Harry drew in a deep breath, eyes cracking open to a stream of sunlight...in a room that wasn't his dorm. He opened them more, trying to focus. He was in Draco's bed. He turned slowly onto his back, blinking once or twice. Draco was sprawled out on his stomach, one hand tucked around a pillow, the other supporting his chin. He was snoring quietly. Harry never got to see him his way when they spent their nights together in school. They were always crammed up together. He wished he had a camera, but instead just tried to commit the sleeping blonde to memory. Harry grinned stupidly with the realization that soon he would be able to wake up every morning to this. He reached over for his glasses, trying not to shake the bed too much. He looked over at the wall the bed was pressed against, examining all the decorations. There was a piece of the Prophet in a glass frame, the headline 'YOU KNOW WHO IS DEAD.' Several moving photos of a young Draco with various achievements. Dueling, chess, foreign languages. He grinned at one of a very juvenile blonde, decked out in Slytherin Quidditch robes, clutching the Nimbus 2001 he had held over Harry's head.
"Good morning, baby." Draco muttered softly, he smoothed a hand through his hair. "How long have you been up?"
Harry looked at him, shaking his head. "Not long, maybe a couple of minutes. Did I wake you?"
The blonde shifted up onto his side, reaching out and grabbing his hand, kissing his knuckles. "No, not really. Why were you moving around?"
"I turned over and put my glasses on so I could snoop through your wall decorations."
He laughed softly, rutting his head against the pillowcase. "You admiring all of the things I did as a child?"
"It's actually quite impressive. More than I ever was able to do."
He scrunched his nose up. "How so?"
It was Harry that laughed this time. "I was barely allowed to go to primary school, let alone do anything extra. Dudley did wrestling and a few other things. Which on occasion I would get to attend one of his matches." He looked at the blonde. "They rarely took me anywhere unless it was absolutely necessary."
"Were they scared of you?"
"I think so sometimes. My Aunt Petunia was my mothers sister, and she had seen what she had been capable of." Harry squeezed his hand. "They thought the wizarding community were dirty degenerates."
Draco scoffed. "So I guess it came from both sides then."
"Exactly, like your family could have had all of the money in the world and they would have still found you to be off."
The blonde shook his head. "I hope I never have to meet these people."
"I don't think you ever will." He sat up, blushing when he realised he was naked. He pulled the sheet over his exposed legs. "Unless, we were ever to get married. I'd invite Dudley for the hell of it. Even if he was terrible to me sometimes, he really never knew why he had to be mean to me, you know?"
"I'd probably call him a prat." Draco grinned. "You want to marry me, Potter?"
The blush darkened and he shrugged. "Maybe one day, yeah, when we are older." He was pulled in for a kiss. He giggled, dragging himself back upwards. "I have morning breath." He toyed with his necklace. "We need to shower."
"You wanna have one together?" Draco replied, stretching out onto his back, muscles taut, his morning erection obvious through the sheets.
"What will your mum think?" Harry said softly, trying to keep his eyes focused on Draco's face.
He laughed. "She doesn't care what I do." He leaned up and glanced at the bedside clock. "She is downstairs by now anyway, it's Tuesday, she usually has aunt Andromeda over for tea." He sat up all of the way, flinging the sheets back. "Put your mouth on it." He teased, bobbing his length at Harry.
"Stop!" He rolled his eyes, reaching forward and giving him one slow stroke before scooting to the edge of the bed. "I'm glad they were able to reconcile though." Harry stood up, stretching, muscles sore from last nights activities. "Hey!" He yelped when his arse was pinched sharply.
"I can't help it!" Draco said an impish grin on his face as he rolled off the bed. "It just begs to be touched." He rummaged around for his underwear, slipping them on. He wrapped his arms around Harry, kissing along his jawline.
"Come on, aren't we supposed to be showering?" He said, glancing over his shoulder.
"Well get going then!" Draco muttered, grabbing the bottle off the nightstand and following the brunette next door.
The bathroom was plain, dark wood trim on the light blue walls, a clawfoot tub in one corner, a large glass enclosed tile shower in the other. Stacks of fluffy towels in a silver basket between them. Harry glanced in the mirror, seeing his absolutely rumpled appearance.
