’t do; it made him look…scared; like he thought himself worthless and didn’t deserve to look up.

Ginny smiled. “Yes, I found an excellent dress. It’s purple, and has a v-neck…” Ginny continued to ramble, but Draco tuned her out for the second time that day. All he could think about was Harry; the way he acted around people, the way usually hung his head when talking to people he wasn’t comfortable with, and, most importantly, what Ginny, Ron, and Hermione all knew about Harry’s home life that Draco didn’t. “…Harry. We don’t want you to ruin it.”

Draco only barely processed that Ginny had stopped rambling about her dress and was now ordering Harry to…well, to do something. Harry’s gaze never left the ground as he turned on his heals and made his way back into the changing room. Immediately, Draco snapped his gaze to Ginny, who wore a look of knowing at the changing room door. Draco raised an eyebrow, clearly wanting details of what that display of emotions from Harry had been.

Ginny sighed quietly and motioned for Draco to move away from the stall that Harry was occupying. Once they were out of earshot, Ginny explained, “It’s just his normal display of emotions, Draco.”

But this wasn’t good enough for the aristocratic blonde. He glared daggers at Ginny, and snarled, “Like hell, it is. He’s never acted like that around me. NEVER. Now, you are going to tell me why he is all of a sudden, Weasley.” he ground out, using Ginny’s last name for emphasis on his seriousness.

Ginny raised an eyebrow. “I’m serious, Draco.” she said, as if talking to a four year old, “This is how he gets when someone is affectionate towards him.” Ginny repeated.

Draco’s famous Malfoy sneer took its place on his face as he snarled, “Damn it, why won’t you just fucking tell me what’s wrong with him, Weasley? You are affectionate all the time to him; he’s NEVER acted like this to you. But when I try to woo him, he gets all…” Draco took a breath. “His expression lacked that…look, the look of knowing you’re worth something…” he noted, then whispered, “He completely lacked that look.”

Ginny sighed. “I know what you are talking about, Draco.” she said, trying to sooth the blonde. This however, only seemed to feed his anger.

“Why does he act this way around me?” he asked, temper rising fast. “Why are you able to be so affectionate towards him, and he doesn’t bat an eye, but when I try, he gets scared? WHY?” Draco asked, slightly pissed.

Ginny looked heatedly up at Draco. “You want to know why, Draco?” she asked, taking in a deep breath, “It’s because he likes you. That’s why. He doesn’t like me like that; we’re more like brother and sister. And the reason for the nervousness, and the lack of worthy feeling, that’s from you; just because YOU’RE A GUY.” Ginny enunciated every word clearly, making sure it sunk in to Draco’s head.

Draco misplaced his anger for a moment, to stare in confusion at Ginny. “What?” he prodded. Before Ginny could explain, Harry walked out of the dressing room, back in his own overly-sized clothes and had his tux draped over one arm. Draco looked at Ginny with an expression, stating ‘This conversation isn’t over’ before walking over to Harry and helping him take the heavy material to the counter to be bought.

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After the purchasing of Harry’s and Ginny’s outfits, Draco suggested they head back to Hogwarts. Harry only shrugged, still in his state, but Ginny quickly interrupted. “Harry, didn’t you want to check on your business while we’re in Diagon Alley?” she asked, grabbing his hand and pulling the slumping boy towards Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes.

Draco watched as Harry’s eyes sparkled with that glint of self worthy-ness and let a small smile grace his features. “Yeah.” he answered, walking on his own. “I can’t wait to see their new products; they wrote me and told me they had some new fizzing candy.” he said absently, walking through the crowd. Harry hurriedly made his way into Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, and strolled up to the register, where Fred and George were constructively using their time before Hogwarts started. “Hey Fred, hey George, what’s going on?” Harry asked conversationally.

Fred and George looked over the counter at their business partner. “Hey, Harry.” they said in unison, wearing identical expressions of cheerfulness.

“Glad to…” one started.

“..see that you are out…” the other twin continued.

