Harry was lying along the bench of the park when he noticed an owl flying closer and closer. He knew it was meant for him, he sat up, thinking Ron must have finally answered back.

The owl dropped the parchment at his lap, he unrolled it and surprised at what he was reading. Though at first he thought that Draco might be fooling him, but how? Why would he need some Muggle clothes?

He read the letter again and again, trying to come up some idea what Draco might be up to. He took a deep breath.

Well, it is the least I can do. Help him. He almost helped me before anyway.

Harry went back to the house, climbed up the stairs and finally got some clothes. Hedwig hooted at her cage knowing that there is a delivery to be done.

"Ok, ok, I am about to be finished!"

He unlocked the cage and let the snowy owl out, he got some clothes wrapped it brown paper and gave it to Hedwig. She caught it with he feet and flew away in the darkness.

Draco was quiet during dinner. He was not listening to his dad's talking about the raid again in the office and her mum's shopping experience in Paris. He just looked down on his plate, looking blankly at his food.

Will she like me? What would she think of me? Oh my goodness, Harry, where's the clothes? How come it is taking so long? I sent that owl an hour ago, where's the clothes… please help me, Harry!

"Draco…Draco… Draco…!"

Draco shook his head and looked at his father, "Hmm?"

"Eat your food, you mum and I are already in the midst of eating our dessert and you haven't even touched your main course." His dad said, eyeing him sternly.

"S—sorry." Was all he could say? He ate quietly, while his mind is still in the Muggle world.

Rosie…

After eating, he went straight to his room, since his mum and dad are already so bored of waiting for him to finish his main course and his dessert, they went up to their room and left Draco behind, exactly what Draco was waiting for.

He was hoping to find a package in his room, he opened the door.

None.

Harry Potter, I'll get yo—

Plop!

Yes! Here's the package! Bless your heart, Harry! I owe you big time!

He unwrapped it and gave Hedwig some water. He let her stay for the night…

He smiled widely. He was so excited to be morning again! He lay on his bed while holding the shirt and jeans, thinking about Rosie again and again, on how did they met, what did she say…I totally forgot, seeing your face, her eyes, they are do gorgeous, and finally, he fell asleep with a smile in his face.

The next morning was the first day than Draco actually woke up very early. He dreamed about her that night, they were together and everything is just going great when the sun kissed his eyes good morning. But he was not complaining, he was excited. It is a fresh new day, and what he needed is some confidence, and with some luck, who knows, maybe Rosie may like him too.

Draco changed to Harry's oversized clothes. Not knowing that this blue T-shirt and jeans were five sizes too big. The sleeves of the T-shirt swam across his pale arms and the jeans dropped hastily across his ankles. He looked at the mirror, something is not right, I do not know what it is, but something really isn't right. He pulled his sleeves right up to his arms, trying to make them shorter, but still it swam and dropped over his elbows. The jeans are worse. How can he walk like this? He sat down, thinking that, Harry meant well, but this is ridiculous! I should have known n that the shirts he has are from his cousin. He covered his face with his hands, he almost felt like crying.

Rosie!

And then, he heard footsteps coming toward him. He looked up; it was one of the Malfoys' house elves, Coby.

"What are you doing here? You know you shouldn't come to my room when the master is still here." He pointed.

"I am sorry, Draco, sir. But I want to help you."

"Help me with what? Get on with your cleaning and cooking. Don't bother me."

"Coby saw you crying, Draco, sir. And Coby is just trying to help master."

"Fine, if you really want to help, then give me some proper Muggle clothes!"

"Muggle clothes, sir?"

"Yes, Muggle Clothes!"

"Do not worry sir, Coby has something in his private cupboard, sir. I will be right back." The small house elf said as his ears twitched.

The house elf ran out of the room. At this point, it was only Draco's chance or he'll stand Rosie up. Which is something that he wouldn't like to do in a million years. And if he really does that, he may never see her again.

If.

The house elf got back, carrying red polo shirts and black slacks. Draco eyed the house elf curiously. Coby smiled, offered Draco the clothes. Draco put it up high; he stood up, trying to look at it carefully.

"Go on, master, try it."

Draco looked from the house elf to the clothes; he was not sure about this. Coby is a house elf, how could he get such fine clothes?

"Coby, how did you get such fine Muggle clothes?" he asked him.

"Coby got it from the Muggle world, Draco sir. When your Dad asked me to get out and leave for the next ten hours."

"You mean, you bought it?"

"No sir, Coby picked it up from under the tree. It was dirty when I picked it up. But then I find it rather attractive to I took it home. There isn't a thing that a little wash and dry won't fix."

Draco remembered only too well that his Dad sent Coby out one day when his Dad was so angry about the raids in the Ministry. Not only Coby, but also the other house elves as well.

Draco looked at the clothes and went to the washroom.

Five minutes later.

Coby's eyes were larger than ever.

Draco looked so dashing. He never looked so ravishing and just so gorgeous. The sleeves of the shirt were folded up to his elbows and the slacks were just right his size. He tucked the polo inside his jeans and just looked so Muggle. No doubt about it.

"How do I look?" he asked.

"You look wonderful, master." Coby is smiling wildly.

Draco looked at the mirror, "You really think so,"

"Rosie will like that, sir."

Draco turned around, "How did you know about Rosie?"

"Coby knows, master mentioned in his sleep Rosie for ten times and master was smiling. I knew right then that master was in love."

"Coby, wait. Please don't tell Dad."

"Coby is not telling nobody, sir. Coby loves young master and is willing to keep secrets, sir."

Draco smiled, "Rosie."