After getting over the shock that Celosia was allowing them all to eat dinner at a Muggle restaurant, Harry went to his newly stocked closet to try and find something to wear. Knowing Celosia, she was going to take them to a place where casual would not fit in very well.
A frown came upon his lips as he realized there were no suits of any sort in his closet. Ron had delivered all of his clothing that was previously at The Burrow to The Evans Home, and even then those clothes were old. Harry didn't even want to wear some of them because they reminded him so strongly of a time before the war.
Crossing his arms in disappointment, Harry went to take a shower, hoping that Celosia would have enough time to either transfigure a suit for him, or to allow him to quickly buy one at a Muggle shop. All the money he got from his parents were in Galleons and the like, but he could probably get however much it cost to buy a suit transferred to Muggle pounds to pay his aunt back.
As he began stripping off his clothes, a heavier frown found its way on his face again. Celosia had bought him dress robes before, really nice ones, for The Yule Ball, but it stayed in his closet at Hogwarts, where it was most likely destroyed. She also bought him a Muggle-looking suit for his hearing with the Ministry, but that was again left at Hogwarts.
The war caused so many problems and Harry couldn't help but feel guilty that his aunt had spent so much money on him and her efforts being incinerated by a Death Eater attack.
But Celosia was an understanding woman, and Harry shouldn't have to blame himself for small trivial things like money.
As he stood under the spray of the shower, he let the water wash away his worries.
Even after a long shower, Harry stared at his closet again, wrapped in a blue robe. His wand was in his hand, and he tapped his finger of his other hand against his cheek. He could try transfiguring one of his normal jeans and a shirt into something more presentable and formal, but when he did try, it hardly turned out well. If Snape knew, he would be scolding Harry for his lack of Transfigurations ability.
As if on cue, Severus stepped into Harry's room, leaning against the doorway and staring at him. "Problem, Potter?"
Harry stared at him, then eyed his closet again. "None."
Unlike walking away like he usually did, Severus stared at Harry, before disappearing from the doorway. He sighed, thankful that he left, but in no more than a minute, the Potions Master returned, throwing clothes at Harry. "Try these on."
Harry caught the black pants and white button-up shirt, the matching black jacket attached. He stared at the suit in his arms, then looked back at Severus. "They won't fit me."
"I know." He sneered. "Put them on."
Harry froze. Him pulling on Severus' clothes that were obviously too big for him was highly embarrassing. The glare that began to grow colder that Severus was giving him convinced Harry that the man saw him in much more embarrassing situations, and after escaping to the bathroom to change, he emerged.
The clothes were indeed too big for him, but not too much. Harry couldn't help but shudder at the memory of him wearing Dudley's oversized clothes. "Why did I need to put them on?" He asked quietly.
Severus stepped into the room, and surprised Harry further by pulling out his wand. "I'm going to transfigure it so it actually fits you."
Harry's eyes widened. "You're…you can do magic?"
"Yes." Severus raised a brow, waving his wand as his clothing shrunk to fit Harry perfectly. "It shouldn't be so surprising to you, Potter. Did you seriously think I would go so long without magic and be perfectly fine with it?"
"You seemed to forget about it for a bit." He muttered then looked at himself in the mirror. He did look attractive in it. The top buttons were undone, leaving him looking formal, yet a tad bit laid back. Harry could even get over the fact he was wearing Snape's suit.
He was wearing Snape's suit.
Severus Snape actually gave him his suit to wear.
Harry stared up at the man who tucked his wand away, examining Harry as well. "Er, I can transfigurate it back for you after tonight." He replied.
Severus scoffed. "Please, your transfigurations ability on clothing is absolutely horrid." He turned and began walking out the door before stopping at the doorway. "You can keep it."
Celosia stood in the living room dressed in a tight, dark purple dress, her hair falling down in curls. Her bangs were pinned back by an amethyst gemmed hair clip, and she held a black clutch in her fingers.
When Severus walked down the stairs in his all-black suit, he froze immediately. Celosia grinned at him, looking at him up and down and licking her red lips in the process.
Vixen. Severus smirked and walked over to her, sneaking his hand around her waist. "You look very attractive in that dress." He murmured.
"You look dashing yourself." She smiled and set her hand on his chest, unbuttoning the first two buttons at the top. "Now you look very sexy."
"If you had buttons on your attire right now, I would unbutton them as well to easily turn you into a teasing seductress." Severus whispered in her ear and she bit her lip. "But then I wouldn't stop at the buttons, and we wouldn't make it to dinner."
"You'll have to be patient." She smiled and pulled away right when Harry came down the stairs. "My, you look dashing as well!"
"Oh." Harry looked up, slightly taken back by how formal Celosia looked. He cocked his head in Severus' direction. "This is his."
Celosia raised a brow, looking at Severus, who avoided eye contact.
"Anyways, how are we going to get there?" Harry broke the short-lived tension. "Portkey? Floo?"
"No." Celosia smiled and pulled out her car keys, dangling them from her finger.
Severus stared at her in disbelief. "Absolutely not."
Celosia turned to him and frowned. "Why not?"
"I refuse to be transported in that..that..thing!" Severus stuttered.
"Come now, Severus, it's just a car. All you have to do is sit in it." Celosia pouted playfully. "I have to do all the hard work."
"What, I'm not driving?" Harry asked in disbelief.
"Have you already forgotten my assignment?" Severus raised a brow and the boy looked away. "There is no way I am getting into that Muggle death trap."
"You can place all the protective charms you'd like." Celosia stepped towards him, setting a hand on his chest and lowering her voice. "You trust me enough, right? We can't have Muggles becoming suspicious. Plus, you'll make me really happy if you do this. So happy I might even pay you back once we get home."
Severus felt his breathing stop at Celosia's words, her lips grazing his ear lightly. Her other hand sneaked to gently press against the front of his pants and he cleared his throat, taking a step back and opening the front door. "Let's get on with it, then."