Before Harry and Draco could walk out into the afternoon sun, they had to
do something about their appearance.
"Harry, we can't go out into Diagon Alley!" Draco said grabbing Harry's upper arm.
"Why not?"
"Well, look at us!"
"What about it?"
"We're the two most famous... if not sexiest... blokes in the Wizarding world."
"What's your point, Draco?"
Draco sighed at Harry's obliviousness. "Harry, your naivety is quite adorable, but please understand the words coming from lips."
Harry looked at him and simply nodded.
"As I was saying, we're very noticeable in the Wizarding World... your scar and my beautiful hair... it's all so noticeable."
The light bulb in Harry's mind went off, "Oooh. I get it now. So, what are we going to do? I'm not even allowed to use my wand."
"A glamour charm. I'll just change our appearance...well, not really change them, but you know."
"No, I don't know. Explain."
"There's a charm that will alter the way our faces look. To other people, it looks as if you are someone else, but if you look in the mirror you'll see... you."
Harry replied, "Oh. Okay. Then work your magic Draco."
Draco raised his wand and said a few spells, first on Harry and then on himself.
To the eye, Harry now had dark, honey blond hair, and his eyes turned brown. His scar was no longer visible either. Draco's hair turned a light brown and his eyes into a deep blue.
Draco put his wand away, "There. I'm all done."
"Then lets get going!" Harry grabbed Draco by the hand and led him out.
The afternoon air was warm and inviting when Draco led Harry on their shopping expedition.
The first shop was very big. Draco said Harry needed more dress robes...well, nicer ones anyway. Draco had picked out four dress robes. Harry had to admit that Draco did know what looked good. The first robe was black with a golden lion on the back. Draco had said it was 'simple, yet elegant'. The second was emerald green with silver ringlets around the collar, the sleeves, and the bottom hem. Draco's reason for picking those particular colors was to bring out Harry's wonderful eyes... so he said. The third was black with burgundy and gold trim. Draco said he had to admit that a Gryffindor should have something with their house colors... just in case they forgot what house they were in. The fourth... well... the fourth was definitely both Harry's and Draco's favorite. This robe was made of black leather. It had silver snakes that were charmed to slither around the hem of the sleeves and on the back, there was a lion that was charmed to growl.
"This next shop is absolutely wonderful for nice dress clothes... you know, nice trousers and such."
Once inside the store, Harry could see why Draco liked the shop... everything was very expensive.
The person working at the time, which was a young woman, came up to the boys, "Is there anything I can help you with gentlemen?"
Draco, at once, replied," We need trousers in colors black, charcoal, gray..." Draco thought a moment," and maybe slate."
Harry just gaped. Draco was clothing him like a child. So, Harry complained.
"Why can't I pick out my own clothes?"
"Because, Harry, you have no sense on fashion, your colors always clash, and every article of clothing you wear is about two times too big."
Harry blushed, "Oh... Okay." Draco did have a point though.
The young woman came back with a large selection and Draco looked pleased enough... until his eyebrows furrowed together. Harry looked over at Draco.
"What's the matter, love?"
Draco turned back to the employee, "I'm sorry, but I seem to have forgotten dress shirts."
The woman smiled, "Of course. What color would you like, Sir?"
Draco thought a moment, "Red, white, blue, and black. I want them all long sleeved, collared, and button down."
The woman turned around and went on her way to retrieve the other garments. Draco turned to Harry and placed his hands on his hips to pull them closer. Draco kissed the tip of Harry's nose, which caused Harry to make that scrunchy face, and whispered, "You will look absolutely gorgeous tonight."
Harry blushed, "Of course I will. You are dressing me after all!"
"Ha...Ha. The-Boy-Who-Lived is also a comedian. Who would have thought?!" Harry smiled and gave Draco a playful slap on the arm.
The woman came back with a quite large pile of shirts. Draco made Harry try on everything. By the time they were done in this shop, Harry had an arm load of bags and boxes. Draco had chosen eight pairs of pants, five white shirts, two reds, one blue, and three blacks.
Once out into the open air, Harry tugged on Draco's hand.
"Can we go back to the Leaky Cauldron? I'm completely knackered... my feet feel as if they will fall off." Harry whined.
