WOW! Just WOW! So many reviews :D thank you very much, its such a nice thing to get great feedback after such a long time! And so here it is… it's a little rushed… it's always a little rushed… but I'm finding that my muse keeps jumping several chapters ahead and summarizing chapters like this one in less than twenty word sentences. (See end A/n)

But there's my compulsory quality moan and now onto said chapter remember, I never beta… I find that reading though at a later date and noting the repetitive grammatical errors I make is slowly training them out of myself.

Additionally I disclaim that I do not own HP or the HP universe, I only own the plot of this fiction!

Harry sat irritably in the rudely awoken potions masters living quarters, as the man trailed his nasty long fingers through yet another page of another book before shutting it with an exasperated sigh and picking up another.

It was approximately half five in the morning when he had hurtled down to the dungeons and hammered upon the door entitled 'Slytherin House Head - S.S' and he was pissed, grumpy and confused and Snape was the same minus the confused bit.

"Right. This book here says that when people with a less than seventy percentage of magical blood purity have their blood cleansed, when they take the potion to change the DNA structure of organs, muscles etc. their physical appearance can also shift from the loss of certain genes. E.g. your skin tone Mr Potter."

"That doesn't explain why my eyesight has changed or my hair because my father had those features and it doesn't explain my eyes because my mother - who was Muggleborn had green eyes." Harry spat and got an even-more-than-usual disparaging look from the greasy haired, pointy nosed git of a professor.

"Perhaps your father wasn't as pure-blooded as was originally perceived and your poor hair and poor eyesight were found within the genetics of his impurity." Snape sneered and Harry scowled, viable as the man's assumption was he still didn't want to hear any crap about his father from this odious man. "As for your eye colour, I presume that any sort of optimum hue change would probably severely blind you. A likely outcome is that you no longer posses any eye colour genes and therefore any offspring you may have would not have the same eye colour as you, but of the other parent instead." Harry nodded in agreement but clicked his jaw in irritation, the offspring rather than children comment didn't go down well one bit.

"Well I need some sort of glamour or spell or something to make me look as I did for the time being otherwise Draco will know something is up and it might end badly." Harry responded and the man lifted yet another book onto the desk, flicking through the index for an answer to his need.

"End badly for you or for him?" Snape mused flicking through the pages and the raven haired male scowled at the man yet again.

"Him of course. Averley won't give up until he's married so in need to make sure he marries me in order to protect him."

"I thought you and Draco hated each other. Anyway, Averley won't ever give up, even when Draco is married. The man is insidiously stubborn, when he sets his eyes upon something or someone he won't stop until he gets it."

"Are you saying that marrying Draco won't make a difference? …and Draco and I do not hate each other… anymore." Harry felt a cold chill pass over him and he was pretty sure it wasn't because he was only in his pajamas in the coldest part of the castle.

"No, marrying him will make a difference because Averley won't physically do anything to him, but rest assured he'll become like a parasite. Every party, banquet, soiree, charity event that you go to, he will be there and he will have to converse and be close to Draco in every instance." Snape snarled his flicking through the pages becoming more aggressive and he even ripped a couple by accident.

"That's fine. I won't mind the mild irritation I just don't want him to be able to do anything terrible to him." Harry sighed and slid his hands through his new feeling hair once more. It was thick and full just like before and it was wavy and still quite unruly and difficult to tame but it felt softer and whether it had grown or if the mild flatting out had done it, it felt and appeared a couple of inches longer so that it was tickling the nape of his neck strongly and curled around his jaw as if it had been properly styled. It actually felt better and strangely enough he couldn't see himself missing his trademark unruly locks.

"Ah here's one, a simple glamour charm, entitled 'the appearance of yesterday'- designed to show the desired appearance of a day previously. Created by the French during the Hanoverian period. Simply envision the appearance memorized from the day before and calmly say 'envision yesterday's image'."

Harry followed the man's orders and found his hair return to its coarse, bristly familiar self, but his eyes remained perfectly fine without his glasses.

