Verdant
Harry took one last glance at his robes and grinned smugly at his reflection. He'd just them commissioned by a famous wizarding tailor and he couldn't wait for Draco to see them.
As if on cue, he heard the telltale pop of Apparition down the hall and rushed to strike a sexy pose in the doorway. As expected, Draco's gray eyes took him in with slow, calculated precision.
And then he laughed.
"What's so funny?" Harry barked, scowling at his lover for having the entirely wrong reaction.
"You look like a Slytherin," Draco replied, trying and failing to contain his haughty smirk.
"They tailor called them verdant," Harry argued. "I thought you'd like them."
"I do like them," Draco was quick to point out. "But they're green. You know that Weasley will never let you live it down if you show up to the Ministry ball wearing Slytherin green robes."
"Verdant green," Harry corrected.
Draco flicked his wand at Harry's robes and muttered a quick charm before stepping back to admire his work. A thick coat of grass bloomed from every fiber of Harry's robes, making him look like a walking lawn.
Harry glowered at the blond and crossed his arms over his chest, plucking out a small white daisy growing out of his elbow.
"Now they're verdant green," Draco laughed. "But it's still no less likely that you'll get teased."
Author's Note: I am thoroughly amused with myself