Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
It was hard to believe that it had been a week already. Harry had taken Narcissa's advice and took all the potions she provided him with. Bonnie had outdone herself, night after night with feasts aplenty. Harry eventually had to ask her to tone down the extravagance of his meals. He wasn't hard to please, and always felt guilty that she would pile mountains of food on his plates when he couldn't stomach most of it.
Draco had become a close companion, keeping Harry company and keeping him in bed most of the time. They talked about their inheritances, their time at Hogwarts in years past and about the classes they were struggling with. Draco seemed to be doing excellent in all the classes Harry fell short in, and vice versa.
Narcissa and Lucius had done everything possible to make sure Harry was comfortable. They had even moved Hedwig into his room with him. She seemed to adore the large perch they had placed by the desk and was especially fond of the window always being open and a small pile of treats for her to snack on throughout the day.
By the end of the week, Harry was restless. He wanted to get up, to do something. Draco suggested chess, reading in the garden, studying, even offered to square off in a match of Catch the Snitch but nothing sounded like enough.
"Let's go to Diagon Alley. I'm sure you've noticed I need new clothing by now…" Draco's eyes lingered over his body, assessing the poorly fitting clothes.
"I'm glad you see reason. Although, it will be interesting you walking around with your wings and all. Especially since you've learned they're very sensitive when others touch them." He leaned back, thinking about his options. "Alright, we'll go to Diagon Alley if you can learn to retract your wings. The first month or so is supposed to be very difficult for you to master summoning them and putting them away, but once they're where you want them they should stay put."
Harry focused on making his wings disappear and Draco chuckled after a few minutes.
"Try this. Close your eyes. Now, feel your wings?" He nodded. "Picture them folding neatly behind you. Good. Now imagine them merging with your spine, becoming part of your back." The wings slowly disappeared and Draco smiled proudly. "Perfect!"
They had arrived at Diagon Alley in the mid afternoon. Perfect shopping time, the shops had all slowed down from their morning rushes. The fewer people shoving them around, the better off they would be.
Harry paused in front of the stationary shop, thinking to himself. He hadn't bought himself ink or quills since first year...he's just been nicking the ones in the library or using the ones left forgotten in the common room. Shaking his head, he opened the door and walked in. He was going to treat himself to a new quill, ink and parchment if it was the last thing he did.
The bag he left with was a significant one. It held bottles of ink in silver, gold, invisible, black and dark green. He had bought himself plenty of rolls of parchment, all slightly different shades of beige and ivory. He had even splurged and bought himself a few basic quills for class and two really nice ones. One was from an eagle, regal and black. His plan was to use this one for acquaintances and business. The other was made from one of Draco's feathers. It had fallen off one day and Harry had held onto it ever since. It had a nice weight to it, and the silver sheen was nicely accented by the sky blue vein running down the length of it. He wasn't even sure that they would be able to make it into a quill, but the owner made sure to do it quickly for him. Somehow Harry knew Draco wouldn't be upset, but he still wanted to keep a few of his secrets for the time being.
After that, Draco insisted they visit Gringotts. He wanted to stock up before the school year and Harry agreed. It would be nice to have some spare galleons so he could splurge a little more on himself. Draco's extravagant lifestyle was rubbing off on him a little. They were used to things Harry wasn't. Having an owl expert hand pick a curated mix of seeds for her to eat wasn't something Harry would have ever dreamed was a possibility but that's just what they did for their owls. Draco saw Italian shoes as daily wear, Harry had never even touched a pair. He didn't want to be so flamboyant with his money, but it did force him to realize he had sort of been living under a rock.
They both had filled their money bags with as much gold as they would hold, and decided to start at Madam Malkin's and working their way back to the Leaky Cauldron. Harry was excited to see what Madam Malkin and Draco would pick out for him, and he was even more excited to have new clothes. Draco was just happy Harry had agreed to let him pick out clothes that would look good.
The jingle of the little bell greeted them, and Madam Malkin herself walked out of the back room to greet them. She had hired help over the years, one such girl was currently fitting a young first year.
