Chapter 14 - December 4: Starting to Feel Routine

Draco

I was about a week into living with Harry when my life started to feel routine. It started out a morning like the 6 or so before. I rolled out of bed around ten o'clock, because neither of us had better things to do, and stumbled my way down to the kitchen. Harry had managed to find my one weakness, and used it mercilessly to get me out of bed. Coffee. I entered the kitchen like the undead every morning and came out of it my usual, peppy, sunshine-y self. Ha. Not even coffee is that good.

Entering the kitchen I was greeted with the customary:

"Good morning Draco."

To which I responded with my best prehistoric grunt.

"gnrrr mrnng pttr"

I slid into "my" chair and my coffee was placed in front of me. I just reveled in the smell of it for a few minutes before starting to gulp down the scalding liquid. Ah. Just what I needed. Just as I was starting to feel a little more human Harry plunks down our fight starter of the day. My breakfast.

I know Harry broke up with the Weaslette, but clearly not fast enough. Her Weasley-wife ways had rubbed off on him to an alarming degree. He cooked enough for the entire great hall and wouldn't rest until I had eaten what would have fed the entire Slytherin house. To top it all off, I am not, and will never be a breakfast person. I am a strong cup of coffee person. Harry was having none of that.

Not particularly in the mood to fight him this morning, I dug reluctantly into the enormous stack of pancakes and bacon he had stacked on to my plate. The only redeeming fact about Harry's breakfast crusade is that, well that man can cook. I commend Molly Weasley or his muggles for teaching him that anyways.

Harry, who had by this point decided I had enough food to work on for now, sat down across the table from me. Apparently he was not a breakfast person either because I never saw him eat more than a little toast with his tea and Daily Prophet. According to him, he wasn't vastly underweight so he could eat however little he wanted. I did not have this luxury.

Harry cleared his throat and lowered his newspaper. He examined me for a moment, and stared pointedly at my breakfast until I resumed eating.

"So, I was thinking, it might be time to get you some proper robes and clothes. I'm sure you're sick of wearing my things, and I think the public has settled enough for a short trip to Diagon, what do you think?"

I choked around a rather large piece of pancake.

"Are you serious?"

"Of course. You didn't expect me to make you wear my hand-me downs for the entire time you were living with me did you? They hardly fit you."

I chuckled. He did have a point. He had good amount of weight and height on me. He must have been at least 6 inches taller and significantly broader and more muscular. I was drowning in his clothes. But there was a little part of me that didn't want to give up wearing his clothes. That little part was ecstatic about sleeping surrounded by Harry's smell, felt connected to him. It felt claimed when I wore his sweaters. I might try and keep one of those without him noticing. Oooh, and some of his pajamas. Those are my favorite.

Harry

I was slightly concerned about taking Draco out in public for the first time since the trial date, but I was confident that I could keep him safe. I figured a short shopping trip wouldn't hurt anyone. As much as I liked seeing him in my clothes, I knew his Malfoy pride was probably hurting. I would have loved to have him wearing my Auror training sweater for the rest of his life, with the name Potter emblazoned across his back. But I promised to take care of him, and to me that means mentally, emotionally and physically. I am not just his security detail. I'm almost a friend now.

We hit all the usual stops on Diagon, the best of the best for Draco of course. He needed all the best tailored robes, from the best stores. I couldn't even bring myself to roll my eyes at his antics. He did deserve nice things. Especially after Azkaban, where he had nothing. I don't blame him at all.

After we had exhausted our options in Diagon, Draco surprised me. He asked me if we could go to Muggle London. He pulled his puppy dog eyes when I said that I wasn't sure and the sentimental softie in me gave up and let him go. The first thing he did was buy some high end muggle clothes, for all occasions. He said he needed to be prepared for his journey back into the Wizarding World. I couldn't help but watch with amusement. Watching the happiness that radiated from him as he tried on clothes, reminded me of something. I picked up my muggle cell phone and called a very important someone.

Draco, finally done for the day, came over to me with the biggest smile on his face.

"Thank you Harry. Really. Thank you."

"Don't thank me yet Draco" I grinned. "I have a surprise for you."

He looked at me with panic in his eyes.

"Don't worry." I pouted slightly at him. "Don't you trust me?"

"Strangely, I do, but I really don't know if I should"

Draco

Harry placed his hands over my eyes and I couldn't stop my heart from accelerating a little. After this amazing day, to have another surprise? I couldn't even begin to fathom what he might have cooked up. He led me up a small set of stairs and into a large mostly empty room. I could hear our footsteps echoing hollowly.

"Seamus?" I heard him call.

The Irish twit? What were we going to see him for I wonder?

"Harry! How's my favorite wizard in the whole world?"

"Oh shut it Shay" he laughed. "You remember Draco right?"

Seamus's voice darkened almost imperceptibly. He seemed to be trying to stay civil.

"How could I forget him?"

Harry finally took his hands off my eyes and I looked around. I seemed to be in a muggle warehouse of some kind. There were mirrors and chairs all around and strange electrical devices but I had no idea why we were here.

"Harry, I don't mean to be rude but, why are we here?" I asked tentatively.

His face brightened.

"Well Draco, I know that you put a lot of pride into how you look, and today was just a reminder of that" he paused for breath, "don't look at me like that, that's not how I meant it at all." He reassured me gently, "What I meant was, that maybe I could do something nice for you"

"And that would be…"

He sighed impatiently.

"Draco! We're getting your hair cut!"