《Harry's POV》
Today is Draco's funeral. Instead of giving him the gift of my presence at his funeral, I'm going to give him another.
I grab the knife that I got specially made for this occasion. The handle is red, gold, green, and silver, for obvious reasons. I look at the blade, mocking me, daring me.
I lay on the bed that we first confessed our love to one another. I shove the blade into my chest, right into my heart. My heart, where all this pain is. I feel the life leaving my body and I think of him, my Draco.
As my vision turns black, I think of that day in Potions, how a flower started all of this.
My last thought is "I love you Draco Potter".
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The Flower
FanfictionWhat happens when Harry gives Draco a flower in Potions? What if it happened to be dipped in Amortentia? Obviously, this is Drarry. There is some very mature content. Boy x Boy. Smut. Fluff. Plot twists. Are you ready?