"Ooh, we could take a bath!" Draco said, eyeing the deep tub. He settled the bottle on the stack of towels.
Harry gave him a petulant glance, noticing the lubricant.
"What, Potter?" He asked, turning an exhaust fan on. "I like to be prepared." The blonde grinned.
"I think we should just shower...maybe we can have a bath at night one of these days." Harry said, plucking at the waistband of his boxers. He glanced back at the door, making sure it was locked.
"Yeah, you're probably right, then I could give you a proper rub down." Draco laughed, opening the glass door to the shower and pulling the taps on. He grabbed two towels, threading them on the bar inside the door. He turned to the brunette, wrapping his arms around his thin waist, kissing him softly. "We could make it a bubble bath and you could ride me."
Harry felt his face burn. "It's too early for all this, Draco."
"Harry, I'm about to take you in my shower, it's not too early for anything." He grinned, placing a kiss on his nose as he removed his glasses, setting them on the sink. Draco rid himself of his underwear, tugging at Harry's
He bit his lip, green eyes flickering down as he pulled his drawers off.
"Why are you so embarrassed?" Draco asked softly, pushing his dark hair back.
He shook his head. "I just could have never imagined someone wanting to be with me all the time."
"What do you mean, do you not like...do you not want to have sex because we don't have to, Harry." He felt his face turn pink.
"No, it's not that at all...It's just..." He paused, wishing clarity would come to him. "I never thought that I would be able to be with someone who was willing to take the risk of getting caught somewhere with me."
"My mum is not going to catch us, the door is locked. Even if she did it wouldn't matter, she knows you are my boyfriend, Harry. She is not naive." Draco cupped his chin. "I'd bang you in front of a crowd if you'd let me. I have no qualms with showing exactly how I feel about you." The hand trailed down to cup his backside. "Get in the shower."
Harry laughed softly, obeying the boy, stepping into the now steamy box. He ducked under the hot water, shivering at the contrast. He bit his lip, watching as the blonde joined him, pulling the door closed, bottle in hand.
"So do you want to get dirty or clean first?" He asked, grey eyes gleaming.
"I want to wash my hair at least." Harry mumured, dragging his hands through the dark locks wetting them.
"Wash it then." Draco leaned in dragging kisses along his neck.
"Do not leave marks on my neck!" Harry warned.
"I'll do what I want. You forget the one you left on my neck?" He felt teeth nip at his collarbone.
"Wear a scarf." Harry teased, reaching for the bottle of shampoo.
"You're a prat." Was muttered against his shoulder.
Hands trailed across his slick torso, thumbs outlining his nipples. Harry whimpered softly, trying to concentrate on his hair. "What are we doing today?" He asked casually.
"Shh." Draco circled the boys cock, giving him a slow stroke. "Just pay attention to this okay? We can talk about that when we are clothed and shagged." He grinned wickedly, leaning in and kissing him softly.
"Help me wash my hair."
"Harry, I want to play with your cock, I do not want to help you wash your hair."
He pouted, poking his lower lip out, earning a growl.
"I'm going to pull it out." He moved his hands up into the soaped locks, scrubbing gently.
Harry closed his eyes, enjoying the fingers on his scalp. He moved his hands to Draco's chest, plucking his nipples.
"Oh my god, are you kidding me." He muttered, continuing to work the shampoo through Harry's hair.
"Hmm?" He teased, tilting his head back into the water, rinsing. He rolled the now hard nubs.
"Did you just want to play with my nipples?"
"I don't understand what you're trying to get at." Harry replied, thumbs circling the skin.
The blonde scrubbed the remaining soap from his hair, pushing him back against the cold tile, kissing him hard, tongue invading his mouth. "Understand now?"
Harry moaned, heart fluttering wildly. "I think I need one more, for clarity." He drug his hands through soaked blonde hair, clutching him tightly.
Draco kissed him hard once more, hands roaming his skin.
"We've gotta wash your hair too."
"Fuck my hair, we can do that later." He reached down, hooking a hand around Harry's thigh, pulling it up and rolling his hips, sliding their erections against together. He burned kisses down his shoulder and collarbone. "I want you right now." Draco's other hand, drifted downward, slipping two fingers inside the brunette.