"Harry, Love, quit your whining. I've only one more shop."
Harry just stopped in the middle of the street and crossed his arms like a stubborn little toddler... but to Harry's dismay Draco just kept walking! Harry made a point by blowing his breath... really loud. That got Draco's attention. Draco turned around and stalked back to his stubborn Harry.
"Harry? What's the matter?"
"I don't wanna go. I don't want to shop anymore."
"But... but why? What could cause one not to shop? It's the best hobby in the world!"
"I'm not used to shopping is all. So can we please go back to the inn?" Harry put on that sad puppy face and made his bottom lip quiver. Draco couldn't resist that face.
Draco sighed in defeat, "Oh, all right... but after we go to the last shop."
Harry knew he wouldn't win this battle and acquiesced to Draco's plan.
"I knew I'd win, thanks." Draco said and leaned forward to capture Harry's lips in a soft, sweet kiss. Draco's hands rested on his hips and slowly began to roam. Harry opened his mouth to let Draco's tongue plunder his hot cavern. Draco's left hand moved down to the curve of Harry's ass while the other roamed up to Harry's neck and began massaging and knotting his fingers in his hair. Draco pulled back with a successful smirk spayed on his face.
"Well, come on Wonder-Boy." Draco led Harry to the last shop of the day.
Once inside the shop, Harry looked around in awe. 'This place is huge!... And it has everything.' Harry thought while gaping like a fish.
Draco turned to Harry, "Why don't we split up? I've some things I've got to look for. You can look around if you want."
"That sounds okay to me. How about we meet at the front desk in forty-five minutes?"
"Great. See you in a few, Love." Draco said giving Harry a quick kiss and turning away.
Harry was wondering around in a desultory manner before something caught his eye. Deep at the bottom of a shallow box was an old tattered book. It was bound in black leather and had silver writing that resembled Dumbledore's spidery style. Harry picked up the book carefully and blew away years of accumulated dust, dirt, and grime. The writing was in an ancient dialect of Latin, which had become a dead language hundreds of years earlier. Harry could only make out two words.
... Slytherin ... Diary
Harry just smiled. He had found the perfect gift for Draco! Harry thought that he could write a translation too. Making up his mind, Harry walked up to the front counter.
"Can I help you?" The young man behind the counter asked. He had honey- brown hair and pale green eyes. He was well tanned and well muscled. He looked to be about twenty-four to twenty-five years old. Harry agreed that he was handsome, but no one could match the beauty that Draco had.
"I was wondering... how much this book is?" Harry asked and held out the book.
"100 galleons. It's old, so that makes it an antique. The language is obviously a dead one because I can't read it."
' Damn! I wish this guy would just shut up. All I wanted to know was the price!'
"Here! Take the damn money. I didn't ask for a lecture." Harry was a little beyond irritated.
The man behind the counter was a little stunned, "Thanks for purchasing..."
"Yeah, whatever." Harry turned around to meet Draco, but it seemed that Draco met Harry first.
"Hi..." Harry said, blushing because he thought he had been caught.
Draco walked closer and kissed Harry lightly on the lips, "Hi yourself, love. Are you ready to go back to the inn?"
"Yeah, I'm completely exhausted."
Draco and Harry walked out of the shop and onto the street, heading back to their 'house'. They walked in silence until Draco spoke of something that had bothered him in the shop.
"He was staring at you, you know."
"Who?"
"The guy in the shop. He was staring at you... the whole time."
"Well, that's too bad for him then."
"And why is that, love?" Draco smirked, already knowing the answer.
"Because, I'm already seeing someone. Maybe you know him? He has beautiful blond hair, and pale blue eyes one could drown in. And he's very, very sexy."
"That was a wise answer, Harry."
*back at the inn*
Harry dropped the bags the moment he and Draco entered their room, then walked to the bed and flopped on it. To Draco, Harry didn't look all that well.
"Harry?"
"Yeah?"
"You feeling alright?"
"I'm just tired."
Draco looked at his watch, "We have about three hours until our date, so you should take a nap. I'll put your clothes away."
"Thanks." Harry curled up and began to drift into sleep until he felt something at his feet. He looked down and saw Draco taking off his shoes.
