Alrighty, I know it's been a long wait, and I'm sorry for the delay, but here is CHAPTER THREE! HOORAY! As I'm uploading this my little one is screaming at me so I'm just gonna say that Harry Potter and Co. are property of J.K. Rowling and I claim no rights to anything and all that, it's just fanfic, so enjoy! Please let me know what you think! Ciao for now!

Chapter Three: Haircuts and Shopping

Harry and Draco had just finished their breakfast and were on their way to Draco's preferred barber. Harry was still apprehensive; hair was hair in his opinion, but Draco had done so much for him already, surely Harry could do this one small thing for him. Upon entering the busy establishment, they were immediately greeted by the proprietor.

'Ah, Mr Malfoy, welcome back. A trim for you today, sir?'

'Hello Mr Duston, no, not for me today. I've bought my friend Harry in for some help.'

'Gee, thanks Draco,' mumbled Harry.

'Not Harry Potter, surely! A pleasure sir! Please, take a seat!' Mr Duston escorted Harry to a free chair and after Draco had seated himself in the next chair, he erected a privacy screen around them, for which Harry was very thankful for. He had noticed everyone had stopped what they were doing when they realised who he was. 'Now, how can I help you today sir?'

'I don't know,' said Harry, not looking at himself in the mirror. 'Just a trim I guess.'

'Actually Mr Duston,' interrupted Draco smoothly, 'Harry needs serious help. He doesn't know anything about hair or styling, and quite frankly, it's embarrassing.'

'Draco!' Harry exclaimed. 'Come on! It's just hair! A simple haircut isn't going to change anything!'

'Boys, boys, boys. Now come on. Let's be civil here. Draco, maybe you should wait outside. And Harry, let's have a look at some magazines and see if we can find something that will suit you.'

Draco nodded at Harry and told him he'd meet him in the waiting area when he was done. Harry, scarlet faced, started to flip through the magazines Mr Duston bought for him, not really taking notice.

'Harry,' said Mr Duston softly, 'is there any reason that you don't want to get a haircut? Have you had a bad experience before?'

Harry told him about the haircuts Aunt Petunia had given him in the past, then, making sure that Draco was truly gone, reached into his pocket and withdrew his wallet. He opened it and showed Mr Duston the photo he carried of his parents.

'Everyone always comments on how much I look like my Dad, except for my eyes, which are my Mum through and through. I just, my hair and his hair, I feel like he's with me. I know it's stupid, but there it is.'

'I understand Harry,' said Mr Duston, motioning for the photo so he could take a closer look. 'So, what if, instead of a drastic restyling, we just neaten your hair up a bit, maybe see if we can make it a bit more like your Dad's? Because, although it looks messy in a natural way, I can tell that there was some serious stying to achieve this.'

'Really?' asked Harry. 'I always just thought he didn't care about how it looked.'

'Well, maybe that was the effect he was going for, but you just can't get these waves naturally, trust me. So, how about it?' He handed the photo back to Harry, who took a long look at it.

'Alright, let's do it then.' Harry said.

Draco was starting to get bored. He'd read through the gossip magazines and the Daily Prophet that was in the waiting area. He was considering going back to apartment to get a book when Harry and Mr Duston came back. Draco dropped the magazine he was holding and stared. Harry looked liked Harry, but not.

'What do you think?' asked Harry shyly. He had had a trim, and gotten some styling techniques and products from Mr Duston, including a vial of Sleakeazy's Hair Potion. His hair was still messy, but in a neat, purposeful kind of way, with a healthy shine to it. He still looked like his father, but also like his own man now.

Draco composed himself quickly. 'You look less like a wet mop,' he drawled. 'Well done, Mr Duston.'

Mr Duston smiled and shook Harry's hand. 'Come back anytime Harry. And remember what I told you. Have a good day boys.'

Harry and Draco thanked the barber again and left the shop.

'What shall we do now?' asked Harry. 'I still have to buy my school supplies, but I haven't gotten my list from Hogwarts yet, how about you?'

'We should be getting them tomorrow or the day after I'd say,' said Draco. 'How about we go to Gringotts and get you some money, then go for a walk through Diagon Alley?'

'Sounds good,' replied Harry. 'Let's do that, and while we're at Gringotts I think I'll exchange some money for Muggle money.'

'Why would you want to do that?' asked Draco in confusion.

'Because there are some things I'd like to get from London before we go back to Hogwarts, and this is as good a time as any I guess.'

'What could you possibly want from Muggle London?'

'Some jeans and shirts that actually fit, a book or two, maybe get some fish and chips for lunch.'

'Why can't you eat fish here?'

'It's not the same. You'll see. Come on.'

At Gringotts, they were greeted by Griphook, and Draco stood by as Harry chatted to the goblin. They got their money and Harry exchanged some for Muggle money, which looked very strange to Draco. Then they headed out into Muggle London. Draco stayed close to Harry, he never really went out into Muggle London, he was a wizard after all, he had no reason to go out here.

In a clothing store, Harry grabbed a couple pairs of jeans and shirts and was heading to pay when Draco asked if he was going to try them on.

'Why? They're fine.'

'How do you know? You said you needed ones that actually fit, so try them on and make sure.'

So Harry was dragged to the change rooms and tried on a pair of jeans.

