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When morning hit number 12 Grimmuald place, Harry was sprayed with rays of light. He rubbed his eyes and cursed his luck that he slept facing the window. He stretched in bed, relishing in the cracking of his bones.

He realised he was hard, and figured that a little morning treat wouldn't go amiss. He rolled on to his side and grasped his cock firmly; he tugged at it, enjoying the rolls of pleasure that hit him. Oh he hadn't done this in a long time, at twenty years old he knew he was missing out. He didn't want to come so soon, but he knew he wouldn't be able to hold out. He bit into his pillow in attempt to muffle his cries of joy, but a few moans slipped out.

He didn't want to call out the name of his fantasy. Not with said person next door. He imagined Draco was wanking him off, he imagined Draco kissing his neck, his shoulder. God he needed this so much.

Then he came, he bit his lip so hard that it bled. He came long and hard, he withered and twisted in the covers of his bed as long strands of come shot out of his cock.

Once he was calm, and no longer red-faced, Harry climbed out bed. He picked up his wand off his bed and aimed it at the sheets, with a swish and flick the bed was clean and made. He made his way into his en suite, placing his wand on the counter. He needed a shower so bad.


Harry climbed down stairs, dressed and ready for the day, to find Draco pottering around the kitchen.

'Morning,' said Harry cheerily. He laughed as Draco jumped and span round.

'God you scared me.' Said Draco loudly, 'Bloody hell Potter.'

Harry smirked and walked over to Draco, 'What you doing?' He asked.

Draco moved to the side to show Harry the pot of porridge on the stove. He saw Harry grimace from the corner of his eye and tutted.

'Porridge is good for you,' sighed Draco immediately.

'You calling me fat?' Said Harry. Draco flinched, he didn't mean that. But Harry grinned after a second and Draco scowled.

'No, just simply saying that it doesn't help to look after yourself.'

Harry sniffed the pot, he still wasn't convinced.

Draco sighed, 'Fine. I'll add sugar to yours. Hope you're teeth fall out. Now set the table.'

'Yes sir,' muttered Harry turning round.

Five minutes later Harry and Draco were seated at table with glasses of orange juice to accompany them. They ate in silence for a little while before Harry spoke up.

'I've got things to do tomorrow, so is it alright if I leave a list of things for you to do?'

Draco nodded, 'Yeah its fine,' he said with his mouth full of porridge. He quickly swallowed it, and then carried on, 'no worries. Just out curiosity, what's my wage?'

Harry remembered the night before, he spoke of paying large amounts, and he had meant it as well. 'How do two hundred Galleons a week sound?'

Draco spluttered on his mouthful of orange juice, 'two hundred a week?'

'Yeah,' said Harry simply, 'is that not enough. If it isn't I can make it more. What about-'

'No, No.' Said Draco quickly, 'two hundred a week is more than enough.' Draco thought about it, if he saved he could move out within a three months. Scratch that, three weeks if he decided to rent.

'You sure?' Asked Harry, he didn't seem all that convinced.

Draco nodded, 'Yes, oh yes I'm sure. I'd work night and day for what you're giving me.'

Harry grinned and raised an eyebrow; Draco quickly back tracked on what he said. 'I'll need to sleep, so not night, just day. Sorry.'

Harry chuckled, 'I wouldn't expect you to work nights, unless it was really important, and I'd pay you extra for that. You can have Sundays off as well; Saturdays should be fine but just be prepared to work if I need you.'

Draco shrugged, 'That's fine by me.'

After breakfast Draco and Harry both washed and dried up, it gave way for more conversation.

'Curiosity has gotten the better of me Potter, but what do you actually do? I know you do Auror stuff; I've seen your coat hung up. But I'm just that's just nine to five. You always seem busy.'

Harry pursed his lip and gave a small shrug of the shoulders, 'I have the inability to say no, I can't turn people away. So I'm constantly working a bit later than others, swapping shifts, doing interviews, kissing babies on the head for a picture. I'm a walk over.'

Draco frowned, that wasn't good. Harry didn't have to do that, he had already saved the world once, why did he have to do it some more. If anything, the world owed him a favour. People should be waiting on him hand and foot, but apparently that wasn't the case. Draco swore to himself, that he would change that, Harry deserved a break.

Once the washing and drying up was done Harry decided to take Draco shopping.

'You need new clothes!' Said Harry, 'You cannot wear the clothes you're wearing now forever.'

'No,' said Draco loudly. It wasn't that he disagreed with Harry, he knew he was right. It was the fact that it was Sunday, day time. Diagon Alley would be full of people picking up food for Sunday Dinner, or buying last minute things for the next working week.

'Why?' Asked Harry, he didn't seem angry, just confused.

