~OOooOO~

At ten minutes to twelve, Blaise walked down the street in Diagon Alley, making for the restaurant he'd been at yesterday with Ginny and Pansy. Harry was already sitting at a table, looking around him. He tried to make the movements seem offhand and nonchalant, but Blaise could see the nervousness behind them. Why would Harry be nervous?

Harry was nervous. Why did he have to agree to meet Blaise Zabini here, in public? He wasn't even sure he wanted to get back together with Draco, but he let Pansy and Ginny convince him that Blaise was willing to help him. As Pansy had pointed out, if nothing else, it would get him a new wardrobe as his own was sadly lacking. He had never understood the importance the Slytherins placed on clothing, but if that's what it took to make the girls happy, then he would do it. He turned his head and caught sight of Blaise walking toward him and his breath caught; he had forgotten just how handsome the dark Slytherin was. As Blaise walked up to the table, Harry stood.

"Blaise, it's been ages."

"Harry." The two shook hands, Harry's lingering just a moment longer than was appropriate for friends. They sat and perused the drink menu; Harry chose a sweet white wine and Blaise chose Merlot.

"Pansy and Ginny let me know that you might be interested in my particular brand of help. Were they telling the truth?"

"Yes, they were. I'm...hopeless...when it comes to knowing how to snag someone. I've never understood the attraction I have for other people. Pansy seems to think that, if I concentrate on making myself look better, Draco will want me back." He paused for a moment. "I'll be honest with you Blaise, after this one, I'm not sure I want him back."

"Why not? I thought you two were fated to be together."

"Not if he can't keep it in his pants long enough for us to find out. He's not exactly the most faithful of persons." Harry watched as the other man's expression darkened in anger. "Not that he was constantly unfaithful, just when he got bored."

"Let me guess," Blaise sneered, "he got bored frequently."

"Not as often as you would think. Anyway, he chose to mess around with Oliver this time and I'm not sure I can forgive him for that."

"Why would him shagging Oliver Wood make it hard for you to forgive him?"

"Oliver was controlling, very controlling. Draco knows how Oliver treated me and by Draco going out with him, it gives me the impression that he's agreeing with Oliver's behaviour."

Blaise struggled to keep his anger in check. How could anyone treat Harry Potter like that? HIS Harry! Yes, Harry was now his; he would make sure of it. "Hmm...let's see what we can do for you." He sat back and moved his chair slightly so that he could get a better look at Harry. Nice body, long legs, broad shoulders...

"Armani."

"Excuse me?"

"We need to go to Harrods. I am assuming that you are wealthy enough to afford a shopping spree, and that you have the Gringotts card."

Harry chuckled slightly. "Yes to both. With the Potter and Black fortunes, I think I've got it covered." He cocked his head slightly and looked at Blaise. "You know, I think I've just figured out why I never let Draco take me shopping."

"Why is that?"

"He insisted that he pay for everything, like I didn't have the money and couldn't afford new clothing. It's one thing to know you don't have the funds available, but it's something else to be told that you don't and aren't allowed to prove that you do."

"He wouldn't let you pay for anything?"

"No, he thought that the Potter family was much like the Weasleys used to be. Hell, the Potter vaults are extensive, I've got enough in just those to live like a Malfoy for the rest of my life and never have to work. Then, there are the Black vaults that I inherited when Sirius died."

Blaise began to grin; it didn't take very long before it morphed into a large smile. "Harry, we really need to go shopping. Even if you decide you don't want Draco back, you could always do with some new clothes, ones that make the most of your body. I suggested Harrods because it's Saturday and Draco usually goes shopping at Harrods on Saturday afternoons."

"Well, then, let's eat lunch and then you can take me shopping. I trust your taste; you always look as if you just stepped out of a fashion magazine."

"Good...now, one other thing...if you really want to try to make Draco jealous, we're going to have to do some touching."

"Touching? You mean holding hands and the like?"