'Come on, show me!' Called Draco from outside the little room.

'No way, they're fine,' called back Harry, pulling off his oversized shirt to try on one of the shirts he had grabbed. He heard Draco whisper something and the door clicked open. 'Draco!' yelped Harry. 'What are you doing?'

'You wouldn't show me, so I came to see,' drawled Draco, slipping his wand back into his pocket. 'So let's see already.' He slid his eyes over Harry's body, taking in the ribs showing beneath the muscles on his chest. 'Well, take a spin for me already.'

'No! Get out already!'

'I'm not leaving until you spin Potter.' Said Draco, crossing his arms and leaning against the door frame. He raised his eyebrows at Harry as if to say, get on with it. Harry sighed in defeat and spun quickly.

'Happy now?'

"No, it was too quick. Do it again, slower this time.'

'Draco!'

'Come on Harry, just do it.'

'Fine,' growled Harry, 'but this is the last time.' He spun again. slowly.

Draco looked at Harry's arse, his eyes following very movement.

'Are you done? Can I get dressed and pay for these now?' Asked Harry.

'Actually, no.' Said Draco. 'These just aren't right. The fit is wrong.'

'What? They're jeans! Come on Draco!'

'Do you gentlemen require any help?' asked a pretty brunette salesgirl.

'We're fi-' started Harry, before Draco cut in.

'Yes actually, we'd love some help. My friend here is in need of new, uh, jeans. And some shirts too. Can you help find a better fit please?'

'Draco, what are you doing?' whispered Harry.

'Shh, let me handle this Harry. So, Miss?'

'Oh, you can call me Shelly,' grinned the girl. 'Let's see, these are a tad too large for you, Harry was it? And I think a different colour would suit you better. Hang here while I go grab some stuff.' Shelly bustled off grinning. These two boys were quite handsome, she thought to herself. I'm glad I came in to work today.

Shelly grabbed some more jeans for Harry, and a small pile of shirts of different colours and styles; cotton t-shirts both solid coloured and with images printed on them, long and short sleeved button up shirts, and even some long sleeved cotton shirts. Harry took one look at the pile and gulped.

'Excellent, thank you Shelly,' said Draco, already passing Harry items to try on. 'Now, I don't suppose you have any refreshments?'

'Draco, come on, this just a department store, they don't have refreshments.' Said Harry, red with embarrassment as he turned to re-enter the change room.

'Actually I have some things I can bring out,' said Shelly, eager to please the boys. 'I'll be right back, make yourself comfortable Draco.'

'Oh don't worry,' purred Draco. 'I will.'

Harry tried on clothes while Draco lounged on the waiting chair and gave his opinion. Shelly returned with some cold fruit juices and chocolates.

'Sorry, this is all I could find. Wow Harry, that looks great on you!'

Draco agreed. Harry looked amazing in a form fitting deep red t-shirt with a dragon printed on the front. The black jeans hugged his hips and arse perfectly.

'I guess so,' mumbled Harry. 'I do like the dragon, and these jeans are so comfortable. And it's the last outfit I had to try on for you, so I'll just get changed back into my old clothes and then pay for all this.'

'Don't be silly Harry,' drawled Draco. 'You're not putting those rags back on.' He jumped up and ripped off the tags from Harry's new clothes.

'Draco!'

'Shush Harry. You're wearing these out of here.' He passed the tags to Shelly.

'Just these then?' she asked, a little disappointed. She had been expecting a large sale and the bonus that came with such a commission.

'These, plus all those of course,' replied Draco smoothly. 'And we'll need to see some underwear too.'

Harry spluttered. He hadn't even thought of underwear. Would Draco expect him to model those too?

'Of course,' beamed Shelly. 'Let me just take these to the front counter for you, and then I'll show you our men's underwear selection.'

After she left, Harry turned to Draco but before he could say anything Draco grinned at him.

'Don't worry Harry, I don't expect you to model any underwear for me,'

Harry sighed with relief, then turned red as Draco swept past him with a whispered

'Unless you want to.'

Of course in the end Shelly only showed them the underwear, and Harry picked out some black and red trunks. Draco added several pairs of green to the mix, complaining light-heartedly about the lack of silver and gold options. Shelly just smiled as she rang up the order. Yes, she would be getting quite the bonus this week.

The boys left and she sighed.

'What's wrong?' asked her workmate Gina. 'I thought you'd be happy with such a great sale.'

'I am,' replied Shelly as she rested her head on her hand. 'It's just, they were so gorgeous, and so happy together. I was hoping to get at least one of their numbers.'

Harry and Draco headed back to their flat to deposit their shopping. Harry made to pass Draco the green underwear.

'Those are for you Harry,' said Draco. 'A little green never hurt anyone after all.'

Harry just sighed and added them to his pile. He was discovering there was no point in arguing with Draco.

'Oh look,' said Draco, pointing to their owls. 'Our Hogwarts letters have arrived. Shall we get that out of the way now?'

'Actually,' said Harry, stroking Hedwig, 'I thought we could do that with Hermione and Ron. And some of your friends too if you like.'

'Sounds like fun. Blaise and Pansy are coming by tomorrow, why don't you see if Hermione and Ron are free tomorrow too?'

'Alright then, let me write them now.' Harry penned a letter to both Ron and Hermione and sent Hedwig off.