"You will not sleep on this bed with dirty shoes on your feet."
"Harry, we can't go out into Diagon Alley!" Draco said grabbing Harry's upper arm.
"Why not?"
"Well, look at us!"
"What about it?"
"We're the two most famous... if not sexiest... blokes in the Wizarding world."
"What's your point, Draco?"
Draco sighed at Harry's obliviousness. "Harry, your naivety is quite adorable, but please understand the words coming from lips."
Harry looked at him and simply nodded.
"As I was saying, we're very noticeable in the Wizarding World... your scar and my beautiful hair... it's all so noticeable."
The light bulb in Harry's mind went off, "Oooh. I get it now. So, what are we going to do? I'm not even allowed to use my wand."
"A glamour charm. I'll just change our appearance...well, not really change them, but you know."
"No, I don't know. Explain."
"There's a charm that will alter the way our faces look. To other people, it looks as if you are someone else, but if you look in the mirror you'll see... you."
Harry replied, "Oh. Okay. Then work your magic Draco."
Draco raised his wand and said a few spells, first on Harry and then on himself.
To the eye, Harry now had dark, honey blond hair, and his eyes turned brown. His scar was no longer visible either. Draco's hair turned a light brown and his eyes into a deep blue.
Draco put his wand away, "There. I'm all done."
"Then lets get going!" Harry grabbed Draco by the hand and led him out.
The afternoon air was warm and inviting when Draco led Harry on their shopping expedition.
The first shop was very big. Draco said Harry needed more dress robes...well, nicer ones anyway. Draco had picked out four dress robes. Harry had to admit that Draco did know what looked good. The first robe was black with a golden lion on the back. Draco had said it was 'simple, yet elegant'. The second was emerald green with silver ringlets around the collar, the sleeves, and the bottom hem. Draco's reason for picking those particular colors was to bring out Harry's wonderful eyes... so he said. The third was black with burgundy and gold trim. Draco said he had to admit that a Gryffindor should have something with their house colors... just in case they forgot what house they were in. The fourth... well... the fourth was definitely both Harry's and Draco's favorite. This robe was made of black leather. It had silver snakes that were charmed to slither around the hem of the sleeves and on the back, there was a lion that was charmed to growl.
"This next shop is absolutely wonderful for nice dress clothes... you know, nice trousers and such."
Once inside the store, Harry could see why Draco liked the shop... everything was very expensive.
The person working at the time, which was a young woman, came up to the boys, "Is there anything I can help you with gentlemen?"
Draco, at once, replied," We need trousers in colors black, charcoal, gray..." Draco thought a moment," and maybe slate."
Harry just gaped. Draco was clothing him like a child. So, Harry complained.
"Why can't I pick out my own clothes?"
"Because, Harry, you have no sense on fashion, your colors always clash, and every article of clothing you wear is about two times too big."
Harry blushed, "Oh... Okay." Draco did have a point though.
The young woman came back with a large selection and Draco looked pleased enough... until his eyebrows furrowed together. Harry looked over at Draco.
"What's the matter, love?"
Draco turned back to the employee, "I'm sorry, but I seem to have forgotten dress shirts."
The woman smiled, "Of course. What color would you like, Sir?"
Draco thought a moment, "Red, white, blue, and black. I want them all long sleeved, collared, and button down."
The woman turned around and went on her way to retrieve the other garments. Draco turned to Harry and placed his hands on his hips to pull them closer. Draco kissed the tip of Harry's nose, which caused Harry to make that scrunchy face, and whispered, "You will look absolutely gorgeous tonight."
Harry blushed, "Of course I will. You are dressing me after all!"
"Ha...Ha. The-Boy-Who-Lived is also a comedian. Who would have thought?!" Harry smiled and gave Draco a playful slap on the arm.
The woman came back with a quite large pile of shirts. Draco made Harry try on everything. By the time they were done in this shop, Harry had an arm load of bags and boxes. Draco had chosen eight pairs of pants, five white shirts, two reds, one blue, and three blacks.
Once out into the open air, Harry tugged on Draco's hand.
"Can we go back to the Leaky Cauldron? I'm completely knackered... my feet feel as if they will fall off." Harry whined.
"Harry, Love, quit your whining. I've only one more shop."
