Picking Wildflowers

Disclaimer: I am NOT J.K. Rowling, and therefore do NOT own Draco (Gorgeous) Malfoy, or Harry (Equally as Gorgeous) Potter. I DO, however, own this plot. Please do not sue, because all I can give you is a stick of sugarfree gum (which i want...MINE!). Enjoy!

Warning: This is Slash and the slash pairing WILL be Draco/Harry. Yes, this story does contain Het, (M/F relationships) such as Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione, and a little Draco/Pansy. Don't like? Don't read. Send me a flamer, if you want, but I warned you fair and square about the Slash. If you are one of those ppl that send me a flamer, i will put it on the site so everyone can see how lame you are that you didn't read the Warning.

Beta: I would like to thank my Beta, Dracosdesire, for making sure all of my sentances 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!

To Reviewer Anti-Ginny/Harry: Hey, thanks a bunch for your review. I would just like to say that no, Ginny doesn't die. But, this IS a Harry/Draco...don't worry, things get better. ^__^
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Chapter 3: Powers

Draco walked along the corridors before breakfast on Monday, August 3rd. He stopped just short of the entrance to the Great Hall, and ran a hand through his platinum blonde hair. He could usually do what he wanted; feel what he wanted. But not anymore. Now a days, Draco had to be careful of his actions, because of Harry’s mind-reading arse always breaking into Draco’s thoughts.

Draco walked into the Great Hall and made his way over to the Slytherin table. He sat down and started to put food on his plate, when he thought to himself.

“Potter? Hello? Can you hear me, Potter?”

Draco looked over to the Gryffindor table where Harry was kissing his girlfriend. He pulled away and looked at Draco. He nodded, and went back to his business with the youngest Weasley.

“Yes, Malfoy.” Harry mentally sighed. “I can hear you. What do you want?”

“Potter, did you get my note?”

“Yeah, I got your note. I thought we could meet at noon in my room.”

Draco saw Harry snap his fingers under the table. Harry still had his tongue down Weaslettes’s throat.

“If you look in your bag, you’ll see my Invisibility Cloak and a piece of parchment with two words on it. The first word is to get into the Gryffindor Tower. The second is to get into my room on the third floor.”

Draco almost choked on his juice when Harry said ‘Invisibility Cloak’, but quickly recovered himself. Draco picked up his bag from under his chair and looked inside. Sure enough, a cloak was in it, along with a scrap of parchment.

“Alright, Potter. I’ll be there. Make sure Weasley isn’t…any of them, for that matter. Or the Mud…ggle-born.” Draco almost committed a crime in the third degree by Harry’s book; calling Granger a Mudblood. That was close.

“Nice save, Malfoy. Now, I’ve got plans at four o’clock, so we‘ll have four hours to talk about…things.”

“About Quidditch, Potter.” Draco said, starting to eat. “Do you want me to lose…on purpose, when season starts?” Draco asked sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

“Malfoy, if I want you to lose, I’ll make you. Don’t worry about that. I’ll explain later in my room.”

Harry got up and left the Great Hall with Ginny. Draco grabbed Goyle’s arm and looked at his watch. It was almost 10:30 am. What was our Slytherin Prince supposed to do for an hour and a half?

Draco looked to his right, and saw Pansy. He smiled. Draco knew exactly what to do before his meeting with Harry.

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When Draco made his way to Gryffindor Tower - under the Invisibility Cloak - he was thinking. ‘Could this be some kind of trap? Why do we have to meet in Gryffindor territory, of all places?’ At least Draco had his wand. ‘Won’t come in much use if Harry decides to kill me when I walk through the door, does it?’

Draco muttered “Owlery” to the front entrance to Gryffindor Tower. He stepped inside, and made his way up to Harry’s room. “Hinky-Puff.” Draco whispered, and when he walked inside, he saw the most unbelievable things.

Harry was sitting on his bed, drinking what was probably Pumpkin Juice. On the other end of his bed, four separate rolls of parchment and four different quills were doing what seemed to be Harry’s homework. Harry had his potions book on his lap, and placed a hand in the front cover, and closed his eyes.

Draco saw a stream of gold light appear to leave the book and be absorbed into Harry’s hand. It looked as if Harry was draining the book of its knowledge. Draco pulled of the Invisibility Cloak, and exchanged glances with Harry.

“We’ll, you aren’t late. Thanks for showing yourself, but I knew you were there.”

“What’s all this?” Draco asked dumbly, and pointed to the parchment and quills. “How do you do that? What are they doing?” he paused for a moment. “How did you know I was there?”