Harry gasped, head tilting back. "Oh Dray." He grasped their lengths in his hand, stroking them together, drawing a growl from the blonde.
He pressed hard against the knot inside Harry, causing the boy to cry out. Draco stepped back, away from the spray of the shower, snatching the bottle up and slicking his cock. "Turn around." He told Harry, his eyes dark.
He obeyed, shivering as the blonde approached him.
Draco pressed kisses along a thin shoulder, nipping at the skin as he lined himself up against Harry's entrance. "Ready?" He whispered against his ear.
He nodded, splaying his hands out on the cold tile. He shut his eyes, only to be told no.
"Open them." Draco's voice was low and raspy as he forced the boy to meet his gaze. He wrapped his free hand around Harry's waist, plunging inside him.
"Fuck!" Harry cried out, hissing with the sudden intrusion.
Draco chuckled softly, leaning in and kissing him as he stroked. "You're so tight like this." He groaned, trailing his hand down to caress Harry's length.
"I can tell."
"Feel good?" He sucked at the skin at the nape of the boys' neck.
Harry closed his eyes, leaning his forehead against the tile and allowing himself to focus on the sensations the blonde was pulling from him. "Mmmhmm."
Draco gave a particularly hard stroke, causing him to gasp. "I love every second I'm inside of you." He felt his pulse spiking as his orgasm loomed closer.
"Hmm...Draco...I'm right there." He whimpered, pushing his backside into Draco's thrusts. He grit his teeth, feeling the urge to come overwhelming him. "Hurry."
A dark growl bubbled up against his shoulder, and he felt Draco pulse inside him. Teeth sank into the skin. "I want you to come."
Harry shuddered hard, trying to grip at the tile, streaming onto the floor. "Oh my god. Oh my god." He moaned.
Draco smoothed his hands down the boy's side. "I honestly can't believe that I could witness this every day if I wanted." He eased back slowly. "It will never get old. You're so gorgeous." He turned the brunette around, kissing him gently.
Harry moved his hands up a muscled chest, trying to slow his breathing. "If we did this everyday, I think I'd keel over." He grinned, leaning into the kiss. "My poor heart can't take it."
He laughed, reaching for the soap and washcloth. He lathered it up and began moving the cloth over Harry's chest. "Maybe we can work on cardio."
"I don't think I could handle you doing cardio." Harry said, watching as he was washed. "You sweaty and running...fuck." He giggled.
"You're a shit." Draco said, eyes gleaming. "I'd say the same about you though as well. We really need to get out to the pitch and pratice. Once it's warm. " He moved the soapy rag across his torso, up into his armpits.
"I think it's exactly what we need. Now that i've put the weight on, I feel squishy."
"Baby, you are perfect." Draco murmured, kissing him softly. "But a toned you...I think would spend a lot of time bent over chairs." He winked.
Harry laughed. "I just want to look good for you." He grabbed at the shampoo bottle, rubbing the soap into the blonde locks.
"You look just fine." He let out a soft moan as his scalp was scrubbed. "I love you no matter how big, small or fit you are. If you're squishy that gives me more to pinch." He grinned, pushing the smaller boy into the water to rinse him.
"Oh, merlin I'll have to get extra fit then."
The blonde laughed. "I will pinch you no matter what." He smoothed his hands across a now clean body.
Harry growled, taking the towel and giving him a petulant look. "You need to stop being so mean to me, Draco." He added more soap and started in.
"I haven't been mean to you in a long time, boy." He chuckled, leaning his head back into the stream of warm water. "Maybe I need to start?"
"No, I don't want to have to fight you." He moved the cloth over muscled skin, he flickered gleaming green eyes upwards.
"Sometimes I want to punch you even when we aren't fighting, Potter." Draco muttered, flashing him a cheshire grin.
Harry laughed, turning the blonde and washing his back. He gave him a hard pinch on his bottom.
"For fuck's sake." Draco growled, turning, grabbing the rag and tossing it. He grasped Harry's head, pulling him in for a hard kiss. "You need to get out of this shower before I wreck you." He murmured against kiss bruised lips. He shut off the water and gripped a dry towel.
