Ok, so here, you get a little info about Draco's background. Enjoy!
On the morning the first leg of the plan was to take place, Draco was up early, finding himself thinking about his father.
It wasn't that Draco didn't love him. He did, he just didn't care for the things his father did. He barely laid a hand on him, only a few times when his anger was too great, and then he would smack him. That's not what he minded. He hated having restrictions on who he could love, and how he was to do it.
Pureblood. As much as he hated to admit it, Draco hated that term. Yes, he was one, but that doesn't mean he had to act like his family. His mother was worse at it than his father however. To be a perfect pureblood, you had to follow a strict list of criteria. Some of those criteria are,"You must put others down who are not pureblood. You must obey your family at all costs. Arranged marriages are what's best for purebloods to ensure that the blood line continues to be pure. At any time, any same sex romps are not acceptable, unless you are the commanding person of your household and it's only done out of passion, NOT love."
So that was that. To be with Harry, he had to make sure it was out of lust and passion, not love. Draco could never love anyone because of this. To be pure, he must have an arranged marriage, an arranged marriage to a woman that he could never love because he felt nothing for them. He could never love a guy because it was not acceptable because it's not out of passion, but out of lust. Yes, Draco Malfoy was doomed. He knew this. He only hoped, he'd have the courage, to throw off the boundaries of his family, one that he didn't agree with from the beginning and be true to himself, because, being true to yourself is what matters. He had never been a person to conform, and by following the orders of his family, he was doing the very thing he was trying to rebel against.
Draco never understood, how love, especially when it's between two consenting people, could be wrong. However, everywhere he turned, he had someone in his face saying that 'those people are wrong'. Love, in any form, is never wrong. Draco just had to continue telling himself this.
Hermione was already downstairs when Ron and Harry came down that morning. Ginny hid behind a magazine, trying not to let her loud giggles (directed completely at the morning hair of the boys) cause any disruption. Mrs. Weasley smiled brightly,"Morning boys!" She said loudly. Ron grumbled, Harry smiled.
"Morning Mrs. Weasley." He said pouring himself some orange juice. Mr. Weasley came in a few seconds after the morning greetings. He yawned and plopped down at the head of the table.
"Long night Arthur?" Mrs. Wesley asked putting eggs onto Ron and Harry's plates before returning back to the stove to start making more.
Mr. Weasley yawned again,"Yes dear. Some poor muggles got themselves into a bit of trouble with a gang of Wizards from Suffolk. Poor blokes. And you won't believe why the gang attacked the boys either?"
"Why is that dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked without turning around.
"Seems they were a couple. You know how those gangs are, popping up all over the place trying to force their views on everyone else. Seems they wouldn't have harmed them if they hadn't been a couple. This world is a crazy place Molly."
Harry coughed into his orange juice getting a worried look from Mrs. Weasley. Ron smacked him on the back.
She shook her head as she approached the table and placed a few eggs onto his plate,"Seems no one can be themselves anymore without causing problems with those people who believe they are always right."
Her sentence was cut off by the sound of a birds call. Everyone listened closely and Harry noticed the call of a owl. It wasn't Hedwig however, he knew for certain she was upstairs in her cage for the day. The owl, a large black one, entered the house and dropped a package into Harry's lap, made a few laps around the kitchen making a few loud calls and then swooped back out the window just as fast as it had came.
"Harry? Were you expecting anything?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
"N-no. Not a thing. I wonder who this is from." Just as those words left his lips, he noticed Hermione turn quickly to Ginny and begin chatting about an article she just spotted in the magazine left open on the table. Yeah, that's not odd, he thought.
Slowly, he untied the ribbon surrounding the package and began to unwrap the brown paper surrounding it. Once open, Harry saw the most beautiful bouqet of roses he had ever seen, he gasped just as Mrs. Weasley had done the same thing,"Harry! Those are wonderful! Look for a card dear, who sent them?"
Harry looked amongst the roses, finding a card hidden among them, almost as if they didn't want him to find it. He picked it up and read to himself first:
Love is kind, and love is cruel, I just want to be, in love with you
"What does it say dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
"Yeah Harry, what does it say?"
He read the inscription outloud to the entire room first,"Oh how sweet!" Mrs. Weasley said clasping her hands together under her chin. Ron made a face, but pretened to find it sweet. Ron is just Ron, you can't really change him how much you try.
"No name?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
"Nope, not a one. I don't know anyone who would be sending me flowers.
Hermione moved in her seat a bit, a sign of being slightly uncomfortable. Yes, Harry decided she knew something.
The rest of the day, Harry helped out around the house. First, him and Ron went to the garden and gave it a good de-gnoming. A few gnomes wandered back, but they quickly took care of those before they headed to their secluded spot to play a few games of quidditch before Mrs. Weasley began shouting at Ron to weed the garden. "I'm not expecting you to do anything of course Harry. Ron you can be so lazy at times! Harry dear, would you like some lemonade?"
Harry laughed, shook his head,"No thanks, I'll just go help Ron with the garden."
Once there, the first few minutes of weeding was spent in silence. That was, until Ron broke it,"Who do you think sent the flowers?" He asked, stopping with the weeds, and sitting on his heels.
"I'm not really sure." Harry answered stopping only briefly. "I don't understand who would want to send ME, good for nothing, Harry Potter, flowers. As it stands, I am sure I am destined to be alone."
"Don't say that mate." Ron said digging a bit in the soil before stopping again,"You don't think, that maybe, and you know, only just maybe, that it was Malfoy," he paused for a moment, wanting to not upset him,"do you?"
"Please. This is Malfoy we're talking about. The stupid git who lead me on for months before telling me that I meant nothing. I will never mean anything to him or anyone else for that matter."
Ron didn't say anything, he just went back to digging, letting Harry bask in his depression, I'm not good enough state. Deep down though, Harry had a feeling, it was just a tiny one, that maybe Malfoy DID send those flowers. And maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't be alone forever. There might be hope for him yet.