'People,' hissed Draco. Draco still walked in the wizarding world, but in the depths of dark and rain, and he only spoke to those who helped him in some way. He didn't want to walk amongst those whose pain was still new and fresh from the war.

Somewhere, a candle was lit inside Harry's head. He realised what Draco meant. Then he started to laugh. 'Draco you fool, we'll go muggle shops. No one will know you.'

Even though Draco didn't detest muggles anymore, he didn't know what was worse. Muggle clothes or people who hated him?

He chose the wisest option, 'Fine. But you take it out my pay packet.'

'Ok,' sighed Harry. He didn't mean it; he wouldn't take the money from Draco.

Harry and Draco got ready. Harry wore a long blue military style coat and a dark blue scarf. He lent Draco his old rain jacket and hat; it would do till they had been shopping. They set of down the road, being sure to stay wrapped up against the cold.


Half an hour later Draco and Harry were in a shopping centre, they bought the basic stuff first. Underwear. Harry knew they were most needed. They then went on to buy jeans, t-shirts, jumpers and a couple pair of trainers.

It was nearing lunch and Harry wanted to take Draco one more shop before they got something to eat. Harry led the way through the shopping centre; they were soon in the quieter section. There were less people around, all walking the opposite way to Draco and Harry. A few minutes later Harry came to a stop, Draco stood behind him.

They were in front of a leather store; the front of the shop was dark wooden panel. Big black letters over the door read 'Leathery Needs.'

Harry and Draco walked in, instantly they were hit with the smell of dead cow. It was somewhat over powering, and Draco felt as if he was going to be sick. But Harry seemed to be able to stand it, so Draco braced himself.

There was the sound of a bell, and Draco realised that Harry had hit the bell on the counter. A few seconds later a fat hairy man came through from the back. He had a big long beard, tattoos up one arm and several facial piercings. Draco was pretty sure that without the odour of cows filling up his nostrils he would have to be dealing with grease and B.O. He knew to look on the bright side of life.

''Arry,' roared the fat man with a smile on his face, he revealed a row of yellow and black teeth. Which seemed white compared to his red blotchy face, ''Ow you doin'? I don' see you at all these days.'

'Alright Creck,' said Harry. Draco looked at Harry; he seemed so cool and relaxed. He hadn't noticed but Harry had brushed back his hair at some point, it was still messy but it looked a lot neater. There was something kind of 'military' about him, Draco had a fleeting thought of Harry wearing nothing but the coat. He quickly snapped out of it when Creck looked at him.

''Ere,' he said pointing at Draco, 'you be that death eater.'

'Half-blood.' Whispered Harry to Draco.

Draco shook his head, 'Former, I'll have you know. I didn't murder anyone either.'

'Nah, but you were going t', you gunna kill Dumbledore. Good Man, he came and met me he did when I was Elven.' Creck turned to Harry, 'you know me mother weren't around, she wa' the witch.'

'What house were you in?' Asked Draco.

'Ravenclaw,' replied Creck, he puffed out his and sucked in his stomach. A sign of pride. 'I did well in me exams. O's in every single one.'

'Why you working in a leather store then? If you're so smart.'

Creck deflated, he frowned deeply. Draco wasn't sure if it was possible but he seemed to be getting redder by the second. Draco was worried that by the time they left, Creck would either explode or be a tomato.

'Got me sel' into a bit of bother. Which is 'ow I know 'Arry so well. He 'elped me out. Still, if your name is associated with mud, you have to work in it.'

Draco looked at Harry who gave a slight nod. 'True, now you know that favour you owe me?'

Creck nodded, 'What can I do for you?'

'I want a good leather coat, for Draco here. Make it suitable for both winter and summer; I want it long lasting if that's possible.'

Creck frowned slightly, 'Sure I can't make it for you?'

Harry shook his head lightly, 'No thanks. Just Draco here.'

Creck looked like he wanted to refuse; he seemed on the verge of doing so. But he bowed to the stares of Harry's pressure and nodded. 'Fine, le' me measure you up.'

Creck pulled his wand out from underneath the counter and aimed it at Draco; a thin white strip of measuring tape came running out the end. It ran round Draco's stomach, hips, and shoulders and arms several times and then went zooming back into the wand.

Creck wrote down some measurements and then looked Draco up and down, 'I see you in black. It would suit your 'air. Come back in an hour, I have one similar size and I'll fix it up for you.'

'Thank you,' said Harry. Harry walked out the store, Draco behind. Neither of them looked back, if they had they might have seen the anger of Creck.


