After Draco had borrowed some lady clothes from his friend Pansy, who was about the same size than Harry, they flowed to the Leaky Cauldron, where a blushing Harriet was catcalled even though Draco was scowling at any man that dared look at his girlfriend. Then they made their way to Diagon Alley.

Harry was about to enter Madame Malkins, but Draco didn't stop.

"For you , my love, these clothes are not good enough! We are going to the finest tailor that could be found in the country."

Harry just shrugged. After all, what did she knew about woman clothing? She had always liked the way Ginny was dressed, but it was because she loved her, and didn't care about what she was wearing. Thinking of Ginny made her heart heavy, so she tried to get distracted from this thought.

"Tell me then, Drake, where are we going?"

"Have you ever heard about the D'Armand family?"

"The who?"

"D'Armand. It's one of the oldest French families, and they have been the best European (at least!) tailors since the Middle Ages. A bit like Ollivanders for our wands. They have a shop in La Traversière (the Parisian Diagon Alley), but two siblings and their spouses decided to open a shop in Diagon Alley a few years ago. Believe me, you won't find such fine clothes somewhere else in the United Kingdom. And only the richest can afford it. So that's why we are going there. Only the best can fit you!"

Harry recognised the usual enthusiasm that Draco put in anything related to shopping, and decided that it was worth a try, even if, due to where she grew up, she never had the need to have the best clothes that could be made, French or not.

But when they arrived, she had to admit that the front of the shop was indeed enticing. It was decorated with an extremely good taste, to the point that the shops around seemed really ordinary, almost vulgar. Harry hesitated to put a feet in it, but Draco grabbed her arm, and pulled her gently. He then greeted the shopkeeper, a middle-aged woman.

"Bonjour Madame Luthier (her husband's name)! Comment allez-vous?"(Hello Madame Luthier ! How are you ?) He then kissed her hand.

"Bien, bien, Monsieur Malfoy! Que puis-je faire pour vous aujourd'hui ?" (Quite well, Mr Malfoy ! What can I do for you today?) "Oh mais je manque à tous mes devoirs ! (Oh but I fail in my duties !) Who is this lovely lady with you?"

"This is my girlfriend, Harriet. Harriet, this is Madame Luthier, one of the owner of the shop."

Madame Luthier curtseyed perfectly, while Harry tried awkwardly to imitate her. He blushed a bit, but the woman smiled warmly at her.

"How are you miss Harriet? I'm glad to know the girlfriend of such a fine young man!"

"Hum... I'm well, thank you Madame."

Draco took things in his hands again.

"You see Madame, Harriet, huh, lost some of her things during a travel, and clothes in particular. Could you...?"

"Of course! It would be a pleasure! Do you want just a few clothes until miss Harriet received hers from her home, or do you need a whole wardrobe?"

"A whole wardrobe. On my account of course!"

"Naturally, Mister Malfoy, naturally!"

Before Harry had the time to protest, the woman had taken her behind a curtain, and called someone else.

"Catherine! Tu peux venir m'aider s'il te plait?" (Could you come and help me please ?)

" J'arrive ! (I'm coming). Oh ! Hello sir! What do you need Laure?"

"Young Mister Malfoy here need a complete wardrobe for his girlfriend there?" She showed the curtain. Could you go and fetch some clothes?"

"Alright! I'm coming back!" Catherine went to Harriet, so as to take her measures.

"This is my nephew, sir. She has a very good eye, and will find just what would fit your lady."

Indeed, a few minutes later, the young woman came back with an exquisite choice of clothes, from dress robes to panties. She disappeared behind the curtain with her aunt, and the started to make Harriet try it.

"Are you sure that I could wear that? I mean it's so nice! I can't wear it like that!"

"But Miss Harriet, it's just a casual gown!"

"Casual? You call it casual? But what's formal then?"

"You'll see later! Now put this on, and show it to your boyfriend!"

A minute later, Harry emerged from behind the curtain, and Draco's eyes when wide as saucers.

"What? You don't like it?"

"Are you kidding? You are amazing, love!"

Indeed, she was wearing a simple, but gorgeous gown, all made in silk, showing just what was needed of her curves, in the exact emerald colour of her eyes. All in all, Harry had never been so gorgeous and well dressed, but he was nervous about it.

"Are you sure?"

"Just look in the mirror miss!"

Catherine was holding a mirror on front of her, and as she looked in it, Harry saw a stranger. A pretty, well dressed, and classy stranger, but still a stranger. But as she looked in Draco's eyes, the love and admiration in it was all she needed to be convinced. Even if...

"But what if I tear it? I would never forgive myself!"

"Don't worry miss! They have some unbreakable spells on all of our clothes, so it's really hard to tear them."

"Oh! Ok then!"

"They went on like that, and three hours later, Harriet had more clothes that she had ever had during her whole previous life. She was happy, because they were all so gorgeous and tasty, but she didn't have one in her favourite colour: red. She was arguing with Draco about that, but she couldn't make him agree.

"Oh please Drake! Only one! You know how much I love it! Just one, please! Please!"

She looked at him with puppy eyes, and he agreed...more or less. He went to Catherine, and asked her to find something that wouldn't clash to much with Harriet's eyes. Catherine eyed her carefully, and went at the back of the stock, and came back grinning. She was carrying something in her arms. She removed the protection, and Harry couldn't help but whistle at the sight. It was a Chinese tunic that reached mid-thigh, in deep red, with embroideries all other. She immediately said "I want it".