“…of the Hospital Wing, mate.” the first finished. Harry felt as if he were watching a tennis match every time the twins decided to finish each others sentences. “By the way,” the first twin continued.

“…we wanted you…” the second continued, grabbing a box filled to the brim of assorted products.

“…to have these.” the first finished again, shrinking the box so Harry could fit it into his pocket. “Test them out…”

“…and let us know…”

“…how you like them.” the twin then dropped his voice to a whisper, “There are some…”

“…things we have added…” the other whispered, equally as quiet.

“…for your personal…”

“…enjoyment, as well.”

As soon as they said this, Harry felt himself redden and he sharply looked over his shoulder, to see Ginny picking out her favorite candy, and Draco looking at some Sugar Quills. He looked back over at Fred and George, and whispered, “What kind of…things?”

The twins gained a evil smile as they dragged Harry behind the counter and into a room in the back of the store. “This is where…”

“…we keep the adult…”

“…things.” a twin said, and made Harry look around. To his astonishment, he saw jars of flavored lubricant, cock-rings, porn movies and magizines, and a variety of…toys. “These things are only sold through catalog, with the exception of you, of course. Isn’t that right, George?” Fred asked, smiling at Harry, who was looking around dumbly.

George nodded. “That’s right.” he agreed. “Help yourself to anything you’d like, mate.” Harry blushed at the look of encouragement that Fred and George were giving him. “Oi, I don’t think he likes us watching, Fred.” George whispered to his brother, but still loud enough for Harry to purposely hear.

“I agree, brother.” Fred whispered back. “I think we should either, a: help him out in choosing some products,” Harry’s eyes widened a fraction, “or b: leave him be so he can do it himself. What do you think, George?”

George tapped his finger to his chin in fake thought. “I don’t know, Fred. I think he might need a little help.” Harry began spluttering in protest, as George continued, “Lets show Harry some of our more favorable products, shall we, Fred?”

Harry continued spluttering an attempt to tell the ginger-haired twins that he didn’t need any advice, when Fred replied, “Of course we shall, George. After all, we know from experience what items are more…satisfying.” and with that, Fred took Harry’s hand and led him over to a crammed shelf.

George followed his brother and business partner to a shelf filled with multiple things. Harry’s eyes grew wide as he stared back and forth between Fred and George. Seemingly reading his mind, George chuckled and replied to the unasked question, “Yes, we have tested out these products Harry.” while Fred looked at the shelf.

“Ah,” Fred sighed, pulling down a jar of lube. “One green apple flavored lube.” he said as he placed it in a cart nearby, undoubtedly waiting until the end to shrink all of Harry’s items at once. Again, Fred started searching the shelf. Suddenly, Fred snickered and pulled down something in a box.

Something in Harry wanted to run the other way upon seeing the box, and combined with Fred’s snickering, that option wasn’t looking to be such a bad idea. But a bigger portion of Harry was curious to see what was in the box, so he stayed rooted to the spot as Fred opened said box and turned to look at Harry. Smirking ever-so-slightly, he pulled out a clear, rubber…dildo.

Harry’s eyes widened at the sight of it. The toy had to be about eight and a half inches long, and an inch wide. He noticed there were straps on the end of it, as if it were supposed to wrap around someone’s hip. Harry raised an eyebrow, but George seemed to get what he was pondering. “It’s so you can strap it to yourself, and have it fuck you while you wank.”

Harry held in a groan. That actually sounded pretty…desirable. Fred put it back in its box and placed the item in the cart. Next. Fred moved over to another portion of the shelf, where Harry saw the porn again. “Now Harry,” Fred began conversationally. “Do you prefer moving magazines, with or without sound is up to you, or movies?”

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A/N: Hey, sorry again for the long wait. I have had so much crap to deal with lately, I surprised myself for actually posting this today. So, consider yourselves lucky. -__-

I also realize this is a shorter chapter for me. The next chapter will be longer, I hope. Next chapter is also when a certain girl cheats on a specific guy...sorta.::wink wink nudge nudge::

Please leave a review, or else it’ll be longer before my next update. The H/D approaches!!! (EVENTUALLY!)