"Why, Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy it is good to see you two. I do hope your mother liked the gown I sent her for her social gathering over the springtime Mr. Malfoy." She turned to Harry and gasped in pure shock. "Mr. Potter! Still wearing those robes from two years ago? I'm appalled! Spelling them to fit you better is only going to make them look worse! Tisk tisk, we must get you in new robes immediately." She whisked Harry onto a pedestal and had just spelled the measuring tape to do its job when Draco leaned in and quietly spoke to her. "Of course. Follow me, Mr. Potter." She led them into the back where multiple sewing machines were quietly sewing along the pinned marks.
"I am the only one allowed back here, and Mr. Malfoy says you have some...special fitting requirements, yes? No need to worry, I'm sworn to eternal secrecy as to who needs to be fitted for what." Harry blushed, and looked at Draco.
"She'll need to see your wings, Harry. She's fitted me robes for mine and I couldn't have asked for a better fit. Just imagine them stretching out from your back and reappearing by your sides." He did just that, and suddenly they were there. He smiled his thanks to the blond.
Madam Malkin went to work taking note of every little detail. She even had Harry flap his wings in slow motion so she could fit him even for when he tried flying out. In the end, they left an hour and a half later, empty handed with the promise that the colors and designs Draco had discussed with her would be owled directly to Harry once they were completed. They paid and traveled down the shop fronts. They got their school books from Flourish and Blott's, as well as a few others for Harry to enjoy on his time off, and stopped at Eeylops Owl Emporium for some food for Hedwig. She really enjoyed the last batch of food that was made for her, but she seemed to pick around the beetle eyes.
They paused outside the Quidditch shop, glanced at each other and decided to go in. Neither one of them really wanted a new broom, but new gloves were always a must. Harry would go through five pairs of gloves just during the training alone, and inevitable would end up ruining another several pairs throughout the year just blowing off steam. The shopkeeper suggested that he invest in a nice pair of dragonhide gloves to prevent wear and tear. Draco happened to overhear their conversation and politely disengaged Harry from the conversation. They went to look at the other end of the shop while Draco explained the interruption.
"I know as well as the next person that the Potter fortune is vast, but please don't waste your money on dragonhide gloves like I did. At best, they held out as long as two normal pairs would have. You and I fly different from everyone else. We fly hard. Sure everyone does during a match but we fly hard all the time. I've had the best luck with basilisk skin so far." He held up a pair of glittering emerald fingerless gloves. "I'll warn you, they're pricey but very much worth it. I bought a pair last year and they only wore out over the summer."
They bought their gloves, some more broom maintenance supplies and headed back out into the sunlight. With their shopping complete, they were ready to go back to Malfoy Manor.
"Oi-Harry! Blimey mate, where've you been all summer?" Harry turned to see Ron and Hermione running towards him. Smiling, he hugged Hermione and nodded at Ron. His stomach twisted with dread for when they realized who he was with.
"Malfoy." The name wasn't said with hostility, but Hermione's voice didn't leave any room for warmth either. Draco stepped forward, his hands held up in surrender.
"Alright look. I know I've been a right prick since you've known me. But I can assure you with every ounce of my being, that I have changed. My family has personally taken Harry in, and I've come to be able to call him my friend in the last month he's been around. I'm sure Harry would love to tell you why my family was the way we were at school." Harry nodded.
"He's right guys. They're a lot nicer than we ever thought possible. Narcissa has personally taken me under her wing as some sort of long lost son. Lucius has even been kind enough to teach me a little about wizarding politics and government. And Draco has been tutoring me in potions and herbology while I've been returning the favor with defense and charms." Ron looked between the two over and over again, his face turning bright red and then going pale altogether.
"You aren't shagging each other, are you?!" Harry quickly put that assumption to rest and watched and the color slowly returned to Ron's face. "Alright, I suppose I can live with you two being friends. Don't expect me to be any more than civil, Malfoy."
"Draco, please. It's a pleasure to know that you two are willing to forgive me of my past. I'll see you both on the train to Hogwarts, most likely." The trio said their farewells, and parted. Harry and Draco entered the Leaky Cauldron and flooed to the Malfoy Manor.
With their shopping done, and Harry now slowly gaining easier control of putting his wings away and unveiling them again, Draco decided that maybe it was time to talk to Harry about mates.