Title: Potions Ingredients and a Flower

Characters: Harry/Draco

Rating: G

Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling and publishers. No offense is meant by this fan fiction and this is made purely for fun.

Summary: Harry goes potion collecting with Draco but gets distracted.

Day: Sept 20

"We take our friends with us wherever we go

-And say to ourselves: "They would love this""

-Pam Brown, B. 1928

"You've stopped five times now since we've gotten here. You have your trowel, you've got your shears, no, none of the ingredients are sentient and I would think that you don't need to piss quite so soon," Draco said exasperatedly. "So what in Salazaar's tarnished name are you stopping for this time?"

"I feel like I've seen that plant somewhere before..." Harry mumbled, as he stared. He had agreed to help Draco collect potions ingredients after he had thrown a drunken fit in the blonde's lab a week prior; he had been upset that the man was taking so bloody long to tell him whether or not he would accept Harry's invitation to move in with him.

"Seen what plant be- Merlin's shaggy beard, that's... It's exquisite," Draco whispered in awe.

"Right, but what is it?" Harry asked.

"What... What is it?" Draco repeated, looking at Harry as if it was some sort of blasphemy not to know. "I thought you recognized it?"

"I said I've seen it somewhere before," he sighed, "not that I recognise it."

Draco shook his head in disappointment before launching into a brief lecture. "It's a species of Impatiens Psittacina, or in layman's term the Parrot Balsam. And I'm sure I don't need to explain why they call it that since you can see for yourself."

He could see why it was called that. It looked very much like a parrot. That was when Harry remembered why it looked familiar. Neville had been talking about it endlessly one day and had shown Harry various pictures. Those pictures showed a red, pink and white flower that arched and spread into the form of the bird though. Not the blue, blue-green and white plant he was looking at.

Draco stepped closer to the plant and looked at it with awe filled eyes. Harry followed and upon closer inspection saw a tinge of ochre on the blossom. "Why is it this colour? Isn't it supposed to be red?"

"The non-magical species, yes," Draco said distractedly. "This however isn't the one you're thinking of, which is why we managed to stumble across it in Europe of all places. They aren't used in potion making though, too rare. There are other colours too, but these happen to be the hardest ones to grow. The Muggles spotted it once and have been having difficulty breeding it what with their lack of magic, and even then the plant is... resistant."

"Neville would love to see this..." he said. Harry spent some time staring at the plant as best he could and taking in all the things he thought Neville might be interested in seeing. "Could you spare me phial? I want to give him the memory, in case I can't find it again."

"I'll give Longbottom my observation. You're just looking at it at random," Draco offered. "You haven't given the slightest bit of attention to things like the ecosystem around it."

Harry grinned, "Thanks."

"Yes, but, one condition," the blonde said.

"Can't you ever just do something nice for my friends for the sake of being nice?" he asked.

"No," Draco smirked. "Instead of my moving in with you, how about you move in with me?"

He stared at the blonde in shock before he responded. "Why don't you want to move in with me?"

"Because Grimmauld is dreadful and I need more lab space than any of those rooms will provide. I've been researching it and those rooms will take far too much effort and time to install Wizard space."

"Wh- Yes," Harry stammered happily. He slid his arms around the blonde. "Yes, I'll move in with you."

"Good," Draco smiled. He kissed Harry sweetly before opening a phial and putting the memory inside. "Now, back to collecting ingredients, Harry. And you're doing most of it."