"What about my glasses?" Harry asked and Snape, who clearly had hoped that he was gone for good in both being there and in asking any questions -at least until 9:00, looked exasperated at his apparent idiocy.

"Cast a simple invisibility charm Potter. It's second year curriculum. Now get out of my sight."

Harry made his way up to their room and snuck back in, finding Draco still asleep in virtually the same position except for one reason or another, Pev was effectively sitting upon his taut stomach, its circular dot eyes straightened out to show its equivalent to sleep.

Harry scuttled across the room, the floorboards creaking unkindly beneath his feet as he lurched for his own bed, shuffling between the covers and placing his glasses upon his face before wanting to smack a bitch. No wand = No magic and now everything was blurred.

Draco stirred slightly before seating himself upwards and mumbling a good morning to the still sleeping sack of flour, unaware of Harry's predicament or being awake.

Still oblivious he got up and ambled into the bathroom, shutting the door and moments later sounding that of the shower, running on full blast. Harry sighed and sat up from his bed relieving his poor and additionally tired eyes. Waking up early definitely didn't suit him well.

He eyed up the lenses between the round black metal frames and contemplated knocking them out until his train of thought was interrupted by a loud, high pitched wail that came from Draco's bed signaling that Pev had awakened.

Harry sat there dumbfounded as the nasty thing began to cry and emit wailing sounds far too loud and grinding to be human yet worryingly similar. A din you couldn't possibly ignore.

"Potter!" Harry managed to hear the dulcet shout of the blonde through the wall and over the flour babies cries and the roar of the shower and it caused him to react at least by springing upwards to stand. "I think Pev-Pev is hungry, in the cooling cabinet there's a pot containing some of the cinnamon apple sauce from yesterday morning. Please feed him that and end the infernal racket; its making my shower unrelaxing."

Momentarily the raven haired male wondered how Draco knew he was awake at this point but guessed that Draco would have assumed 'Pev-Pev's' loud-enough-to-wake-the-dead warbling would definitely have roused him awake.

He did exactly what he was told and was grateful to find the sack of flour was indeed 'hungry' and once satiated returned to its low level of happy gurgling. He took opportunity to dress himself without having to wear the visually impairing glasses with Draco around, as to save himself any embarrassment he might cause by putting things on wrong… it was truly that bad.

Now, he mentally noted. All he needed to do before 9:00 was talk to Blaise or Pansy in private about his response to Draco's gift.

The opportunity never came; as Draco seemed to stick to him like glue up until the moment he left to go see Snape, asking him more asinine questions about Mr Peverell, such as: What is his favourite colour, food, animal and country. What is the core of his wand. When his birthday is. If he prefers white, red or rose wine. Which is his favourite Quidditch team…and so on and so forth.

And so Harry had to consult the greasy git yet again not only to charm his glasses but also explain to him the really simple system of what was considered casual courting between arranged pure-blooded spouses.

In the shortest terms possible;

Mr Peverell/Harry proposes a marriage between himself and Draco, to his parents. Who accept and let Draco know.

Draco then sends Mr Peverell/Harry a gift. Which could range from a simple handkerchief as a symbol of his personal acceptance and gratitude; to a diamond encrusted watch that appears to be the Wizarding equivalent of a high end Rolex.

Then - Mr Peverell/Harry is supposed to promptly respond with his own gift which could be absolutely anything (to the same tone of Draco's gift) so long as it was considered thrice-fold …three times the price of whatever Draco paid, in order to convey his appreciation of the token gift and make a point of his own personal wealth.

To which Draco then would respond with another gift, to a completely different tune - for instance high end chocolates. To which Mr Peverell/Harry would respond as before.

Supposedly this was supposed to go on until they first met in which Mr Peverell/Harry would be expected to present his future spouse with the engagement ring …not even the actual wedding ring.

In other words the more expensive version of saying 'you hang up first' followed by 'screw this I'm hanging up and then I'm coming over.' followed by 'this is only the engagement ring, how the fucking hell am I supposed to afford a more expensive wedding ring?'

