Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me. The whole series belongs to J.K. Rowling. No matter how much I wanted it to be mine—Drarry would have happened, not just hints!

A/N: I have no idea what I was doing when I thought of the title.

Green and Silver
by Dracofides

Sunlight shone through the crevice in the green curtains. It was evidently morning, and it was a wonderful day. Two figures were still sleeping in on this joyous day—Shame really, but they were positively adorable snuggled up together. The couple was an image of innocence, but the two were clearly not too innocent with their previous night's heated activity.

The two individuals were polar opposites. The paler of the two was the older and obviously the taller one. His hair was platinum blond and not a single strand was out of place, even in his sleep. His alabaster skin was smooth and properly cared, but you can spot hints of dark bruises somewhere along his neck. His counterpart was a different matter. He was tan, which put lots of contrast between them. His hair was a dark raven color, and it disheveled rightly in the I-just-got-shagged kind of look (which might have been true).

The dark lashes of the latter fluttered, and it revealed the most beautiful emerald eyes one has ever seen.

The dark haired boy yawned and stretched out his hands to search for the hideous round glasses that covered his mesmerizing eyes. Nevertheless, without it, it would not be his signature look. The green-eyed beauty blinked the sleep away and, reaching for his wand, casted the Tempus charm. He looked startled when he glanced at the time indicated and double-checked it again. Figuring out he was late for a very important class, he cursed out and stood up. He grabbed random clothes he saw beneath him in a pile and began to dress with it.

Feeling the loss of warmth, the blond woke up from his pleasurable dream. His silver-blue eyes stared at his partner who was rushing in dressing up. He understood right away the reason why the boy was rushing and began to make his way to the direction of the bathroom. After a few minutes, he went back to the bedroom, wearing a new clean set of green and silver uniform. He gazed at his lover and his countenance changed to a surprised look.

The younger boy was done with his dressing and walked near his lover to place a soft kiss in his lips, oblivious to the inner turmoil of his sweetheart. The other boy kissed back reluctantly, still shock with what he had seen. Before the blond Adonis could hold his dearest to a stop, the raven haired boy started to run out of the room, but before that, he had bid his beloved a "See you in class, Draco."

His boyfriend chased him to the door."Wait, Harry!" but he had already gone far out of the common room. The Slytherin breathed out a sigh and continued to pursue after his boyfriend.

…

Harry ran as fast as he could. He has Double Potions that day, and he did not want to lose his House more points by being any second later. He was getting nearer to the door when suddenly someone behind crashed into him, and they both fell in front of the Potions classroom.

"—the potion turns yellow, allow it to simmer—Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy!" A voice snarled at the two boys on the floor.

Harry moaned in pain after hitting the cold hard floor, and Draco immediately stood up from above him and lent a hand. When Harry got up, the two boys paused to look each other in the eye, a blush decorating their cheeks. Gasps uttered throughout the room, and Professor Snape sneered at the proximity between the two.

The Potions Master advanced towards the couple and pulled them apart.

He turned to look at Draco. "Enough with the flirting! Go back to your seat, Mr. Malfoy"

Draco shook his head. "But, sir! I wasn't flirting with Potty—"

"Sit down," Professor Snape commanded firmly.

Draco nodded and went back to his place beside Nott.

The greasy-haired teacher scrutinized Harry, and the Gryffindor glared at him defiantly. Professor Snape smirked at him, making Harry twitch in annoyance. He was about to speak up to make the Potions Master stop staring at him when the Professor spoke.

"Pray tell, Potter, why are you wearing a Slytherin uniform?"

The way he said the name of the House sent a shiver through Harry's spine, and he froze. Wha—Slytherin? Harry thought and looked at his attire. His blood turned cold.

He was wearing his Slytherin boyfriend's uniform. The robes were too big for him since his boyfriend was a few inches taller. The green-stripped v-neck jumper fitted him quite well, albeit a bit oversized, but it was quite comfortable. The green tie tied loosely as he always had it that way. The color brought out his eyes. The waist area of the slacks was awkward but did not slip off him.

There was a groan coming from the room, easily recognized as Ron's voice, and then the dungeon classroom filled with laughter from the Slytherins and sounds of protest from the rival House. Harry blushed and clutched at his, no, Draco's larger robes tighter around himself and glanced at the Potions Master.

His throat became dry, so he swallowed and wet his lips and spoke out, "M-may I go change to my proper uniform, sir?" He spat out the addressing word, but his face was pleading to his teacher, but the man shook his head.

"Never mind that. No more time." His voice laced with glee and those dark eyes silently laughed at him, furthering Harry's mortification. "Sit down, Potter."

Harry sighed and sat beside his redhead friend. His best friend stared at him with narrowed eyes and expected answers. The dark haired Gryffindor gestured that he was not in the mood to talk right now, and Ron bowed his head in understanding.

"Oh, thirty points from Gryffindor for being late and wearing the wrong colours, Potter."

Nobody complained at all.

Except Ronald Weasley, which made Gryffindor lose another five points.

…

Harry had gone through another period of hell. Thank Merlin that Professor McGonagall did not comment on what he was wearing. She only sent a knowing look at him. The class ended sooner than it started. Harry was going to rush out when Parkinson decided to speak up.