Ten minutes later, Draco and Harry (Minus shopping, which Harry had sent back home with a flick of his wand) were sat in the eating section of the shopping centre. There weren't many stalls to choose from as some were closed on a Sunday. So Harry and Draco ended up with a few slices of pizza. They sat in silence as they ate, but Draco finally smashed the silence.

'That Creck, how do you know him?'

Harry had just bit into his pizza, he pulled away and a stringy piece of cheese followed him. Harry flicked his tongue out and twisted the cheese round it. The entire time Draco staring in awe. He snapped out of his thoughts of Harry's tongue the moment Harry spoke.

'First case as an Auror. Only three years ago. His brother, another half-blood, had been in Hufflepuff. But the two of them were still close friends. His brother was younger than him; he was also the one that tended to stray of the path of right doings and such. He got involved with a few rouge death-eaters. Creck tried to save him, of course he failed.

As he tried to save him he got caught up in the whole situation, so we assumed he was also a 'bad guy'. We arrested him, but a few weeks later evidence came through, turns out he wasn't involved. His brother had dropped him in it though, told us all sorts of lies.

Creck was a good lad, but his brother ruined him. He's stayed away from the wizarding world ever since out of shame. Despite the fact that he's a good guy. He dislikes Death Eaters for taking his brother. But he's doing ok, he took over his father's business and ever since life is good. Some people say his leather products are like magic.'

Harry sniggered, waggling his fingers as he said magic. Draco knew this was food for thought. Death eaters got involved with both the good and the bad, but Draco wasn't sure who the two were, he hadn't been sure for a long time.

After they ate Draco and Harry wandered round a bit more, Harry took Draco in a DVD store and showed him a TV. There was a kid's show on, but Draco was enchanted by the colours and sound. Harry had a hard time pulling him away. They went into a book store after, and Harry introduced Draco to muggle ideas of magic. They bought a book, 'Harriet Pitter and the Magic Stone.', purely because Draco thought the name was funny.


Soon it was time to collect the new jacket, Harry led the way again. Once inside the shop Draco regretted eating the steak and pepper pizza. Creck greeted Harry again with much enthusiasm, he completely ignored Draco.

He pressed a brown parcel onto the counter and Draco picked it up. 'Thanks,' he said to Creck.

Creck grunted, making Draco wonder if Creck wasn't actually part troll.

'Thanks for this,' said Harry.

'Anything from this shop, as long as I own it, is free for you 'Arry Pot'er.'

Draco and Harry started to walk home; unfortunately they met the first snow fall of the season. They walked home, unable to apparate due to muggle presence. The moment they got home Kreacher clambered into the hallway to meet them all. He had Hot Chocolate ready, along with towels and spare socks.

'You're carrying clothes?' Said Draco as he took of his hat.

'Harry Potter set Kreacher free long ago, Kreacher chose to stay, and Kreacher likes Harry Potter. Harry Potter nice to elves.'

Harry nodded, confirming it was the truth. Draco smiled inside, he knew about Dobby. For a little while he resented Harry for taking Dobby, but Draco had always loved Dobby. He was glad he was free. When he found out Dobby had died he was more upset than he thought was normal.

Draco took of his shoes and socks, and Kreacher set of to wash them. But Harry stopped him.

'Kreacher, chuck them please. We've got new shoes and socks.'

'Yes sir,' said Kreacher as he hobbled off.

Draco and Harry retired to the living room with their mugs of Hot Chocolate. They sat down in front of the roaring fire, it was till light outside and the now falling down made the room seem white.

'Thanks for today,' said Draco, 'Thanks for all the clothes.'

'It's fine, like I said yesterday. You deserve the kindness.' Harry took a sip of his drink then gasped, 'Try on your jacket.' He said.

Draco nodded; he clambered up of the sofa and set his drink of the coffee table. He waltzed into the hallway and located the brown package. It was the one thing (beside the book he had bought) that Harry hadn't sent home, so the paper was wet and slightly torn at the corners.

He picked it up and tore of the paper as he walked back into the living room; he chucked the paper into the waste bin at the side of the sofa and then held up the jacket. There were two layers, the first a thin leather to be worn to brace the outside, the second a thick under layer. Quilted material held in the wool. The second layer would be taken out to brace the warmth when spring came.

'Put it on,' said Harry, he was sat on the edge of the seat with the drink in both hands. Waiting in anticipation as Draco pulled it on.

He zipped up the front, clipped in a few buckles and then straightened the collar. Harry stared in awe, thankfully Draco didn't notice. He couldn't help but let out a little tiny moan as he looked at Draco. He. Was. Fit.

'What do you think?' Asked Draco.

'Wow,' said Harry honestly, 'You'll get the men in that jacket.' He said.

Draco smiled, inside he was frowning. Could I get you in this jacket? He thought, Probably not.


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