"Yeah?" Harry canted his head, taking the towel and drying himself.
"Harry Potter."
"Fine, fine." He sighed, wrapping the towel around his waist and exiting the glass enclosure. He moved towards the sink, grabbing his glasses and seeing that his tooth brush and other toletries had been placed there by the house elf during the night. He giggled, glancing at the blonde. "I love you." He bit his lip, reaching for his hair brush.
Draco eyed him, dragging the towel over his face. He joined the boy at the counter, taking his tooth brush out of the holder. He pinched the boy on his side. "I love you, too." He winked.
.O.O.O.O.
"You look very cute in this vest, baby." Draco said, tugging at the ends of the garment.
Harry felt his cheeks turn pink. "Thank you." They had gotten dressed and made their way down to the kitchen, grabbing a simple breakfast. Narcissa and Andromeda were in the living room, talking quietly.
"You ready to get going?" He asked, finishing his glass.
The brunette nodded. "We should probably go and speak with your Mum and Andromeda." He said, sliding off of the counter height stool.
"Well, yes of course." Draco joined him, pulling him into a hug, kissing his temple. He drew him out into the living room. "Good morning, Mum, Aunt Andromeda."
The pair turned, beaming. "Finally! How long does it take you two to get dressed and eat!" Narcissa teased, setting her tea cup down.
Draco laughed. "I think you know how long it takes for me to decide on an outfit, mother." He was dressed in a slouchy, grey sweater with dark jeans. The color of the jumper made his silver eyes pop.
Andromeda raked her eyes over Harry, smiling. "It's nice to see you Harry, dear, you look very well."
He smiled, pulling at the ends of his vest nervously. "It's nice to see you as well, Andromeda!" She looked less weary than he had seen her last. He supposed he probably looked the same.
"You look happy." She said, eyeing him.
He laughed softly. "I am happy, it feels nice." He felt Draco's hand on his back.
"So what are you two going to be doing today?" Narcissa asked, rolling up the sleeves of her cardigan.
Draco pulled the brunette closer. "We're going to take the trolley uptown to do some shopping while it's nice out."
The women nodded, agreeing that shopping would be fun.
"We will be back for supper, hopefully." He said, leaning in and kissing his mother on the cheek. He placed his hand on his aunt's shoulder. Draco grasped Harry's hand, tugging him through the living room.
"It was good seeing you, Andromeda." Harry said, smiling as he pulled his coat over his shoulders.
"You too, Harry! Hopefully we will be able to visit more next time."
He nodded. "Absolutely!"
Draco closed the front door behind them, leading Harry out onto the pathway.
"We're taking a trolley, does that mean you're going to use Muggle money?" Harry teased, clasping his hand.
He rolled his eyes. "Yes, I know how to use Muggle money! I always have." He squeezed the hand softly as they moved between some aparments. "How do you think I get my Muggle clothes?"
"I never knew you were so savvy." He grinned, looking down as they stepped down some snow covered steps. "Are we going to get your Mum a Christmas gift?" He pulled the hood of his jacket up over his ears. It wasn't overly cold, but there was a slight wind that stung.
"Well, I'd like to intergrate as best as I can, knowing I'll probably be living in the Muggle world. We can't go back to the Manor or Grimmauld Place, so I'd better get to know how to blend." He opened the ivy covered gate, ushering Harry through. "And yes, that's the plan. Or to at least find her a few things."
Harry laughed. "I'm proud of you for wanting to learn. I'll answer any questions you have." He moved closer to the blonde as they walked up the block. "I can't even begin to compile the things I had to explain to Arthur Weasley. He had a workshop of Muggle items he had collected and would ask me how they worked, how they could do things without magic."
"I don't get it either, really." Draco said, shrugging his shoulders. "Why don't their photos move either?"
"They have moving pictures, it's just called television." He explained. "They just have still photographs."
"That's what comes out of that box, right?" Draco glanced around as they reached an intersection. He pulled him across the street.
"Yeah, they make programs, soaps and things that you can watch."