"That, arms around each other's waists, snogging...you know, the general relationship stuff." He held his breath, waiting for Harry to shoot down the suggestion.

Harry felt his body react to the thought of snogging Blaise. Yes, he could see that happening. "Alright, just no public groping."

Blaise smiled again. "I promise, no public grope sessions, not unless you start them." He heard Harry's breath hitch and smirked inwardly. Oh yes, Draco was not getting Harry back and Blaise was going to have the time of his life making sure of it.

~OOooOO~

After eating, the two men took a muggle taxi to Harrods. Blaise certainly knew his way around the huge store; he was able to dodge salespeople trying to spray them with cologne and the occasional salesperson attempting to sell them something they didn't want or need. He walked directly to the men's tailoring section, where he stood and looked around like he owned the place. At least three assistants headed toward them, two veering off when a middle aged assistant reached them first, appearing in front of them as if by...magic. Harry raised one brow slightly.

"Ah, Mr. Zabini! It's a pleasure to serve you again. How may I assist you today?" The man's obsequiousness grated on Harry's nerves, but he supposed he'd best put up with it; after all, if this was the man who dressed Blaise, Harry definitely needed his help.

"William, my friend, Harry Potter, needs some assistance with at least one new suit." Harry didn't miss how the man's eyes widened when Blaise dropped his name into the conversation, nor did he miss the subtle emphasis Blaise had given the word 'friend'.

The man turned to Harry, almost salivating at being able to say that he was the one who had assisted The Boy Who Lived with his new wardrobe. "Of course, if you gentlemen will follow me, I will be happy to get you set up. Are there any particular designers that you wish to patronize, Mr. Potter?"

Harry looked at Blaise, who answered the question for him. "Turnbull & Asser and Armani."

"Excellent choices Mr. Potter. If you will give me a moment, I need to make certain that a room is free." Harry and Blaise sat in two chairs that William indicated as he went to secure a room for them.

Blaise leaned in to speak into Harry's ear. "If Draco's here, I've just assured that he knows you're here and with me."

"I thought it was interesting how wide his eyes got when you mentioned my name and again when he registered the meaning of the word 'friend'. I'm assuming he's a wizard."

"Yes, and he's the best Harrods has to offer." Blaise leaned in a little closer, enjoying the slightly musky scent that Harry wore. His attention was diverted by movement off to his left. "Don't look, but Draco and Oliver have just seen us."

Harry nodded his head, but didn't turn. He did, however, surprise Blaise by picking up his hand and pressing a kiss to the palm before moving said hand to Harry's thigh. Sneaking a look in Draco's direction, Blaise saw that Oliver had an arm around Draco's shoulders and one hand on his chest, as if holding him in place.

"Nicely done, Harry. As he doesn't know that we're aware of his presence, that move was perfect. Are you sure you haven't done this before?"

Harry laughed. "Yes, I'm sure." He began moving a finger in small circles on the back of Blaise's hand, feeling it tense on his thigh. Harry was now positive he didn't want Draco back, but he wanted to be sure that Blaise wanted him before saying anything more. "I saw you do that once to Theo Nott, when we were in school. I thought it might work well in this situation, don't you think?"

Blaise had to clear his throat before he could answer Harry. "I don't remember doing that, so I'll take your word for it." Blaise looked up as William came to a halt in front of them.

"Mr. Potter...Mr. Zabini, if you would be so kind as to follow me, I will show you to a room and we may begin." He led them to the room next to Draco's, and then left to get his tape measure. Harry was sure that this was done on purpose. The walls were fairly thin, so they were able to hear some of the argument going on in the next room.

"-broke up with him!"

"Yes...Zabini...not worthy of him!" Blaise didn't know if this meant that he wasn't worthy of Harry or that Harry wasn't worthy of him. Either way, the knowledge that Draco felt that way didn't sit well.