“As of right now, you know four of my powers in detail. There are fourteen of them now, by the way.” Harry said, completely ignoring Draco’s questions. “Please sit down, Malfoy. You are making me nervous.” Harry raised his hand and pointed his finger at a chair by the fire. Immediately, it slid to the edge of Harry’s bed. Draco looked at Harry wide-eyed. “And, I can see invisible people. That’s how I saw you.

“Now, about the quills and parchment,” Harry began, “One of my powers is the ability to possess inanimate objects with my mind. So, they’re take knowledge from my brain, and write my essays and other homework by tapping into my brain for logic and supporting details.”

Draco’s mind was flaring out of control with thoughts. He couldn’t think clearly. Draco was in shock.

“I wasn’t joking when I said I’d end up with more than eight, Malfoy. And now that you know that power, you know five of fourteen.” Harry snapped his fingers, and another roll of parchment and a quill appeared. “Please write and explain my powers for Mr. Malfoy to keep record of.” he told the quill.

“You are letting me keep a list of your powers, Potter? Aren’t you afraid I might show someone?”

“No, Malfoy, I’m not. The paper has been jinxed so that only you can read it. If you show it to anyone besides me or yourself, it will look blank. And if you tell anyone, well, you know I can make things very difficult for you.”

Draco nodded. It seemed Draco couldn’t do anything to Harry anymore.

“Now, as you can see, my Quick Quotes Quill is writing my simpler powers and abilities. I‘ll brief them to you more later.”

Draco looked at the paper. It read:

1. Wand-less magic-Use of spells and/or charms without ones wand present.
2. Mind Reading-Ability to read ones thoughts, memories, fears, and ideas.
3. Parselmouth-Ability to talk to snakes and communicate with other reptiles.
4. Possession-Power to make any thing or one do as one wants.
5. Instant Memorization-Ability to memorize large portions of text and/or graphic.
6. Summoning-Ability to call for and bring a certain object or person to oneself.
7. Spell-less magic-The opportunity to do anything without a specific spell.
8. Patronus Power-Ability to change Patronus shape, and make them last forever.

“Is that what you were doing to your book? Memorizing it?”

“Yeah. I figured that my potions grade could stand to see better days. I haven’t got the best grade in the class you know.” Harry smirked.

“And…you can make someone do what you want? Isn’t that like…the Imperious Curse? That’s illegal.” Draco said, looking over at Harry from the parchment.

“My power is much stronger than the Imperious Curse, and since know one knows about it but you, it’s not illegal.” Harry said calmly.

“Why are you so calm like that? Are you alright?” Draco asked, trying not to sound worried.

“I took a calming potion so I won’t lose my temper with you.” Harry said simply and shrugged. “I don’t want to get you before you deserve it. That’s no fun.” He added with a smile.

One of Harry’s quills and parchment finished a homework assignment, and the parchment rolled up. It flew over to Harry’s bag and went in. The quill went to the night stand by Harry’s bed.

“So?” Draco said. “What’s power number nine?”

“Ability number nine is that I’m an Animagus. It’s a power because I can change what animal I transform into; I’m not stuck on one creature all the time, and I can turn into magical creatures.” Harry said as his Quick Quotes Quill wrote it down for Draco.

“Really? What was your first animal?” Draco asked curiously.

Harry smiled. “A Phoenix, naturally.”

“Naturally…right.” Draco repeated. “Can you show me?”

“I suppose.” Harry closed his eyes and felt himself gain feathers, wings and a beak. He stayed as a beautiful red Phoenix for a moment.

Draco could clearly see Harry’s bright green eyes, and the lightning bolt shaped scar was jest part of the feathers on his chest. He was red, but the scar place was gold. Harry was breath taking. When he transferred back, Draco felt a little depressed.

“Alright?” Harry asked, both because Draco looked sad, and he wanted to know if Draco liked the transformation.

Draco nodded. “Were you shocked when you found out about your powers and abilities?”

“Oh, yeah. I almost couldn’t believe it. One of the first things I learned was me being an Animagus. I was sitting outside, and decided it would be nice to go to London for a while. I felt myself changing, like while using Polyjuice Potion or something. When I got up, I noticed feathers and wings. Next time I did it, I was a dog. The next time, I turned into an owl. You can always tell its me. With my green eyes and scar, I’m quite noticeable.”

“How do you know what Polyjuice Potion tastes and feels like, Potter?” Draco asked fairly. He didn’t know about second year when Harry and Ron infiltrated the Slytherin Dungeons to find out if Draco was the Heir of Slytherin.