"Hmm, well maybe we will get one when we move, that way I can see what the fuss is." They reached the trolley station, people walking quickly past them. Draco held him close as they moved through a throng of riders. He fished in his pocket for a few bills, giving them to the attendant as they boarded the creaky vessel.
"It does help pass the time." Harry said, glancing around, feeling slightly apprehensive about the amount of people. He smoothed a hand down his jacket as they found a seat.
"Are you okay?" Draco asked, turning in his seat to face him. He reached forward, cupping his chin.
He nodded. "Yeah, it's just kind of crowded. I'll be okay." He bit his lip.
The blonde simpered. "I'm sorry, Harry." He clasped his hand. "It's a pretty short ride." He rubbed his thumb over his knuckles. "Let me know if it gets to be too much."
Harry smiled. "Thank you for always taking such good care of me." He glanced out the window, watching as the city blocks slipped by. "I mean it."
Draco let out a breathless laugh. "You don't have to thank me, baby. It's what I'm here for!" He felt his heart clench. "I'd do just about anything for you."
"Just about anything?" Harry teased, giving him a sly grin.
"Stop."
"Harry Potter?" Came a voice from further along the trolley. "Draco Malfoy?" They looked up and the bright flash of a camera went off, making Draco groan.
"It's me, Justin Finch-Fletchley, I work for the Prophet." He scooted a few seats closer, pulling a pad from his coat pocket. "Are you two dating?"
"Are you serious right now?" Draco glared, swallowing hard. "We are on a Mu..." He took a deep breath, seeing a few curious glances. "What do you want? You think that picture will fetch you a lot of Galleons, yeah?" His voice lowered, eyes slanting.
The former Hufflepuff sat back slightly. "You two could be the new power couple, you know."
Draco grit his teeth. "We don't want to be the new 'power couple'. Don't you think Harry has been in the Prophet enough? Just get rid of the photo." He eyed an older woman, who was listening intently.
"Are you famous?" She asked quietly.
"No, ma'am. This man just wants to exploit our relationship because he thinks he can get a fair bit of change for some unimportant news." Draco explained, eyes turning back to the reporter. "Stop writing!" He snapped.
Justin sighed, putting the pad away. "Have you two at least made a reconcilation? At least give me something."
"We're on a trolley together in lower London. What do you honestly think?" Harry muttered, crossing his arms. "What do you want?" He repeated the question Draco had previously asked. "I've had enough of people following me...and now you want to set paparazzi on me?"
The other boy sighed.
"You can say that we were spotted in lower...lower London together, but you can't run that we are a couple, a power couple any of that bullocks." Harry said in a stern voice. "Understand?"
He nodded.
"If you'd have returned to school, then this would be old news."
"You two went back?" He asked, settling his camera between his knees.
"Yeah, there were a few...about two dozen or so."
Justin grimaced. "I had thought about it, but then this oppourtunity came up. Is it...did they rebuild?"
The trolley slowed to a stop. Draco glanced around, seeing it wasn't yet their stop. He considered pretending just to get away from this prat. "Yeah, for the most part its been repaired."
"Are you two really together...aside from the Prophet." He grinned. "I used to have some money put up against how long it would take for you two to be together when we were kids."
Harry wrinkled his nose. "What! We were constantly beating each other up, hexing one another in the hallway. Why in Merlin's name would you bet money that we would be together."
The boy laughed. "See, Hufflepuffs have a reputation for being soft for a reason. We can see things a lot clearer than any other house."
Draco sighed. "It doesn't matter whether Harry and I are together or not."
Justin nodded. "Well, I doubt I could get that money anyway." He laughed once more, standing as the trolley slowed once more. "It was nice seeing you two, when you go back to school, tell whatever Hufflepuffs are there hello for me?"
The pair nodded, watching him exit.
"Bloody hell." Draco groaned, rubbing his face. "Here we go, the cat is out of the bag." He looked at Harry. "You think he will publish that photo?"
Harry nodded. "Yeah, we were even holding hands." He let out a long sigh. "We knew it would happen eventually."
He took his hand again. "I think...I think out here we will be fine. But if we were to go into Diagon Alley...they would slam us." He rolled his eyes. "I dunno about Hogsmeade...but i'm sure there."