So Draco had no other choice but accept, after Harry tried it on. She was really cute in it, and it was casual enough for her likening. Its seemed that she had got enough clothes for the season, according to Draco, which meant that according to Harry, such a wardrobe should last ten years...at least. She was about to ask how much she owned the shopkeeper, but Draco was faster.

"Same as usual, Madame Luthier. Please give me the bill so I can sign it for the bank."

"Certainly, Monsieur Malfoy, certainly."

Harry was about to say that she was perfectly able to pay herself, but the glare Draco sent her remembered her how much...old-fashioned... the wizardring world was sometimes. So she just let go, and promised to herself that she would talk about it with Draco later. Harriet kept a casual dress on her, and Draco arranged the rest of the clothes to be delivered at the Manor...as usual.

So they left the shop, after Madame Luthier said goodbye to them and how pleased she had been to deal with them, and Draco took her to another shop. Harry tried to protest, but Draco pointed a finger at her shoes. They were not what you could call ladylike. More like an old pair of snickers magically modified to look like nice shoes. Still they look old and dirty ( 'but comfortable, that's the thing' thought Harry). Besides it was the only shoes that Harry possessed, with a boots, and tongs for the summer. Harry sighed, and let Draco pushed her in an other shop, with a strong smell of leather. A blond and tall woman appeared behind a counter, and smiled broadly at Draco.

"Ah, mister Malfoy, how nice to see you! Oh, and who could be this fine young lady? Oh my dear, look at your shoes! It was about time you come here!"

Harry staid there, not knowing how to react at the upbeat woman, and nervously clutched Draco's arm. He smiled comfortingly at her, then adressed the woman.

"Hello, Mrs Muschio. It's nice to see you too! This is my fiancée Harriet, and Harriet this is Mrs Muschio, the wife of the Italian shoemaker who opened the shop here. And if we are here, Mrs Muschio, it's because Harriet lost some of her belongings during a travel, and want to replace them." Draco squeezed Harry's hand to make sure she wouldn't contradict him.

She looked uncertain, but luckily the shopkeeper didn't seem to notice it, as she was already sorting out shoes that could suit Harriet. Soon the young woman was on a stool, with the lady measuring, palpating, trying... while talking to herself. "Ok there, brown... nice", "Not a flat foot, good"... "Mine, mine! What a foot!" Indeed Harry's feet, to her shame, were still the size of her man's self, tough more graceful. Yet even if they were a bit small for a man, they were big for a woman. But thanks to the woman's piercing eyes, Harriet soon found herself with three pairs of city shoes, in different colours to go with all her clothes, one pair of snickers (brand new and feminine these ones), two pairs of slippers, two pairs of inside house ( 'when you receive guests', explained Draco), two pairs of strappy sandals without feels, three pairs of high heels in different colours and size, one pair of knee-high boots, and one of thigh-high boots. At least four other pairs were to be specially made (at a high cost of course!) then delivered later at the Manor. They left the shop, and Harry thought once more that he was free when Draco led her to a nice restaurant. But after, Harry received the final blow, and let's say he was absolutely unhappy about it.

"No, no and no! There is no way and you know it!"

"But darling, you have to! It's a part of being a woman!"

"But Drake..."

"No, no! I don't want more discussion! If the other women do it, you can too."

So Draco grabbed Harriet and led her to the beautician shop. There Harry had all the hair from her legs removed, her eyebrows redefined, her skin cleaned, as well as her nails, and they applied some make-up on her face. The shopkeeper was also a hair dresser, and he managed to give some style to Harriet's hair. Actually it was more easy now that her hair was quite long, and with a dress, shoes and hair framing her face, Harriet was really a sight. Draco almost lost control on hi knees, thinking how much he could love that girl. He gave a generous backsheesh to the guy who took care of Harry, and they left.

Harry wanted to go back home as soon as possible, but Draco had one more thing to buy. Harry refused to enter another shop, so she waited for him by the shop. As She was started to get bored, she noticed Hermione walking by the street. She was about to call her to chat a bit, but she noticed Ginny walking by her. She had red eyes, as she had just cried. Harry hid from them, feeling guilty, and realising for the first time what Ginny had said to him-her, before he-she left. 'I never really gave her a chance! How horrible that makes me? But I love Draco! And I thought I loved Ginny too! Actually...I think I still love her...a bit... a lot! But she rejected me! But I rejected her!' Harry was still lost in her thought when Draco came out of the shop. He offered his arm to Harry, and she took by his presence.

'That's what I need! Someone to take care of me! I'm horrible! I'm too selfish to think of someone else first! I still love Ginny! But I love Draco, and he is ready to give me what I need! And I can't do it for Gin! I'll let her go! I must not think about her, not like that! She would be to sad with me, and I wouldn't even be able to give her the family she has always wanted...now! Maybe she is right...I've chosen...but my heart hurts! But she has to live her life! Do you hear me Gin? Be free of me! I will never be able to give you all what you need! Find yourself someone nice! And please forgive me the pain I put you through! Farewell beautiful, and be happy without me!"

But as he was thinking that, his heart refused to agree with his head, and the pain resulting made him realised that it was easier said than done.

A/N: I know I know!

I can apologise all night, it won't cover the fact that it has been seven months. However I'm back again, and if you don't want to wait another seven months, well, you know what to do: review, please!

And by the way, enjoy the chapter! Already done? Good then!