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Harry woke up slowly. He vaguely remembered leaving Draco's room sometime during the night. He rolled onto his back, trying to think of something to do for the day. He grinned when he saw the clothes that were ten sizes too big for him. Now he knew what to do.
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Harry came out of the shop with a happy look on his face. Instead of Dudley's old clothes, he was now wearing a green shirt that was so dark it was almost black and a pair of ripped jeans. The top few buttons on the top were left undone, the look was much better than the whale ensemble he had on before. Pausing, he eyed another store close bye. With another grin, Harry walked in.
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Draco noticed someone enter Harry's room. That person was not Harry Potter. He stalked over to the doorway and leaned on said piece of wood. "Oi. I think you have the wrong room."
"No. you just have the wrong impression, Draco. Do I really look that different?" The now-brunette turned around and longed against the dresser, giving Draco a perfect view of him.
"Harry?" the Gryffindor now had dark brown hair, with lighter brown streaks through it. He'd gotten his ear pierced with a simple, yet elegant, emerald stud. "Wow."
"There's more." Harry turned around and pulled off his shirt. On his back were a dragon and a Celtic cross. They twisted and twined around his shoulder blades. The dragon was an ice blue. It had stunning silver eyes and seemed to glare at you from Harry's skin. The cross wasn't as big as the dragon but it drew your eyes to it anyway. Some of the knots slipped free to twine around the dragon, in an almost intimate way. Draco couldn't help thinking it was beautiful, for that it was.
"Harry. That's beautiful." Draco breathed.
"That's twice."
"Huh?"
"Such eloquence from such a brought up person. Tut tut." Harry shook his head in mock despair.
"Sod off, Potter. What's twice?" Draco sneered.
"My name, you've called me 'Harry' twice now." Harry stated and pulled on his shirt. He turned to his shopping bags and started putting clothes and accessories away. Draco was impressed for a moment before remembering his own wardrobe. Draco smirked and waved his wand. Immediately all the clothes floated into the wardrobe, folded themselves up and put themselves away. Harry raised an eyebrow. "Thank you."
"Whatever. Why the change?"
"I dunno. The tattoo was just a drawing of mine. Everything else was impulsive shopping. Enough of that. Game of chess? Prepare to get beaten!" Crowed Harry.
Draco snorted. "Fat chance Potter. I've beaten Snape, and he's got enough tactics to be an army general." Harry started to look worried, but set up his pieces anyway. After much complaining on Draco's part, they played with a muggle set, as that was the only one Harry had and Draco didn't have his set anymore. They played until it was dark, with Draco being the eventual winner. Then they talked some more. Eventually Draco fell asleep on Harry's bed. The brunette sighed and covered the blond up. He went to the bathroom and brushed his teeth. He headed back to his room but was stopped by Tom in the hall.
"Hello Mr. Potter. How are you?" he said pleasantly.
"Good, thank you Tom, and yourself?"
"Good, good. How is Draco?" Tom looked at Harry curiously.
"I think I may be able to help him. Maybe he can help me too. I know that when we get back to school that things will be different but a week can do a world of good." Harry said quietly.
Tom smiled. "Good. Well then, goodnight Mr. Potter." He walked off with a mysterious smile.
"Goodnight." The perplexed boy walked back to his room. He notice the blond was still sleeping, although he was curled up in a ball and had a troubled look on his face. Harry changed into a brand new pair off silk pajamas and climbed into bed beside Draco. Putting a protective, and purely platonic, arm around the blond next to him.
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