"Power couple, huh?" Harry grinned. "I never figured we were that important." He sat back in the chair, looking at Draco.
"I think he is under the impression that we will be out there in the world, like you looking to be the Minister or something." Draco said, sticking his tounge out at the idea.
The brunette laughed. "Yeah, no thanks." He took a deep breath. "Hopefully it doesn't get to crazy." He wriggled their hands, then gave Draco a petulant look. "Are we there yet?"
He rolled his eyes. "Yes! It's the next stop."
"Good." He shifted, tapping his shoes.
.O.O.O.O.
"What do you think about this for Hermione?" Draco asked, holding up a grey sweater with a floral design in the corners of the garment.
Harry looked up from his rack of shirts. "I think she would really like that, Draco!"
He smiled, placing it in the basket he was holding. "You found anything, lover boy?" He ran a hand up his back.
The brunette blushed, showing him a white and turquoise striped shirt. "It's got a front pocket."
Draco laughed. "Yeah?" He eyed the pouch like pocket in the shirt. He took it and added to the basket. "You need to find some dress shirts. You know I'd like to take you to nice places, but not in shirts with front pockets." He winked.
Harry rolled his eyes. "But why not? I have no idea how to buy dress shirts." He grimaced. He was pushed further into the shop, towards the back.
"Then you will just have to try some on, won't you?" Draco insisted, leading him to a set of wooden racks with stacks of tops. He rifled through them, pulling out a dark blue and a grey button up style, handing them to the brunette.
He sighed. "Okayyyyyyyy." He headed into the dressing room. Harry closed the door behind him, running his hands across the smooth texture of the shirt. He removed his coat and vest, leaving his tee shirt on. He unfolded the dress shirt, the price tag glaring at him. Harry growled. "Draco...You are not paying this much money for a shirt." He said loudly.
"I will spend however much I please, but the top on and show me."
"Ugghhhhhggghhh." He pulled the top up his arms, buttoning it. He glanced at his reflection, brows furrowing when he saw how nice he actually looked. Draco did know how to dress well in any attire.
"Show me."
He opened the door, stepping out into the store, hands smoothing the dark blue fabric nervously.
"You look handsome." Draco smiled. "I like that color on you a lot."
"Well of course, you picked it out, you prat!" He grinned. "Do you want me to try on the other one?"
"Of course! That way I know whether to get both!"
"Draco..."
"Didn't I tell you a long time ago that I was going to spoil you." He moved close, kissing him softly. "I meant it. I have all this money, what am I supposed to do with it? Hoard it like my father? No. I want to do things with it."
Harry sighed. "I'm just not used to it, I suppose."
He cupped his chin, then pushed him towards the dressing room once more. "Get used to it." Draco flashed him a brillant smile.
He felt his heart flutter. He returned to the small room, changing out of the shirt and donning the new one. Harry had never in his life had someone who wanted to spoil him. He had people who cared for him and his well being, but never had someone wanted to shower him with things, with affection. Even in the months he had now been with Draco, he still felt...bad...bad wasn't the right word...guilty wasn't either. He didn't know.
He walked out in the grey top, looking sheepish.
"I love this one too!" The blonde beamed. "You look really nice."
He blushed again. "Thank you."
"Harry, quit blushing. One day when we are both making good money we will be able to spoil each other."
"I have money now, you just won't let me use it!" Harry said, plucking at the buttons of his top.
Draco grinned. "Well, how about this. When we get out of school, you can take us on a celebratory trip to make up for the loads of money I've spent on you."
Harry rolled his eyes, making his way back into the dressing room, leaving the door open as he put his clothes back on. "Like where?"
"I dunno, something with a beach sounds good right about now." He said, grey eyes sparkling as the brunette placed the grey shirt into the basket.
"I've never been to a beach."
"Have you been outside of the London area?"
Harry shook his head. "Only as far as the Burrow."
Draco grimaced, taking his hand. "My family used to own a vacation home in France, I dunno if the Ministry seized it or not. We could go there." He led them back out onto the floor of the store. "I want to take you all over, Harry. Show you all the things that you weren't allowed to see."