“I’ll tell you later.” Harry said quickly, waving his hand to signal a change in subject. “What number am I on?”

“Ten.” Draco said shortly. The Quick Quotes Quill started to write the number ‘10’.

“Right. Would you like some Pumpkin Juice?” Draco nodded, and Harry snapped his fingers. A cup filled with an orange liquid float in mid-air. “Now, power number ten, I suppose, is invisibility upon demand. I don’t need my cloak anymore. When ever I want to be invisible,” Harry snapped his fingers, and he vanished, “I do.”

“Wicked!” Draco exclaimed. Harry reappeared and arched an eyebrow at him. “No, really. That is really cool.”

“Er, thanks, Malfoy.” Harry said uncertainly. “Power number eleven is Unlimited Apparation. The ‘unlimited’ part only means that I can Apparate and Disapparate in ‘no Apparating and Disapparating’ zones.”

“No way. You are pulling my leg, now. You can Apparate?” But you aren’t even of age…and Unlimited Apparating, too. Wow.”

Harry shrugged. “I know it’s unlimited because I’ve Apparated and Disapparated here at Hogwarts, and you aren’t supposedly able to do that. And, the Ministry can’t keep track of me. Wither I do magic in front of muggles or not. They can’t trace my magic anymore.”

“Bloody Hell.” Draco exclaimed. “That’s wicked, Harry.”

“You just called me ‘Harry’.” Harry smiled and laughed softly. “Thanks.”

Draco smiled back…actually smiled…and cleared his throat. “What’s power number twelve?” Draco insisted.

“Well, I have the power to control time. To rewind it and stop it, actually. I can’t go forward (unless I went backwards first, of course), because the future hasn’t been written yet. No one’s destiny is wrote out for them, so there technically is no future…if you think about it. It’s all the present and past.”

Draco dropped his cup of juice, and the orange liquid spilled onto Harry’s white carpet. “Oh, shit! Damn, Harry, I’m really sorry.”

Harry just looked at him, smiling to himself. He snapped his fingers again, and the juice removed itself from the carpet, leaving it stain-free. The juice disappeared, and Draco’s cup rose to line up with his nose, and refilled itself.

“Thanks.” Draco whispered. “And I completely understand your logic about the future, too. If you think about it, there really isn’t a future.”

“Right. Power number…thirteen, right? That is me being a Metamorphmagus.”

“Another wicked ability. Are you going to hide your scar now?”

“No, I don’t think I will, actually.” Harry said, scrunching his face up in thought. “I’m going to keep it shown. I’m not ashamed of it anymore. It’s an honor to be someone special, not a burden. I’ll show you I can though.” Harry put the ‘thinking face’ back on, and when he got an idea, he smiled. “Watch this, Draco.”

Draco’s heart leapt into his throat when he heard Harry call him by his first name again. It wasn’t like anyone else calling him ‘Draco’. It was a lot gentler, more caring, more passionate. Draco was starting to feel more for Harry. Feel what, he wasn’t sure, but there was still more of a feeling there. He nodded at Harry’s statement.

Harry snapped his fingers and turned his jet black hair platinum blonde like Draco’s. Harry’s eyes became a cold gray, and his face became more pointy; exactly like Draco’s. It took Draco a few seconds to realize he wasn’t looking at a mirror, but actually looking at Harry.

“Now that…that is amazing. You can turn into anyone?” Harry nodded. “Show me…Granger.” Draco said. Harry shrugged and snapped his fingers. Instantly, he turned into Hermione. When he spoke, he actually sounded like her too. “Awesome. You really don’t have a limit, do you, Harry?”

Harry laughed and Draco laughed with him. He still looked like Hermione, so he snapped his fingers and turned back into himself. Draco noticed there was something missing immediately. He felt a difference, actually. Harry didn’t have a scar.

“Where is your scar, Harry?” Draco asked.

“Hmmm? Oh, sorry. I almost forgot.” Harry blinked and the lightning bolt scar returned to the right side of his forehead.

“You almost…forgot?” Draco said in disbelief. “How can you forget something that important?”

“It’s not really important anymore. Besides the first years and the Slytherins, I’m just Harry anymore. Scar or no scar, I’m just Harry.” he said simply. Draco looked at him and shrugged. “Well, and the Creevey’s.” Harry visibly shuddered.

Draco laughed. “I’ve been meaning to ask you something, Harry. I’ve seen you do magic while just thinking it, so why do you snap your fingers or point your hand?”

“Mostly just so my company knows what I’m doing.” Harry replied reasonably. “I would never do that in a battle, of course, but it is more polite if I do something, and you know it’s coming.” Harry smiled at Draco.

