The next day Harry found himself in the backseat of a Muggle taxi with Hermione, the busy London streets whizzing by outside the rain-spattered windows.

"Where exactly are we going today?" Harry asked apprehensively, eyeing the checklist in Hermione's hand.

"Everywhere." Hermione smiled. "First we're going to get you a whole new wardrobe."

"Where?"

"At a well-known Muggle clothing store called Ralph Lauren. The clothes there are very stylish and will make you look great," she assured him.

"If you say so," Harry muttered, turning to look out the window again.

Hermione smiled happily and resumed looking over her checklist. The taxi pulled up outside a large stone building with 'Ralph Lauren' written in gold lettering across the front. Harry stood on the sidewalk looking at the mannequins in the display window as Hermione paid the driver.

"Ready?" Hermione asked, snapping her purse shut and grabbing Harry's elbow.

Harry made a face but followed her inside. The main floor was full of shoes and perfume counters, with a set of gold escalators in the middle of the room. Hermione led Harry to the escalator and they went up to the second floor which housed the men's fashions.

"This place is huge," Harry said, looking around in awe.

"I know. Isn't it great?" Hermione gushed. "Unfortunately I can't afford to shop here, but I love looking around."

"What?" Harry exclaimed. "You want me to buy an entire wardrobe at a store that you can't afford to shop at?"

"But you can afford it, Harry. You never spend any money on yourself. You must have a fortune saved up between playing professional Quidditch and all the money your parents left you."

"That doesn't mean I want to spend it all!" Harry protested.

"You won't."

Harry rolled his eyes and followed Hermione around the floor as she looked at the clothes racks.

"Harry Potter?"

They turned around and saw a short, blond teenager smiling at them, pausing in the midst of passing over some cash to a salesman at the counter.

"Colin!" Hermione grinned, walking over.

Harry's eyes widened in disbelief. Colin Creevey? The last time Harry had seen him, Colin had been in sixth year at Hogwarts. The nineteen year old in front of him looked nothing like the hyper-active kid from school. This Colin was wearing an expensive suit with a silvery-blue tie and his shiny blond hair was combed perfectly into place.

"How are you?" Hermione asked.

"Fine." Colin smiled warmly.

"What are you doing here?"

"I work for a Muggle fashion magazine," Colin explained quietly, "so I like to live in the Muggle world to soak up their trends and tastes. How about you guys?"

"Harry likes to live in the Muggle world, too; no one recognizes him here."

Colin nodded and smiled at Harry.

"How are you, Harry?" he asked.

"Fine." Harry smiled back.

"Guess what we're doing?" Hermione asked excitedly.

"What?"

"I'm giving Harry a make-over."

Harry felt his face flush as Colin raised a brow at him.

"Can I help?" he asked unexpectedly.

"Of course," Hermione said. "You probably know more about fashion than I do."

Colin smiled and grabbed his bag off of the counter, leading them away from the cash register.

"So what exactly are you doing?" Colin asked, running his gaze over Harry's faded jeans and red jumper.

"Everything; clothes, hair, glasses, body..."

Harry felt himself flush again as they discussed his appearance, then followed them around for two hours as they dumped pile after pile of clothes into his arms.

"Alright, Harry," Hermione announced, "now you get to try all this stuff on."

"You say that like it's a good thing," Harry mumbled as he made his way to the changing rooms. He closed the door behind him and quickly stripped off his baggy jeans and old jumper, replacing them with snug, black trousers and a tight silvery-grey turtleneck.

Hermione gasped when Harry emerged, her eyes widening as she looked him up and down.

"You know, I don't think you have to go to the gym after all, you would just get too bulky. Who knew you were hiding such a sexy body?"

Harry blushed and looked at himself in the full-length mirror.

"Don't you think it's a little too tight?" he asked, turning around to examine his backside.

"No!" Hermione blurted out quickly, then cleared her throat in embarrassment. "I mean, no, it's fine."

"Here try these on, Harry."

Colin walked into the changing area and dropped a pile of silk boxers into Harry's room.

"Wow." He whistled, turning around and getting an eye-full of Harry's new look. "I see what you mean, Hermione."

"What?" Harry asked, looking between them.

"I said you were hiding a great body." Hermione winked.

Harry flushed and stalked back into his dressing room. He continued to try on clothes for Hermione and Colin for three more hours. He tried on everything, from leather trousers, cords, and jeans, to shoes, jackets, shirts, and silk boxers.