He smiled. "You're so good to me, I don't know what I did to deserve this."
Draco bit his lip. "You held your hand out to me." He said simply, giving Harry all the information he needed.
"I love you so much." Harry said softly. "So much." He reiterated.
"I love you too, Harry Potter." He pinched at his side. "Stop being a sap, find some socks or something. A scarf so you can cover up that big ol' bite mark on your shoulder I left." He laughed.
Harry wrinkled his nose up, glancing around. "You broke the skin you know." He grinned, turning away to look at the merchandise.
Draco scoffed. "I did not!"
He turned back to face him, sliding the clothing off his shoulder, baring the red and broken skin.
"Damnit." He reached up and brushed his fingertips around the edge of his teeth marks.
"Stop being so rough, Draco." Harry teased.
"I'll get right on that." He grabbed a handful of bottom, causing Harry to gasp. "Hurry up!"
Harry moved futher into the store, eyeing a pair of white jeans. "Ooh!" He murmured, running his hands over the soft denim.
"Will you be able to keep them clean though?" Draco teased.
Harry gave him a reproachful look. "I can. If I can get blood stains out, I can get anything out." He rifled through the stack, searching for his size.
"Why must they always be skinny cut, you know they drive me crazy." The blonde said, running his hand over Harry's backside.
"Because they drive you crazy." Harry replied, wriggling into the hand as he pulled his pair from the lot. "You rather me wear big baggy ones?"
Draco laughed, taking the jeans. "No, absolutely not." He gave the boy a light pat before migrating to a bin full of scarves. He pulled a dark green knitted one out, stuffing it into the basket. He rummaged around, glancing at Harry. "I just wish you could go naked all the time!" He winked, causing him to blush. "I'll lock the closets in out flat so you have to."
Harry shook his head. "No you will not! I'd never be able to sit properly!"
"Harry Potter!" Draco gave him an incredulous look, picking out a white and grey striped scarf, placing it in his bin.
He scoffed, grinning. "You know it's true." They made their way back to the till.
Draco pulled the stack of items out and set them on the counter. He reached out and pinched Harry's side.
"Stop!" Harry blushed, watching as the young girl at the register eyed them, ringing up the purchases.
He gave a soft giggle, reaching in to pinch him again.
"Draco!"
The blonde grinned, fishing his wallet from his pocket. He turned to the girl. "How are you today?"
She smiled, brown eyes still flickering between the two. "I am just fine, you two from around here?" She placed some of the parcels in a stiff paper bag.
"I've actually just moved to the area. But we are home for holiday right now." He removed a few bills from his wallet.
"Oh, where do you go to school at? I go to the Uni just east of here."
"A private school in Scotland actually." Harry said, toying with one of the strings to the hood of his jacket.
"Scotland! Why so far away?" She finished placing their goods in the bags, reaching out and taking Draco's money. "What are you studying?'
"Business." The brunette spoke up before Draco could answer. "It's one of the better business schools in the U.K."
She nodded, looking at him. "Hmm, well I wish you two the best of luck." She handed Draco his change. "Happy Holiday!"
"Thanks!" They both chimed, Draco grabbing the bags.
"Where to now?" Harry asked as they exited the shop.
"The jewelry shop." He pulled the bags up onto his arm, reaching down to grab Harrys hand with the free arm.
"Something for your Mum?" They walked to the end of the block, waiting for the crosswalk light to change.
"Hopefully. Maybe something for you too." Draco flashed him a grin as they walked across the street, people passing them up in a hurry to get nowhere.
"Dray..."
"Shh!" He said, squeezing his hand.
"I'm just not used to it." He said, looking around at the tall buildings. It was a very rare thing for Harry to be able to wander freely in any place. He liked being able to walk the streets on Dracos' arm. "I mean, I've had people who have cared for me about me, wanting to make sure I'm in good health and things of that sort. I've just never had anyone who wanted to spoil me with things."
"Don't think I'm trying to buy your affections, Harry, because that's not the case at all. I just want to give you all of the things I think you deserve." He opened the door to the boutique, placing a kiss on the side of the brunettes head.
