La Pietra

12

The morning went on and more people were awake. Harry was still in the common room. He was still looking at the fire. He was still thinking.

Now, though, instead of thinking about his life at the Dursleys, he was thinking about flowers.

There were so many different types, they were beautiful. His favorite was a rose, they were beautiful. They smelled nice too. Harry wanted a flower garden completely made up of roses when he grew older. He was going to have every find of rose there was. It was going to be magnificent.

Suddenly, a hand was on Harry's shoulder and he looked up. Draco stood about him, smiling softly.

"Good morning Harry" he said
"Hello Draco. How are you?" Harry asked
"I'm quite well, I had a very nice sleep last night."
"That's great. Are you ready to go to the Great Hall?" Harry asked
"Yes, come on. I'm starving." Draco laughed

Harry laughed with him and stood from his seat.

He was still short, very short. He barely grew over the summer while Draco grew a mile taller. Harry sighed and shook his head.

"What is it?" Draco asked, confused
"You're so tall, and I'm so short. Why can't I be tall?" Harry whined with a blush on his face.
"Come here" Draco laughed

Harry walked towards him and suddenly he was in the air. He squealed and wiggled around.

"Stop Harry, I don't want to drop you!" Draco exclaimed

Draco put Harry in his hip and walked to the Great Hall for food. He really was hungry, and couldn't wait for food.

"Put me down Draco! I'm too old for this! I'm not a baby! I can walk!" Harry yelled with a bright red blush on his face.
"Well you were whining about being short, so now you're taller than me,"Draco said "plus, you being short is adorable. So cute"

Harry blushed harder. He was not cute. He was ugly, a disgrace. Someone like him shouldn't be in the arms of such an attractive person like Draco. Someone like Draco shouldn't even be talking to someone like Harry, it just wasn't meant to be.