Fashion Forward Chapter 1

A/N: Well hello fellow HP lovers! Yes, I know. I've got stories like Luminescent Nocturne and When The Darkness Fades to work on and post new chapters for but this plotbunny wouldn't leave me alone so I decided to take a minor detour and write it out to see where it goes. This is my first DracoxHarry RemusxSirius pairing story so please try and be kind. Let me know how I do. No flames though please. Love you all-MoonlitShadow

"REMUS! COME QUICK!" Sirius screeched from the front of the boutique

Remus darted out from the back rooms and hurried over to his lover with a concerned expression.

"What is it Sirius?"

Remus asked as he watched Sirius begin to wave his arms in the air gesturing grandly to one of the enchanted mannequins in the store's window.

"LOOK! LOOK WHAT HE DID!"

He cried as Remus bent around the corner of the store window and looked at what had Sirius so upset.

Remus then rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest looking at his lover with a patient expression.

"So, Drake just is color blind apparently. It's nothing to bloody scream about, Si."

Remus said gently trying to placate the frazzled man.

Sirius's mouth dropped open with an incredulous look before he stuck one hand on his hip and pointed one lone finger at his lover with a stern look.

"We didn't bloody raise him to be color blind Remy. I don't remember in any of our fashion lessons him being this bad before."

He said as Remus rolled his eyes yet again just as a 16-year-old Draco came swaggering out of the back rooms with a backpack thrown over one shoulder as he headed for the front door.

"Ah. There's our darling boy now. Drake dear, please tell your papa how you didn't dare mean to put the mannequin in an orange dragon scale jacket with a fluorescent pink shirt."

Draco merely dodged both of his father's as he gave them an exaggerated eye roll.

"I didn't bloody dress the mannequin this time, papa."

He said as he shot his more worry wart father a quick grin before practically barreling out the front door.

"What, no kiss? No hug? And where's your bloody coat? Honestly, you'd think you were raised by wolves."

Sirius cried with his hands on his hips before promptly being smacked by Remus.

"Ow, hey."

Remus moved towards the door to watch their adopted son blend into the early morning crowd of Diagon Alley.

"He bloody was raised by wolves."

He said as he shot Sirius a look.

Sirius scoffed and waved his hand at him dismissively.

"Only one wolf. I am a lovely dog with the finest midnight coat you'll ever see."

Remus chuckled and shook his head before wrapping his arm around Sirius's shoulders and led him back into their boutique.

"More like mangy mutt. But whatever you say, love."

Draco practically skipped through the crowd as he made his way over to his favorite wizard coffee shop.

As he entered the small shop, he waved politely to the young girl manning the counter and took his usual seat in the bay window looking out over the entire street.

Shrugging his backpack off his shoulder, he sifted through its contents until he found the book he was looking for and settled down in his favorite chair to read the day away.

Draco Black-Lupin had once been a Malfoy by birth, but as soon as his parents were murdered when he was three he was quickly adopted by his mother's relative Sirius Black and his quirky lover Remus Lupin.

Life had quickly changed for the young boy as he grew and flourished under his two-father's gentle guidance and care.

Draco smiled fondly as memories of his rather eccentric childhood made their way to the forefront of his mind.

From his earliest memories of watching Sirius dress Remus up in crazy outfits like his own wolf sized doll, to the distinct memory of when his fathers had opened the boutique that now had grown to be the largest, and most popular wizarding boutique in the entire wizarding world.

And his thoughts drifted the conversation that he and his fathers had the other day when they were discussing him returning to school for his sixth year.

Remus had brought up that they now had enough funds to open a second store in their dream location, Paris, France.

Sirius and Draco had been beside themselves with joy when they heard the news.

But that left a bit of a predicament when it came time for Draco to return to school.

Both of his fathers would have to travel to Paris to oversee the makings of the new store leaving Draco alone in London for the first time since they had adopted him.

Draco knew his fathers were concerned about how it would be if they left him alone to go to school and run the shop with a part time employee but he also knew that this was his father's greatest dream.

To open a shop in Paris that was their very own would complete a lifelong dream that both had since they were at Hogwarts themselves and Draco supported their dream with his whole being.

He wanted the greatest happiness for his father's that they could ever have as a thank you for all that they had done for him over the years.

From purchasing a lovely townhouse in downtown London where they grew their family of three to five with the addition of one magical cat and one regular cat that they had adopted from the humane society.

Draco loved spending every minute he could there in their lovely estate.

But most of the year he was away at the great wizarding school, Hogwarts.

It delighted his parents to no end at how well he excelled in his academics and his magic proficiency.

But neither of his fathers knew how different this year would be for all of them.

Not only had Remus and Sirius agreed to allow Draco to run the main boutique with the help of a part time employee for the time that they were away, but Draco thought he'd finally get to be noticed by the boy of his dreams.

Draco had been crushing hard on Ron Weasley ever since he had been sorted into Slytherin in first year.

Remus and Sirius had a bet going about what house he would be sorted into now that he had been raised by both a Slytherin and a Gryffindor.

In the end, his Slytherin genes won out and he was sorted into the exact same house that his papa Sirius had been sorted into many years before.

Remus had grumbled about it for weeks and had to do the dishes without magic for three weeks after Sirius had won their bet.

Draco remembered that memory fondly.

As the young blonde settled back against the plush arm chair that had become his favorite, he reminisced about his life with his quirky fathers and dreamed of the year that would change all of their lives forever.