He shook his head. "No, I don't think that at all. All I ask is that you be paitent with me until I learn to be more comfortable with all this stuff." Harry said, moving inside the warm shop. Green eyes swept around the room, eyeing the loaded cases of jewlery.
"Good afternoon, gentlemen! How can I help you today?" A portly, older man approached them, reaching out to shake their hands.
Draco smiled, taking the hand. "Alright sir, I'm looking for something to gift my Mum for Christmas." He looked at Harry. "Also something for this one, I'll just have to spoil one of his gifts, I suppose."
The short man chuckled, shaking Harry's hand as well. "Well, let's take a look around! Does your mother have a gem preferance?" He rubbed his hands together.
"Sapphire." Draco answered. The man led them to a case filled with bright blue gems.
Harry wondered briefly why they weren't buying goblin made jewelry, but then remembered that the goblin were still standoffish to the Wizarding community since the War. Very few had returned to Gringotts, even fewer to any manufactures.
He reached up to play with the silver bar across his neck. He had never actually removed the necklace since the day Draco had put it on. He wasn't sure what other kind of jewelry he was supposed to be looking for. He let the two search through the case and he drifted along, looking inside the various glass enclosures. Harry ran his fingertips across the cold surface of one case, peering inside. It was full of various glass beads and charms. He saw a few with small writing, 'my love', 'forever', ones that said titles like 'Mother' 'Aunt' and 'Daughter'. There were two that caught his eye, a tiny pendant charm, a ruby, his birthstone. The other, one with writing, in black cursive, 'always' was engraved. They would go perfectly on each side of his necklace.
He bit his lip, returning to the pair. "Find her anything?" He asked, placing his hand on the small of the blondes back.
Draco flashed him a smile, gesturing to a thin tennis style bracelet, diamond and blue sapphires in an alternating pattern. "I have. What do you think?"
Harry looked at the piece. "It's beautiful. I think she will adore it."
"A lot of the nicer things she had had to be sold or they were seized. I really think she will be over the moon for this." He raked his eyes over Harry. "Have you found something?"
The brunette nodded, his cheeks pink.
"Well show me! What is it? A ring?" He grinned brilliantly. Draco gestured to the man, who whisked the bracelet away to be carefully packaged.
They moved to the case with the charms. Harry continued to blush as he pointed out the items.
"Why are you getting so pink?" Draco asked, glancing at him.
He shrugged. "Just feels weird."
"Is this one your birthstone?" Draco asked, picking up the red charm as they were placed on the glass top.
Harry nodded. "Ruby, yeah."
"Where are you going to put these? On your necklace?" The blonde, glanced at him. He picked up the charm with the writing, grinning.
He nodded once more. "Well, I figured...I never take this one off, so why would I get another? I can just put these on there."
"You've never taken it off?" Draco carefully handed the items back to the shopkeep.
"Not since you put it on."
Draco's face softened. "No way." He said quietly.
"It's true!" Harry toyed with the chain, green eyes flickering back and forth over the boy's face. "Why would I need to take it off?"
"You're so perfect." He reached out and ran a hand down Harry's arm. "Is this all you had picked out?"
Harry laughed. "Yes. I don't need anything else!"
Draco grimaced. "I really had hoped you'd picked out a ring." He grinned wickedly. They moved towards the till, the jewelry neatly wrapped in bright white tissue paper. The man placed the wrapped velvet cases into a sturdy blue paper bag, the shops emblem neatly scrawled across the sides.
"That seems a little forward, Draco." Harry said, growing nervous as the blonde withdrew his wallet once more, rifling through the bills inside, selecting quite a few in anticipation of the price.
He laughed. "Well, you could have at least looked, so I have an idea!" He hip bumped him gently. Draco exchanged money with the portly man, thanking him and shaking his hand once more. They said their "Happy Holiday" and exited the shop.
"Are you ready to head home?" Draco asked, tucking the jewelry bag inside the clothing bag for discretion.
"Can we get a tea or something for the ride home?" Harry asked, eyeing a small coffee shop as they headed back towards the trolley station. "I'm paying this time."
He grinned. "Yes, that actually sounds lovely."