The leeching hurt like a bitch, again. But he couldn't find himself being able to perfectly care. He was going to be bloody poor by the end of this and would probably end up living off the Malfoy money like the fat leech to his impure blood.

It ended quickly and he didn't feel so light-headed thankfully because he needed to go shopping and had to use the Slytherin floo to get to Diagon Alley, thankfully not landing himself in Borgin and Burkes again.

He wandered around aimlessly for a while trying to find the Wizarding equivalent of a jewelers and after five minutes gave up and decided to go and ask advice of the good old fashioner wand maker.

"Mr Ollivander?" He called and the small little old man came out from some back part of his shop and practically beamed at him.

"Ah good day Mr Potter! Can I help you with anything?" He asked in a cheerful voice and Harry couldn't help but feel a little guilty, he wasn't here to even contemplate a sale.

"Well yes, it's not about a wand actually. You see a friend of mine has a birthday coming up, but he likes jewellery so I was wondering if there was a shop for that around these parts."

Ollivander looked pained and Harry's felt a flurry of disappointing feelings flood through him.

"Well Mr Potter, there is a shop towards the west side of Diagon, but it is very, very… how should I put it. Traditional in a pure-blooded sense. It's very expensive and the gifts are usually styled more towards marriage gifts and for between lovers…"

"Oh, well I'll go and have a look anyway, thank you very much for your help." Harry responded with a slight smirk. t was exactly what he was looking for.

He stepped inside the lavish looking shop that sat opposite another clothing store that was the pureblood equivalent to Madam Malkins and looked around. Ivory and Cream was the theme with silver and marble granite surfaces. In the background there was the faint hum of an enchanted harp and the place was generally scented with the soft aroma of the white roses and lilies within the two vases at either sides of the shop front.

A thin but pale woman with black hair tied up into a neat bun with red lipstick, stood in a white suit behind the counter and rapped her painted aubergine nails upon the counter expectantly at his arrival.

"Uhmm hi." He said as he approached the counter.

"Hello." She responded disparagingly and Harry placed the perfectly wrapped gift upon the counter to distract her from scrutinizing him. Her attention thankfully turned and she eyed the gift up and down before flicking her eyes to him. "Thrice fold?" She asked and Harry nodded before she lifted an eye brow at him before casting a spell over the box and watching it unfold to reveal the beautifully ornate wrist watch inside.

She smirked and Harry smiled nervously back, before she turned her back to him and began to search through various papers in a chest, before returning with plain documents and tapping her wand to them words silently leaked across the page, much like the marauders map.

"Now, let's see. Master Draconis Malfoy. Brought this yesterday at around twelve thirty pm." She looked up and Harry frowned at her, wasn't this illegal, to disclose others information? She caught his look, "it's a unique piece. Now, would I be correct in assuming your thrice fold is for Master Malfoy?"

Harry just nodded a little like a nodding dog, feeling more than a little out of place.

"Right. Well. From our documents from both here and in France. All gifts brought for Master Malfoy either by others or personally, are all familiar in the use of White gold, silver and Platinum with a mixture of natural white and blue diamonds, sapphires and cerulean fluorite or a few outstanding purchases of Platinum and Silver with white diamonds, verdant tourmaline and emeralds. Currently we only have one collection in the blue and silver and three in the green and silver." To make her point she floated over the boxes containing the goods and Harry couldn't help but stand there thinking he was in way over his head.

The collection that caught his eye instantly was of course the blue one. An ornate, large white ring inlaid with strips of different blues and with three large clear diamonds in a line down the middle. Next to that was a simple thick bracelet that was a silver lattice with strips of different blues across it with singular diamonds joining them in a diagonal front. A pair of cufflinks shared the same design and finally a simple diamond cord necklace had an amalgamation of the ring, the bracelet and the cufflinks all together in a pendant at the end.

"How much is it?" Harry asked tentatively

"600 galleons." she stated calmly whilst Harry blanched and felt the colour drain from his face.

"How much?" He squeaked, his throat going dry.

