Chapter 6 Draco, Sir
During Potions Class everything was pretty much the same as usual, except that Harry was still wearing the yellow rose behind his ear. He'd had Hermione put a statious-charm on it so that it wouldn't wilt, or die, and spells to keep it in place even if someone tried to dislodge it, and to protect it from the potion's fumes.
"Mr. Potter," Snape snapped out when he strode in, doing a double take despite himself. "Why on earth are you wearing a flower in your hair? Do you not think that you receive enough attention already?"
Harry blushed, color once more flooding his still pale cheeks, but he didn't lower his eyes as he answered him.
"It's not that at all, sir," he explained politely. After all this man was Draco's godfather. He needed to try for his sake. "I do not want anymore attention, but, it's a Courting gift, sir."
"A likely tale. Who would be insane enough to court you?"
"Draco, sir."
"What?" Snape asked flatly, his eyes going to his watching godson then back to Harry's still red face.
"Draco is Courting me, sir. He put the flower in my hair after lunchtime today. He said that I looked nice. I did not wish to insult him by removing it."
Snape turned to face Malfoy, his expression softening a fraction. "Is this true, Mister Malfoy?" he asked, his voice lower then when he had been speaking to Harry.
"Well, sir," Draco answered calmly. "What I actually said was that the flower made him look beautiful. But, yes, I am Courting him."
"Very well, the flower may stay where it is, but I wish to speak to you both after class is over. Now, open your books and start preparing your ingredients. You may all have a little extra time because of this… distraction, but not much."