Harry just stopped in the middle of the street and crossed his arms like a stubborn little toddler... but to Harry's dismay Draco just kept walking! Harry made a point by blowing his breath... really loud. That got Draco's attention. Draco turned around and stalked back to his stubborn Harry.
"Harry? What's the matter?"
"I don't wanna go. I don't want to shop anymore."
"But... but why? What could cause one not to shop? It's the best hobby in the world!"
"I'm not used to shopping is all. So can we please go back to the inn?" Harry put on that sad puppy face and made his bottom lip quiver. Draco couldn't resist that face.
Draco sighed in defeat, "Oh, all right... but after we go to the last shop."
Harry knew he wouldn't win this battle and acquiesced to Draco's plan.
"I knew I'd win, thanks." Draco said and leaned forward to capture Harry's lips in a soft, sweet kiss. Draco's hands rested on his hips and slowly began to roam. Harry opened his mouth to let Draco's tongue plunder his hot cavern. Draco's left hand moved down to the curve of Harry's ass while the other roamed up to Harry's neck and began massaging and knotting his fingers in his hair. Draco pulled back with a successful smirk spayed on his face.
"Well, come on Wonder-Boy." Draco led Harry to the last shop of the day.
Once inside the shop, Harry looked around in awe. 'This place is huge!... And it has everything.' Harry thought while gaping like a fish.
Draco turned to Harry, "Why don't we split up? I've some things I've got to look for. You can look around if you want."
"That sounds okay to me. How about we meet at the front desk in forty-five minutes?"
"Great. See you in a few, Love." Draco said giving Harry a quick kiss and turning away.
Harry was wondering around in a desultory manner before something caught his eye. Deep at the bottom of a shallow box was an old tattered book. It was bound in black leather and had silver writing that resembled Dumbledore's spidery style. Harry picked up the book carefully and blew away years of accumulated dust, dirt, and grime. The writing was in an ancient dialect of Latin, which had become a dead language hundreds of years earlier. Harry could only make out two words.
... Slytherin ... Diary
Harry just smiled. He had found the perfect gift for Draco! Harry thought that he could write a translation too. Making up his mind, Harry walked up to the front counter.
"Can I help you?" The young man behind the counter asked. He had honey- brown hair and pale green eyes. He was well tanned and well muscled. He looked to be about twenty-four to twenty-five years old. Harry agreed that he was handsome, but no one could match the beauty that Draco had.
"I was wondering... how much this book is?" Harry asked and held out the book.
"100 galleons. It's old, so that makes it an antique. The language is obviously a dead one because I can't read it."
' Damn! I wish this guy would just shut up. All I wanted to know was the price!'
"Here! Take the damn money. I didn't ask for a lecture." Harry was a little beyond irritated.
The man behind the counter was a little stunned, "Thanks for purchasing..."
"Yeah, whatever." Harry turned around to meet Draco, but it seemed that Draco met Harry first.
"Hi..." Harry said, blushing because he thought he had been caught.
Draco walked closer and kissed Harry lightly on the lips, "Hi yourself, love. Are you ready to go back to the inn?"
"Yeah, I'm completely exhausted."
Draco and Harry walked out of the shop and onto the street, heading back to their 'house'. They walked in silence until Draco spoke of something that had bothered him in the shop.
"He was staring at you, you know."
"Who?"
"The guy in the shop. He was staring at you... the whole time."
"Well, that's too bad for him then."
"And why is that, love?" Draco smirked, already knowing the answer.
"Because, I'm already seeing someone. Maybe you know him? He has beautiful blond hair, and pale blue eyes one could drown in. And he's very, very sexy."
"That was a wise answer, Harry."
*back at the inn*
Harry dropped the bags the moment he and Draco entered their room, then walked to the bed and flopped on it. To Draco, Harry didn't look all that well.
"Harry?"
"Yeah?"
"You feeling alright?"
"I'm just tired."
Draco looked at his watch, "We have about three hours until our date, so you should take a nap. I'll put your clothes away."
"Thanks." Harry curled up and began to drift into sleep until he felt something at his feet. He looked down and saw Draco taking off his shoes.
"You will not sleep on this bed with dirty shoes on your feet."