“Well, lets hear the fourteenth ability, then. We’ve only got twenty minutes until you have somewhere to be.”

“Right. My last ability, for now, is transparency. It comes in great use when paired up with the invisibility power, too.”

“So, what? You can walk through walls?”

“Walls, doors, people; almost like a ghost. Except, I can use the invisibility bit, so you can’t see me. That’s the beauty of it all.”

Draco nodded. Harry extended his hand to Draco’s left.

The Quick Quotes Quill and the parchment flew into Harry’s outstretched hand. He gave them both to Draco. “You keep the quill; it’s a lot easier to take notes while you are brewing potion, I swear. I’ll just summon another one. Oh,” Harry said. He ran his fingers over the feather of the quill, and it turned the colors from red and gold to green and silver. “Can’t have you go around with a Gryffindor quill, can we? That would look pretty strange.”

Draco laughed again. “Yeah, I suppose it would. Thanks, Harry. You have certainly made my day.” Harry nodded. “So, tell me now, how you are an expert on Polyjuice Potion?”

Harry sighed. “Before I say anything, just know if you attempt to harm me in anyway, I will stop you.” Draco nodded, and Harry plunged into the story during second year, and taking Crabbe’s and Goyle’s identities to question Draco. When he was done, Draco smirked and shook his head.

“That’s very Slytherin of you, Harry.” he said. That made Harry think of something else he wanted to tell Draco.

“Er, Draco…during first year, the Sorting Hat wanted to put me in Slytherin.”

“The Sorting Hat wanted to put ‘The Chosen One’ in Slytherin? That’s funny. You wouldn’t have lasted. No way.” Draco said playfully.

“Another thing, Draco. I can make my powers shift to help someone else. For example.” Harry said, and raised his hand to Draco’s chest. His robes were replaced with his Quidditch Gear. “See, I can do it for others, too.”

“Now that can be helpful.” Draco laughed and when Harry blinked, he also changed into his Quidditch Gear. “Er, how am I getting out of here? Am I using your cloak again?”

“You haven’t been paying attention, have you? I’ll just make you invisible. I’ll still be able to see you, so you don’t have to worry…what am I going to do with the cloak, though?” Harry wondered aloud. “Well, do you want it, Draco?” Harry asked, looking up at Draco. Draco looked at him for a minute and nodded. Harry snapped and the cloak disappeared. “I moved it to your trunk.”

“Thanks, Harry. So…what are you doing right now? I mean…what is your appointment?” Draco asked nervously, not wanting it to come out the wrong way.

“I’m doing Quidditch Practice to make sure my team is at its full. Plus, I need to see what positions I need to gain before term starts. Want to come?” (A/N: Well, I didn't really mean it THAT way... ::wink wink::)

Draco nodded. Harry snapped and Draco assumed he was invisible. He opened the door, and stepped out. Harry shut the door behind him. They walked down the set of stairs to the Common Room.

Harry stopped long enough to remove Ron’s tongue from Hermione’s throat. Looking around, and only seeing themselves, Harry put a finger to Ron’s chest, instantly changing him to his Quidditch Gear. Hermione gasped; obviously Ron hadn’t told her.

“Sorry, Hermione. Have Ron tell you later when he’s examining your throat again.” Harry said, flashing her a cheeky grin.

Just then, Harry heard Ginny come down the stairs. He turned to where Draco was standing, and thought to him.

“Sorry. I’ll be really quick so we can leave.” Draco nodded.

When Ginny saw Harry, she ran towards him and automatically put her lips to his. Deepening the kiss right away, they stayed joined at the lips for a long moment.

Ron rolled his eyes and cleared his throat. “Can we get a move on, you two love monkeys?”

Ginny broke the kiss with a “Have fun.” smile, and ran back upstairs to get ready for their ‘date’ later on in the Astronomy Tower.

Ron, Harry, and an invisible Draco left the Common Room. When they made it outside, Harry mentally told Draco he was going to move him across the pitch. Draco nodded. When Harry Disapparated Draco to the opposite end, he took the invisibility off him.

Draco said, "Thanks." inside his head, then went to get his broom in the Slytherin changing house.

Harry and Ron made their way to there house for Harry to prepare the lecture.

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A/N: Okay, so here is the next chapter. Why? because I have three people who actually care about me and my emotions enough to review for me. (Okay, so one of my reviewers was, in fact, my beta...bite me!) Want Chapter 4? Read AND REVIEW!!!! I'm not going to post more if I don't think anyone is reading it...that would be a waste... So review, and I'll post more. That's the way it works folks.

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