Harry could feel the tension rolling off of Blaise and laid a calming hand on his arm. Moving them closer to the shared wall, he spoke loudly enough for it to be heard. "Not here, Love. We'll take care of that later." The laughter in Blaise's eyes was worth the use of ambiguous words.

William returned with a tape measure and asked Harry to strip to his pants and socks, so that he could get accurate measurements for the suits. Blaise had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from gasping when Harry shucked his trousers. The man was definitely hiding things under his ill-fitting clothing. His chest and abdomen were well defined and had only a light dusting of body hair, leading down into the waist of his tight fitting boxer briefs. He crossed his right leg over his left, so that his reaction to Harry's almost nude body wasn't visible.

The tape measure took off at lightning speed, wrapping itself around Harry, pausing only to allow William to read the measurements and record them. As soon as the measurements were taken, the tape measure returned to William and slid itself into a pocket.

"What colours do you think would suit, Mr. Potter?"

Harry again looked at Blaise who looked at him, considering the options. "Two black suits, one dark grey and one dark grey with pinstripes." William nodded and left the room. Left alone, they could now hear more of the conversation going on in the next room. Draco's voice had risen, as had Oliver's.

"Bloody Hell Draco! Do you want to be with Harry or not? You said that you were through with him, that he wasn't exciting enough for you. Was that a lie?"

"No, it wasn't! Harry is boring! He doesn't like to go anywhere or do anything, he just wants to sit on the sofa and cuddle. I'm not the cuddly type!"

"You've got that right, Malfoy." The words were said under Harry's breath, but Blaise heard them clearly. So Harry likes to cuddle, hmm? The door opened again and William stepped in, closing the door swiftly behind him, so that no one could see in. He held several suits and, one by one, Harry tried them on. He preferred the Turnbull & Asser suits, they fit better and he liked the materials. He chose the black and both grey suits. William took the suits so that his personal assistant could alter them properly. Harry pulled his clothing back on and stood next to the wall again.

"So, where do we go for shirts to go with the suits? I've never been in Harrods before." His smile let Blaise know that he was doing this for the benefit of the two next door.

"The level below us. We'll also get shoes and ties there. If you want casual wear, there are areas on both this floor and the one below."

"Let's look at the shirts and ties; I want to complete the suits first." Harry was almost laughing as he heard the frantic sounds of someone trying to dress in a hurry. "Let's go."

They left the room, meeting William, who assured them that all four suits would be ready by the time they left that day. Blaise nodded and steered Harry toward the escalator to the lower floor after seeing Draco and Oliver leaving their room, followed by a blustering assistant who kept telling them that they weren't quite done yet.

This set the tone for the remainder of their shopping trip. Wherever they went, Draco and Oliver would follow, even up to the fourth floor toy department, where they went so Harry could get a toy or two for Teddy. Both Blaise and Harry were hard pressed not to laugh when they saw the look on Draco's face when he realized where they were. Draco had no need to be on that floor, so he and Oliver immediately took the escalator back down one floor to wait for them to come back down. They needed to go back to the tailoring department, to pick up Harry's suits and the rest of the clothing they'd had sent there, but decided to use the lifts, so that they could bypass Draco. They were just getting into a taxi when Draco came through the Brompton Road exit, alone.

Draco stood at the curb, hands on his hips, as he watched the taxi drive away. Oliver came out, huffing with exertion, as he carried all the bags. "Fuck, Draco! Look, I'm not in this to make Harry jealous, he doesn't do jealousy!"

Draco turned to look at him. "What do you mean by that?"

"Once Harry makes up his mind, he doesn't change it. If he thinks you're with me, then he won't touch you again until we're not together. Do you want to end things?"

Draco shook his head. "No. You are, by far, much more exciting to be around." He wrapped his arms around Oliver's neck and brought their lips together for a kiss. "I chose you and that's how it's staying." For now, thought Draco, at least until I can get Harry back!