"Harry, are you going to eat?" Draco questioned him.
"No," Harry muttered, "I'll just throw it up."
"Ok, that's fine," Draco answered, "You don't have to eat it."
"I know I don't!" Harry snapped at him, his shoulders drooped, "Sorry. Sorry. I'm really tense right now."
"Harry, what happened at your aunt and uncle's?" Draco asked.
Harry's shoulders shot back up to his ears and he hunched defensively. He heard Draco sigh next to him. He rubbed his face rigorously and forced himself to relax.
"Sorry," he muttered, "I came out to them."
He heard a fork clatter against a plate and he jerked his head to look at Draco who was gaping at him.
"You're gay?" he asked skeptically.
"Yeah," Harry murmured, "They didn't like it too much. Uncle Vernon was determined he had to beat it out of me. What happened was, I was in my room and I decided I really should tell them. So many people told me how liberating it was to come out to your family. So I was about to go down, but Hedwig got restless and I let her out. I went down, unsure of what to expect. I kind of thought they'd kick me out, so I got my trunk ready. I was totally unprepared for him to fly at me like he did. I had my wand luckily so I threatened him and he backed off. I grabbed my trunk and ran for it. I didn't even grab Hedwig's cage. I have no idea where she is!"
Harry ended rather breathlessly, tears stinging in his eyes. He felt a hand grip his shoulder and he looked over to see Draco looking at him with concern. He looked away, blushing and rubbing at his eyes.
"Sorry, sorry," Harry muttered.
"It's ok," Draco assured him, "Anyone would feel overwhelmed after something like that."
"Why are you being so understanding?" Harry questioned, "I thought you hated me. But now suddenly we're friends."
"I thought you hated me," Draco said in reply, "All those years ago, you rejected me. I thought maybe this was my chance to show you what you'd given up."
"Oh," Harry stated lamely.
"Yeah," Draco said awkwardly, "Now, if you're done, I'm going to eat my pancakes."
Harry giggled at that before blushing and turning back to his own plate. He still wasn't feeling up to eating so he just waited for Draco to finish. He was relieved when the waitress finally came and took their plates away. Harry slid out of his seat and waited for Draco as he pulled out two galleons and laid them on the table. Draco stood and stretched, yawning widely as he did it.
"Tired?" Harry asked in an amused voice.
"Yes, some twat made me get out of bed super early for no reason," Draco quipped.
Harry stuck his tongue out at Draco, complete with a soft "nyehh!" sound. Draco rolled his eyes, but Harry saw a tiny quirk in his lips. He grinned widely at the knowledge that he'd almost made Draco smile. Draco led him through the pub and into the back where the entrance to Diagon Alley was. Draco pulled his wand from the depths of his robes (Harry had no idea where that wand had been) and briskly tapped the correct bricks. Harry watched as Draco stuffed his wand back in his robes and took notice that today he was wearing robes that were midnight blue in color.
"Do you like them?" Draco's voice snapped Harry out of his thoughts.
"What?" Harry said rather stupidly.
"Do you like my robes?" Draco clarified.
"They are very nice," Harry answered, "For you anyway. I don't think I'd look good in them. I just wear normal muggle clothes and it suits me, I guess."
"Magical people don't all wear robes," Draco said, "I just like them. I think they make me look nice. Don't you?"
"Yes, they do," Harry agreed.
Half of Draco's mouth twitched up in a small half-smile. Then he turned back to the wall, which was now an archway. He strode forward confidently into the rather empty street. There were very few people milling about, much to Harry's surprise. He was used to Diagon Alley being filled with people, so many people you could hardly move. Draco was several steps ahead of him and he tried to keep up. Apparently, Draco liked to walk fast and didn't care whether or not someone was with him. Draco made some turns until finally stopping outside of a store. He looked behind him to see Harry was there and then pushed the door open.
"Wow!" Harry gasped, "This place is huge!"
Harry stared all around him at the dozens and dozens of shelves and racks filled with clothing. Draco smirked at him and led him through the clothes. Harry followed, amazed at the assortment of clothing. There were robes hanging from racks and t-shirts sitting on shelves. He saw a vast assortment of shoes in one corner of the room and an amazing amount of hats in another corner. He was barely conscious of where they were going as he stared in wonder all around him.
"Right, you stay here," Draco commanded.
Harry abruptly stopped, suddenly aware that Draco was in front of him holding several items of clothing. He also then realized that Draco was also pointing at a chair. Harry looked confused for a moment and then it hit him that Draco wanted to try on clothes and he didn't want Harry wandering around like a dunderhead. Harry sat in the provided chair and Draco turned and walked into a doorway that was in front of the chair. Harry noticed there were five other doorways and acknowledged that these were changing rooms. Harry tilted his head back staring at the ceiling. Is this what guys feel like when their girlfriends go and try on clothes? He wondered briefly.
"What do you think?" Draco's voice pulled his head back to its proper position.
Draco stood before him wearing a plain black t-shirt and jeans. Damn, he even makes that look good! Harry thought miserably. Draco twirled around his arms outstretched showing off all sides of him. Harry noted the nicely tight way the jeans hugged Draco's arse. Harry sighed and nodded.
"It looks really good," Harry admitted.
"You like it?" Draco probed.
"Yeah," Harry shrugged, "Looks more like something I'd wear though."
Draco smiled slightly and then disappeared behind into the changing room once more. Harry resumed his staring at the ceiling for a few more moments until he was once again interrupted.
"What do you think?" Draco questioned again.
Harry looked back down to see Draco wearing a pair of tight black skinny jeans and the same black shirt. Harry inwardly groaned, he has got to be doing this on purpose. The black clothes contrasted beautifully with Draco's pale skin and white-blonde hair. Harry scowled.
"It's good," Harry grumbled, "It looks great on you."
With that, Draco spun around and disappeared into the room again. Harry didn't bother to tilt his head back this time; sure that Draco would reappear with different clothes. He takes pleasure in torturing me. The guy looks great in anything! He could wear my clothes and look great! Harry thought gloomily. He was correct, of course, as Draco appeared again wearing a maroon t-shirt and a light blue pair of jeans. Harry wrinkled his nose slightly.
"You don't like it?" Draco questioned.
"I don't like maroon," Harry answered, "Ron's mom used to always knit him these god awful maroon sweaters. Kinda turned me off to the color."
"I see," Draco stated, "But the jeans are fine, right?"
"Yes," Harry answered.
Draco then disappeared again. He reappeared several times, each time sporting a different article of clothing. Harry commented truthfully on each article, wishing this torture would be over soon. One shirt that Draco came out wearing, Harry absolutely adored. It was a long sleeve shirt with wide white and dark blue stripes. The sleeves hung to the end of his palm and the hem covered his belt loops. Harry loved it and made it clear that he did. He was shocked when Draco grinned widely at him and happily bounced back into the changing room. Harry shrugged his shoulders and waited for the next bit of clothing to judge.
When Draco reemerged he was wearing his own clothes and carrying a decent pile of clothing with the striped shirt on top. Draco jerked his head for Harry to follow him and started toward the checkout. He dumped the clothing on the counter and pulled out some of the shirts and pants, instructing the witch to put them back where they belonged. Soon the rest of the clothing was in three separate bags and Draco was gesturing for Harry to follow him out of the store. Harry followed him and knitted his eyebrows in confusion as Draco stopped and turned to him. What's he doing? He wondered curiously.
Little note: I KNOW! Bit of a cliffhanger there. The chapters keep getting bigger, so I have to cut it off! I'm trying to keep them similar in size. I'll update ASAP, I promise! Thanks for all the support! LOVE YOU ALL!