Draco and Harry's Encounter Part 2

Harry sighed impatiently, as he skimmed the Daily Profit headlines, Draco to finish having his robes fitted at Madame Malkins. Ever since Harry had come out and divorced Ginny, he felt free, happy and liberated. After he signed the divorce papers, he began a relationship with a man he knew, a man he loved.

The door of the fitting room swung open as the man who he had just been fantasizing of emerged. There eyes met. Sparks flew. For the first in months Harry felt laughter, mirth and joy. He smiled at the man, no the dashing man he had grown up with. He started to giggle uncontrollably and smiled at the look of surprise showing in Draco's face.

"Hiya babe!"

"Hello Harry honey – what's so funny?"

"You look like Ron at the Yule Ball!"

"Hey, I resent that. I know there's a bit of lace, but that's the fashion nowadays"

"Then why does the label say 'Women's Department' on your robes?"

"WHAT! REALLY? BY MERLIN!"

"Oh Draco" Harry chortled as he gave him an awkward pat on the shoulder, he took this as an opportunity to breath the soft feminine aroma of Draco Lucius Malfoy. It was like a drug to him, all of a sudden thousands of emotions welled up inside of him dying to break free.

"To be honest Draco, you are really channeling Dame Edna Everage there-"

Draco quickly looked away, his eyes spilling with tears. But suddenly Harry had visions of the two of them dancing in the Great Hall, as Draco would pirouette and his dress would twirl. At that moment in time Harry didn't want to Draco to change out of his woman's clothes.

Draco used his wand to change his clothes and stormed out of the store into the busy street that was Diagon Ally.

"Wait Draco" shouted Harry yet Draco was already disapparating. Harry bolted from the store and seized Draco's wrist just in time and they twirled into the darkness together, entering the black abyss of desperate emotions before emerging and a dark room with old portraits and wooden staircases at either end. They had arrived at his family's home, Malfoy Manor

Draco knelt at his father's portrait, tears streaming down his face.

"Draco?" a soft voice spoke from behind Draco but he did not turn around.

"I'm so sorry, Draco, I should never have said those words to you. Behind that dress, you are still a man – your father will always be proud of you!"

"No, Harry, I made a fool out of myself, wearing a woman's dress. I overreacted.

"A-actually," Harry stuttered, "I kinda liked it… "

"Yeah?" Draco whispered hopefully

"Yeah!" Harry replied, "you looked… beautiful"

Draco gasped not from surprise but the intense, sweet words Harry had spoken. Harry mistaking his gasp for surprise stood up and put his arms around Draco, to comfort him. The sparks flew again. Draco turned around to face him and Harry's hands moved slowly down Draco's back. Draco inched closer, they were centimetres apart now. Draco kissed Harry like he had never kissed him before. This was different… it felt so special. Harry looked at Draco and felt all their unresolved differences melt away into nothingness.

2 weeks later

Harry and Draco were walking down Diagon Alley. A pink dress in the Madame Malkin's shop window caught Draco's eye, but he quickly looked away. Harry noticed the longing in his eyes and taking his hand, led him into the shop.

"You know babe, I think that pink colour would really work with your skin tone, "Harry suggested

"Yeah?" Draco whispered hopefully

"Yeah!" Harry replied

Harry couldn't wait for the LGBT Ball next weekend, for Draco to dazzle everyone in his new dress.