A salesman carried all of his purchases to the till and Harry almost fainted at the total. He passed over his Muggle credit card as Hermione patted his shoulder reassuringly. Once they were back outside on the sidewalk Hermione realized that they would have to carry Harry's packages around all day long.

"You can put them in my car if you want," Colin offered, "and I can give you a ride home later."

"You don't mind following us around all day?" Hermione asked.

"Not at all, it'll be fun. I could even document it for you." Colin smiled mischievously, pulling a tiny digital camera from his pocket.

"Thanks." Hermione smiled.

"You don't have to take pictures, though," Harry said nervously, following Colin to the blue BMW parked right in front of the store.

"I don't mind." Colin grinned, snapping Harry's picture once before loading his bags into the car.

Harry grimaced; he hated having his picture taken.

"Now where?" Colin asked, locking the car and activating the alarm.

"Let's see..." Hermione consulted her list. "Oh yes - hairdressers."

"Perfect, I know just where to go," Colin said. "It's just two blocks from here."

Harry and Hermione fell into step beside him as they walked along.

"Remember my brother Dennis?" Colin asked.

"Yeah, he was the one who fell into the lake his first day at Hogwarts." Harry laughed.

"Well, he's a hairdresser now." Colin smiled. "At a very prestigious salon called Toni and Guy."

"What magazine do you work for, Colin?" Harry asked as they stood at the corner, waiting for the cross-walk light.

"Vanity Fair."

"Are you a photographer?" Hermione asked as they crossed the street.

"Yep."

"Should've known." Harry smirked, thinking back on how snap-happy Colin was in school.

They continued walking for another block then turned into a door with a large black awning overhead.

"Mr Creevey." The receptionist greeted Colin with a friendly smile. "Are you here to see your brother?"

"I have a customer for him," Colin replied. "Is he free?"

"You're in luck, he just finished with a client. I'll go tell him you're here."

"Thanks, Nerissa."

Harry looked around nervously. He'd never been in a fancy salon before.

"Colin!"

A short brunette with big eyes emerged from the back and hugged Colin warmly.

"Hey, Dennis." Colin grinned at his brother. "Guess who I brought with me?"

"Harry Potter!" Dennis gasped in awe, catching sight of Harry.

"Erm...hi," Harry said uncomfortably.

"Can you do his hair?" Colin asked.

"For Harry Potter? Of course!" Dennis chirped ecstatically.

Harry looked back to Hermione for help as Dennis ran over and began to lead him away.

"I'll meet you out here!" Hermione shouted after him, trying unsuccessfully to hide her amusement.

Harry nervously sat down in one of the chairs as Dennis tied a large protective cloth around his neck that hung down over his lap.

"What are you going to do with him?" Colin asked, coming up behind them.

"Something messy and easy - but sexy," Dennis answered thoughtfully, running his fingers through Harry's thick hair. "What do you think about highlights, Harry?"

"What are highlights?" Harry frowned in confusion.

"Never mind." Dennis laughed as Colin hid a smile and snapped another picture.

"Don't worry, you're in good hands," Colin said as he left to join Hermione in the waiting area again.

Harry closed his eyes in trepidation as Dennis set to work.

Hermione looked at her watch for the fifth time in the last hour as Colin sat beside her, absent-mindedly flipping through a magazine.

"Here he comes," Hermione said, getting to her feet quickly as Dennis emerged.

"Ta da!" Dennis announced.

Harry walked into the waiting area self-consciously, waiting for Hermione's reaction.

"Harry!" Hermione squealed, eyes widening as she rushed over to get a closer look.

His dark hair had been trimmed all over with chunky razor cut ends. It was shiny and layered, and some pieces were hanging loosely over his eyes, and the top was sprinkled with a few light brown highlights.

"Oh my God, you're a genius!" Hermione gushed at Dennis.

"Thanks." Dennis grinned, admiring his handiwork.

Harry started to smile despite himself. He knew Hermione's praise was genuine, and he didn't think it looked too bad himself.

"We'd better get going, Dennis," Colin said. "Harry has a lot to do today."

"Okay, see ya later!" Dennis smiled as he waved them off.

Colin smirked as he quickly took another picture of Harry as they left, the now finely coiffed Gryffindor not even noticing.