"Well, Potter, it will take you a lot more than simply be dressed in what we wear to be a Slytherin. Hmm?" Parkinson taunted him.

Harry ignored the smirks and laughter that came from the Slytherins. He left the classroom with his two best friends, and though Ron was seething, they do nothing to argue back. Ron and Hermione did not know what to say to Harry. The Slytherins were still following the Golden Trio, sending teasing remarks about Harry's lack of "Gryffindor-ness." Harry looked at Draco and the Slytherin was snickering along with the crowd. Harry sighed.

Harry did not want to satisfy the Slytherins by showing himself weak with the rumors. He held his head high, wearing these atrocious colors, no matter how much reaction it gave to the other students.

"He was accused of being the Slytherin Heir, eh?"

"The Dark Lord may have possessed him this morning!"

Laughter ensued. Harry rolled his eyes.

On the way to the Great Hall for lunch, they stopped in front of the door. Hermione pushed past it and directed herself to her seat, and Ron rushed beside her to dig into his food. Harry went to follow them, but he was halted when a hand grabbed his shoulder.

Harry noticed the person who grabbed him was Nott and it were the two stupid goons of Draco who dragged him to the Slytherin table. Harry protested and struggled against their grasps, but the brute strengths of the Slytherins were too strong for him.

"H-hey! Let me go!"

The two boys seated him beside Draco who was very quiet about the situation. Hungry eyes looked at him throughout the Slytherin table as if they were going to devour him any minute. Harry wanted to stand up, but Crabbe and Goyle were right behind him, not giving him an opportunity to escape.

"OI! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Ron proceeded to the Slytherin table, finally taking his attention away from his food, and came to help Harry. Harry gave him a look that said 'HELP!'

Parkinson gave a cat smile at the redhead. "Since Potter's in our colors, we had thought he wanted to be like us, so we granted him a favor."

"I DO NOT." Harry was furious. If he had wanted to be like them, then he should have agreed to the Hat convincing him of its so-called "greatness" in his first year.

"Then why are you wearing that?"

The Gryffindor clad in Slytherin could feel a blush attempting to raise his cheeks. "Be-because—um, that's not any of your business." He crossed his arms, not knowing what to do in his situation or how to explain his state of dress.

The pugged-face girl huffed. "It is our business since it's a Slytherin uniform you are currently wearing."

Harry could see the ends of Draco's mouth turning a bit up, itching for a smirk to take place, and Harry's face turned as red as his friend's hair.

"Even though!"

Zabini stood up and stretched the collar of Harry's robe. "Maybe we can take a look at the family crest and find out who owns it."

"Hey!"

Zabini ignored Harry and peered in.

Draco's eyes flashed. He did not want anyone to know yet until Harry gives his consent. He was about to tell them to cease their ridiculous behavior when suddenly a piercing shriek was heard from Parkinson.

There on the back of the collar displayed a perfectly sewed elegant crest. There was a complicated shield in the middle, colored black and green, the interior of it with a complex font of the letter M decorated proudly for most to see. Arrows crisscrossed the main design, and a vertical arrow purged through the middle at the back of the shield. Two black dragon held on to it, one at each side. Twin Snakes intertwined on the peak of the middle arrow. Written below it were the word Sanctimonia Vincent Semper. Everyone can easily recognize it as belonging to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Malfoy.

Silence overtook the Great Hall, but it soon exploded in mixed reactions coming from the students of each House and, as well as, the teachers. Severus Snape's face looked the most mortified, and Harry would have laughed if he were not in this situation. Professor Dumbledore was smiling at them widely.

"MALFOY? Mate, it was MALFOY you went with last night?" Ron cried out to his friend, looking back and forth between the Boy-Who-Lived and his Slytherin boyfriend. Hermione, in the midst of this crisis, was sitting where she originally sat, smiling as if she had known from the start.

"Umm," Harry felt a headache coming. "Yes?"

Draco sighed and grabbed Harry, kissing him full in the lips right in front of everyone in the Hall. They have not discussed how they are going to come out to the whole school. They reckoned to admit it to their friends first; but seeing as they have no choice but to confess it now, they might as well be proud of it. Malfoy's parents already knew about it, and so did Harry's godparents; they have consent. There was nothing holding them back. Now that the opportunity had come, they took it.

The kissing would have turned to a make out session, but a voice cleared to interrupt their snogging.

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, go back to your respective House table."

Why Dumbledore decided to help now? No one knows; but the two Gryffindors followed the order, but not before Harry glanced at his Slytherin and smiled at him.

Draco smirked. Harry looked smashing in his uniform, but to know that Harry is wearing his and not anyone else's is even better. Green and Silver suited his Harry very much.

A/N: I just wanted to say thank you for reading this. Many thanks to those who've favorite my other story.

Edit: Oh, Merlin, 30+ Faves and 5 Reviews! Thank you so so much. Anyway, a sequel on this has been out for a while now, where Harry forces Draco in his Gryffindor uniform. In case you didn't know and, I don't know, for some reason might want to see? Hahaha! Thanks again, loves! :)