Author's Note: Holy Shit. I know. I'm back. And I promise it won't be like the last time I was "back", where I wrote one chapter, revised a few others and then disappeared for another 2 years or so. Anyway, now that we've established that I'm garbage that's trying to be better, I would like to make the disclaimer that I still own none of the characters. Most still belong to Queen Rowling and Ron and Hermione's twins were made up by my friend AJGranger13.
Now, Onto Chapter TWO!
Draco and Harry leave their apartment to head to the café a little after 2:00. The shower had taken slightly longer than anticipated, not that either of them were going to complain.
The sun was shining, but the wind still had a bit of a bite to it. Harry was wearing one of his old canvas jackets. It had definitely seen better days, but it was really comfortable and was still in pretty good shape, all things considered. That's what he had to tell Draco every time that he wore it.
"We really could stop somewhere and get you a new jacket, Harry… We're going in town anyway." Draco tried not to be so picky about how Harry dressed. He had made significant progress on that front since they started dating. In the first few months of their relationship, Harry had seriously wondered if he would come back to find all of his clothes on fire just so he would have no choice but to get new ones. Thankfully, that had never happened. Draco had gentler ways of getting Harry to do what he wanted now, rather than just forcing his will on Harry and his wardrobe.
"Come on, Draco. It really isn't that bad." Harry said with a shrug and a soft smile.
"Your key to the apartment is sticking through the hole in your pocket."
Harry looked and discovered that the blonde was right. He drew out the keys and put them in his other pocket. "Okay, so there are a few holes. I'll just patch them up."
"No you won't. You always say you will but then you never do. So why not just get a new jacket? Maybe one with a slightly better shape and fit?"
Draco was always dressed well. None of his clothes had holes that were not intended to be there, and even the clothes with intended holes were scarce. His clothes always hung just right on him. Even at that moment, he looked like he could have stepped off the cover of Witch Weekly. He hadn't even really been trying. He wore a nice pair of jeans, a black long sleeved shirt, a pair of black sneakers and a black, military style jacket. Yet he looked stunning, despite the simplicity of everything.
Harry gave a sort of frustrated sigh and shrug. "Well, not all of us look like models and can look good in literally anything…"
"Harry, I'm not saying you have to change your entire style or wear the exact same things as me. I'm just saying, maybe you should get things that are actually fitted to you. All of your clothes are far too big on you."
"Well, that's-"
"All you're used to. I know. But that doesn't have to stay the case for the rest of your life." He stops walking and squares himself to Harry, looking him in the eyes. "We both have stable jobs. We can cover our necessary expenses and, even planning and preparing for the wedding, we do have some extra funds. I want you to use some of them to treat yourself better. You focus too much on spoiling others." He smiles. "And don't get me wrong, I do love you treating me like a prince. But I don't like that you still see yourself as a pauper."
Harry sighs lightly and nods. He really does have a hard time figuring out how to deal with himself. For the longest time, he had nothing but the scraps his aunt and uncle would give to him. He felt like a beggar in a place he should have been able to see as his home. Hogwarts was significantly better, but even then he felt like no one really saw him. They heard the name and had already painted a picture in their heads of what his life was like. Being the "Chosen One" had brought a different level of apathy from others into his life. He knows that Draco is right, though. He needs to think better of himself and look beyond everything he had known before to what he truly wants now.
"Did you have any stores in mind to shop at?"
Draco beams at his fiancé. "Really? You mean it?"
Harry nods. "Yeah. I mean it."
Draco kisses him on the cheek. "Great! And yes, I have a few places in mind. But first, lunch."
They get back on their way, clasping each other's hands. Harry can't help but smile. He may not be entirely thrilled with the idea of Draco overhauling his wardrobe, but he'd go through anything to see the blonde smile the way he is now. And besides, they're only clothes. How long could buying new clothes really take?
(Note: I know it was kind of short. I'm sorry. I'm a little rusty at this, though, so I thought it might be a good idea to just sort of ease back into it. Let me know what you thought or how much you hate me for being gone so long with a review. Hahaha)
((Seriously, though, I am super sorry for being gone for so long. I'm trash))
