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When someone finds themselves fashionably in a rut due to always having to wear hand me downs which are always too large as Harry had before now it was understandable that he'd need some fashion tips. What even was his style? Did he have one? Was there anything he definitively hated per say? As it was a Saturday he decided to go to the room of requirement to find out what his style was definitively. Obviously the styles the room provided to him might be old fashioned but it was just to get a general idea of what he liked. Draco was in the shower so he left a note explaining where he'd gone with some roses he'd asked Lola to pick up for him. Right now he was wearing a simple pair of jeans a zip up top neither of which were necessarily ugly but in all honesty were boring as hell. His clothing didn't make him feel anything and he personally felt like it should have.
He loved some of the stuff Blaise and Neville owned though. I mean when Neville wasn't being ridiculously clumsy he actually looked really damn good. Having said that since he'd been cleansed he'd not been clumsy again. As he entered the room of requirement he found a shop with various racks displaying all kinds of tops, pants, suits and jackets along with various accessories. He took ages to look through each rack seeing each item for what it was. He realised he liked nice tight fitting jeans with any kind of top. His real joy seemed to come from choosing unique and stylish overcoats to wear. He just loved them and knew immediately after seeing the various styles they came in that they would be the statement pieces he'd want to be known for. He then moved onto shoes something for which he was definitely the worst offender.
He'd never cared about his footwear and boy did it show when he'd gotten married as he had looked so fantastic on the day but then the next day had put on his regular shit shoes and felt terrible. He hadn't understood why but now as he stood there in his camel coloured Chelsea boots, teal overcoat and sunglasses he really felt himself for the first time and giggled. It felt wonderful to look so good and know you looked so good too. Back in the room Draco exited and found the flowers smiling. Harry was so much more romantic then he ever appeared to be something Draco loved. It was a very changed Harry who returned to him absolutely laden with shopping bags from an impromptu shopping trip to Diagon Alley with Dobby. He hadn't known he was going to do that until the last moment. He shocked Draco as all of his old clothes were levitated into the fireplace where Dudley's old cast offs burnt and with them all his feelings about that family. He no longer associated with them and was better for it.
Harry was now standing much taller in his new outfit which he'd purchased to match the one he'd found in the room of requirements. He was wearing sunglasses and looked cool as hell. Draco openly gaped hardening considerably at the state of his very sexy husband. Harry had been letting his hair grow out as well so it now hung down by the nape of his neck. It actually looked relaxed now that it was no longer short. It didn't stand out all over the place anymore. That was the secret to Potter wild hair, just let it grow out so it hung down a bit and really gravity did the rest. He walked over to Harry and grabbed him kissing him soundly on the lips making the man squeak as he'd not seen it coming. Five minutes later now with very tussled hair the men separated and Harry chuckled deeply.
"I'll have to change my style more if it means kisses like that. Come on let's go I told Neville we'd practice flying today!" he said turning to leave as the same owl which had delivered the letter to Draco earlier delivered one to Harry. He thanked the beautiful owl stroking her gorgeous feathers as she preened and nuzzled his cheek with her head. He really had a way with owls. He often went to the owlery even when he didn't have a letter to send to spent time with Hedwig. Actually she was a bit spoiled as he had either Dobby or Lola give her some bacon each day if he didn't do it himself. He went and sat down on the armchair to read the letter.
Dear Mr Potter,
First of all let me say to you once again thank you so very much for everything. With the chaos last year I am not sure I ever got the opportunity to say it to you but if I didn't I am saying it now. You saved my daughters' life something most others wouldn't care about because she is a Veela. You didn't care about that and it amazes me every time I remember that. I am writing to offer you a job. I witnessed you telling some first years how to do certain DADA spells and although they kept getting them wrong and I found myself having to grit my teeth to stop myself shouting at them, you remained calm the whole time. I know you finish school in two years' time and I am very good friends with Madame Maxine of Beauxbatons. From speaking to your teachers at school about your level of expertise even Professor Snape said you were impressive although he did say having you in his class was ridiculous.
I realise you don't know French but my Fleur knows French fluently and would help you if you accept of course. The job would be the new permanent DADA Professor of Beauxbatons Academy. Everyone in Beauxbatons is forced to learn English since they are old enough to do so. You cannot attend Beauxbatons Academy without English. I know you will be eighteen and young but I've seen you perform and you are astounding to say the least. Madam Maxine agrees. She saw how you put your own life at risk to save one of her own and it left a permanent impression on her and of course my own family. If you did not feel like you could take the job at once I would employ you in our department of education and you could change anything in the education system here to suit your needs. Basically you can do as you like but might I advise that you try to look better fashionably as France is a high fashion place and I would hate for you to not be taken seriously because you don't look fashionable. Call Pierre my elf and tell him your answer when you have it. There is no time limit so don't worry and if you do elect to say no I will never be offended. I want you to know you will always have support in France whatever your decision and I do mean that. My whole nation stands behind you as do I. We will never dictate to you what you should be doing with your own life as this is wrong and controlling. People who do this need to go to jail at once.
Draco is a very lucky man, Harry. You are very lucky you have found one another. Now is when I say something I do not like to say but it is something which must be said. Whether I like it or not my job does mean I have to see foreign Ministers of magic often so many times a week I am away in their ministries or they come to mine whichever suits at the time. I must warn you that being Veela can have its advantages as I can use my allure to get someone to tell me the truth and I must confess I do this with all of the ministers I meet because I just couldn't trust them if I did not. It might look unfair to you but it has meant that France has amazing relationships with other countries and I wouldn't trade that for all the tea in China. I met with Cornelius Fudge on Tuesday and while using my ability to get the truth from him I actually forgot I was doing so as we had moved on to talking about other things and I was distracted. I asked him what he thought of you and his answer was stunning to say the least. He freaked out about what his DMLE head had done on the radio and said he was very against you being gay. He said he would do anything, give you and anything and or tell you anything if it would get you to stop being gay and marry a woman as all real men do. Obviously these are his words as I would never stain my lips with such foul words.
In the French Ministry we are very open minded and if someone doesn't like that they openly share it and we all move on. In fact if an employee of mine tells me that he or she does not like gay people I just put them working with those who are not gay. It does save me many headaches and those who are gay are happy I do this as it also saves them a headache. Whatever Cornelius plans to tell you I am not sure but please protect yourself as I really do feel he would do anything if he thought he could get away with it. I want you to be as safe as you can. Should he step too far out of bounds I am afraid I will have to declare him unfit for his role as Minister to all other foreign Ministers I deal with regularly. He is a disgusting man and has soured me completely against him. Good luck with your studies and I will see you at Christmas.
Signed, Jacques Delacour Ministre de la Magie, La France.
Harry read the letter and by the end of it he was openly sobbing in Draco's arms. No one had ever cared for him like that who wasn't Draco or Sirius and this was life changing for him.