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"I saw my future."
Harry blushed and ducked his head. Madame Malkin shared a smile with her assistant. "Here to get fitted for your school robes dear?" she asked gently. He nodded. "Hop up here," she urged, and he followed her directive. "I'll get you fitted in no time," she assured.
"Madame Malkin?" Draco asked respectfully.
"Yes dear?" she replied with an indulgent smile.
"Could I speak with you privately, please?"
She smiled reassuringly at Harry. "My tape measure will get your measurements while I have a word with Master Malfoy, dear. I won't be long." She led the young blonde toward the changing rooms.
They emerged before the tape measure had finished its job, and she noted how Harry was torn between watching its progress, and gazing over the clothes in the shop covetously. "There, I wasn't gone long, was I?" she asked as she retook her position beside him.
"No," he answered softly, voice shy.
She helped Harry down off of the platform and led him to the changing rooms. A few practised flicks of her wand, and a set of robes adjusted size. "They should fit you," she said with a smile. "Pop them on and we'll see how they fit."
Harry disappeared into the changing room and dutifully changed into the school robes. He met his eyes in the mirror, and let his experiences fill them. He wished he could feel as excited as he had the first time. With a sigh, he pulled the mantle of naivety back into place, a role he had been all too capable of – even when he had truly been this age.
"You're done," the assistant announced, all too aware that Draco's attention was focussed upon the changing rooms. She sighed softly. "Go talk to him," she urged, shooing the blonde in that direction. The boy smiled sheepishly and hopped off the platform, soon crossing the distance to the changing rooms.
Harry emerged and blinked at finding the blonde waiting. "Draco," he stated, holding his hand out to the brunet.
He took it. "Harry," he replied with a shy smile.
"Hello," he greeted.
"Hi," he responded, his smile warming.
"In case I don't get the chance," he breathed, and leant forward, kissing the brunet sweetly.
Harry returned the touch until the blonde retreated after a few seconds. He pressed his lips together to savour the sensation. "I hope you do," he breathed, and promptly blushed. He had not intended to say that.
Draco smiled brightly. "We might end up in the same House," he breathed.
Harry locked eyes with the blonde. "I hope you follow family tradition," he murmured.
"All right, dear, let's take a look," Madame Malkin spoke, and the boys parted. "Yes, the fit looks perfect." She flicked her wand. "You have robes of your own to try on, Master Malfoy," she said with a smile.
"Yes, Madame Malkin," he replied dutifully and retreated behind a curtain.
She flicked her wand again. "Try those on as well dear." Harry opened his mouth, then ducked his head before he retreated back behind his curtain.