"600 galleons, for the whole four piece set, including the cufflinks which in effect are two separate pieces and the ring which splits into three and can be alternated. It is additionally a unique piece."

Harry sighed. Rubbing his hands through his old wiry hair. Wondering how he got himself into this whole expensive mess and bemoaning his situation until his mind was filled with the potential look Draco may give when he received the gift.

"Mr Potter." The woman's voice pulled him out of his reverie and he looked at her shocked that she had realized his appearance…because he didn't stand out that much. Judging his look she pointed to her forehead and he figured his scar must have been showing. "Whilst technically we're not supposed to disclose any personal information about any of our customers with the exception of purchasing the most suitable of gifts for them. Let me say that yesterday at around the time of twelve thirty pm, a blonde haired man with silver eyes, when purchasing a gift for a future fiancée, took particular interest in this set to adjoin the rest of his collection."

"I'll buy it." He announced much to loud, so much so that a small weedy little pureblood couple that had just entered the shop gave him a disturbed look.

"Brilliant!" She responded as she would -after making a super sale closing the box and wrapping it in a similar paper wrap to Harry's own with her wand less magic but this time in a rose alternative with an oversized silver bow. "Now, as you probably have figured. We do keep documents and history of all our customers. So what name would you like written down?"

"Peverell." The woman didn't even bat a lash; she just wrote it down, took the money and passed him his gift. Simple.

By the time that he got back it was late enough to be dinner time, so he hid his watch quickly in his chest in their room before heading down to dinner with Draco's present in tow.

Ron was thankfully sat elsewhere but the four were happily eating together discussing simple things when he walked up and slid in next to Draco opposite the other three.

"Evening." He greeted and the others nodded and greeted him back, Pansy and Blaise eying up the gift under his arm with sly faces, Hermione looking a little out of it and Draco being a little oblivious in his own cute little way until he actually turned to Harry and then the gift, his silver eyes expanding and shining in tentative delight.

"This is for you." Harry practically purred receiving raised eyebrow looks from the two other Slytherins and Hermione, while Draco however was completely oblivious…as ever, to enraptured with the gift he had practically snatched from Harry's grasp and was rapidly yet carefully unwrapping the paper.

He gasped his perfectly manicure hands coming up to cover the delighted grin which his shining eyes easily gave away. The black haired male suddenly felt amazingly smug, suddenly praising his earlier self for splashing out on the lavish gift.

"Well?" Pansy drawled at her blonde haired friend who managed to wrench his eyes from his gift and he removed his hands from his mouth showing his lips which were drawn into a devious smirk, he pushed shut the lid. Blinking languidly and leaning forward a little.

"Guess?" The word rolled off his tongue like the raven haired girl rolled her eyes and Blaise let out a humoured snort and Hermione looked at Harry with a soft smile…not that he noticed -he was enraptured in all things Draco.

"Hmmm, something nice?"

"Of course something nice… Now guess!" a wide smile broke the taut smirk uncontrollably as Draco commanded her to guess properly.

"Something Shiny… Something Expensive… okay come on now, what?"

"Favolé." He barely whispered and Slytherin eyes and Hermione's flicked to Harry momentarily as the blonde turned the whole box around and presented his lavish gift.

"Wow Draco, how amazing." Pansy drawled only in a slightly patronizing way.

"Oh shush, just because I have been brought such an amazing present." Draco drawled in a tone that still managed to outdo the other Slytherin's sarcasm

"Yeah, to add to your massive collection." Blaise said looking up at the ceiling and Pansy snickered.

"One can never have enough Favolé." Draco stated coolly, gently closing the box and patting its lid gently. "But all good gifts aside, has he giving any inclination as to seeing me soon?" Draco asked turning to Harry and putting him dead on the spot and unable to answer… so he just gaped like a fish.

Actually that wasn't even a cliff-hanger end, it was kind of anticlimactic I feel, but the less than twenty word chapter summary was:

Harry is aided by Snape and buys Draco a super pricy gift and becomes smug until… (Then plot bunny screams next chapter)

So as you can see, when it ends, it ends. u_u

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