A/N: I know it's been a crazy long time. I've had this written forever and I just had to type it. Call me lazy (I am). Really hope you enjoy and please review!!

Edit: Alright so I got a few comments about Florean Fortesques actually being in Diagon Alley. Sorry, I definitely got confused but I just took it out. Thanks for telling me!

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Harry and Draco had left strait from the Great Hall to go to Hogsmeade, figuring they would have less change of running into Dumbledore that way.

Their clothes were perfect for the late August weather; Harry in baggy jeans and a green t-shirt, and Draco in slacks and a blue polo. They were discussing where they wanted to go first.

They both agreed the Three Broomsticks was more a tea time place considering they had just eaten, and decided to start their day at Zonko's joke shop.

Once inside, they established there was nothing too spectacular there. Everything had seemed a lot more impressive when they had been younger.

"Hey Harry, look at this." The brunette turned to see Draco holding up and scrutinizing a firework. "Don't the Weasley's make everlasting fireworks?"

After discussing how ridiculous and out of date some of the products were – out, of course, of the shop keeper's earshot – they moved on.

Stopping at Scrivenshaft's Quill shop, they both picked up a number of regular quills for the upcoming school year and a few sugar quills for History of Magic.

"I honestly don't know how people make it through that class awake, with no sugar. I'll finish an entire sugar quill and still does off halfway through." Draco remarked.

"You should see Hermione, she takes notes the entire time. Coherent notes! I have no idea what she runs on, really. Ron and I have to bribe her for them before tests. I actually don't know how other people manage to pass."

Draco laughed. "I need to read the textbook before any testing. You think you would have thought of that" he said, raising a perfect eyebrow.

Harry shrugged turning a little pink. "But that's an awful lot to read. Doesn't he only use half of the stuff in there anyway?"

"Well ya, but I actually think it's quite interesting. I like History, just not when an old monotonous ghost tells it. It's interesting seeing the patterns and parallels. I can't believe some of the stuff the Ministry is doing, considering how people have reacted to the same thing even a couple years ago. You'd think they would have read a book or two."

Harry smirked a little as they left the shop. "I never would have pictured you as being interested in history. You seem a sort of 'in the moment' guy."

Draco shrugged and before he could answer, something else grabbed his attention.

They were passing Gladrags Wizardwear.

"Common." He said, dragging Harry into the shop.

"What are we doing in here? Do you need clothes?"

"No, I want to get you some." He replied.

"What? No, no. I really don't want any new clothes thanks. Besides, I don't really have that much money on me right now."

"Harry, it's on me, really I have enough for the both of us. And more to the point, I love shopping."

Harry sighed. Actually, he did want some new clothes. His current wardrobe wasn't as bad as the Dursley's hand-me-downs had been but it was still wanting and Draco's input would be greatly appreciated.

"Okay, but I'm paying you back. And we're not staying here long. I feel bad making you wait."

Draco chuckled. "Harry, believe me, it's my pleasure."

This seemed to be true as Draco enjoyed himself quite a bit more than Harry, picking out the first round of clothes. From there, Harry didn't even have choice on the clothes he tried on, as Draco chose them while he was still busy with the last round.

Harry's original idea that they were only going to be in the shop for fifteen minutes quickly flew out the window, as Draco shoved yet another pile of clothes into the change room.

He was coming out in outfits he liked, to get Draco's opinion. He emerged in a pair of relaxed fit, medium blue jeans and a form fitting red oxford. It was simple, and one of Harry's favourites.

When Draco saw him, he got the extremely positive reaction of "Good Merlin Harry, you're getting that!" Followed by a funny throaty sort of sound.

Draco was enjoying himself immensely, watching Harry try on a whole store's worth of clothes. To be honest, he'd prefer to be in there with him, but seeing the end product was nearly as satisfying. Nearly.

He couldn't believe something so simple could possibly look so incredible. So far, he had mainly been handing in things that would look good on anybody but at that moment he changed his approach.

So finally, two and a half hours, five hundred galleons and twelve outfits later, they emerged from the shop.

Looking at all the bags they were carrying, and thinking about how much money Draco had just spent compelled Harry to say, "So lunch is on me I should think."

They entered the Three Broomsticks and chose a table in a corner, so they could have room to put down the bags. They both ordered butterbeers and their respective meals.

Harry was starving from trying on so many clothes – apparently a more draining activity than he had previously assumed – so their conversation was put on hold while the Gryffindor wolfed down his fish and chips.

Draco eyed him, thinking, until Harry looked up. Draco fumbled for his money bag to pay, trying to appear as if he hadn't just been caught staring.

"What do you think your doing? I told you I was going to be paying." Harry said indignantly.

"No that's really okay, I'll pay for my half at the very least."

Harry glared. "Draco, put you money away. It's the least I can do. You just spend a fortune on me."

"For the record, that was my fathers money, so technically, my father just spent a fortune on you."

Harry snickered. "I'm sure he would love to know that." Laughing, he picked up the bags and discretely put some coins on the table, herding Draco out of the pub.

The blond had noticed Harry trying to divert his attention, and was taken by the gesture. After spending the better part of a day with Harry, he was so endeared that it was embarrassing to his Slytherin side. Well, that and the fact that Harry had never looked as attractive as he had in those clothes.

Their last stop of the day before returning to Hogwarts was for ice cream. They both got double scoops of chocolate, not really all that surprised at their similar preferences. After all, who isn't in love with chocolate?

Draco, having told Harry that it was not recommended he shrink the clothes, had to help carry them all back to the castle.

They walked into the building, completely forgetting they had gone to Hogsmeade without permission, talking and laughing loudly.

They were on the fourth floor, only a few minutes from Gryffindor tower, when they heard Dumbledore talking with Lucius around the corner. The realization that they hadn't had permission to be out, and that they were still carrying shopping bags, hit them hard and they ran backwards into a nearby closet.

Once inside, they noticed it was smaller than they originally had assumed, but still just fit them and their bags.

They were pressed together, with the bags surrounding them, each holding their breath until they were positive Dumbledore and Lucius had passed, and then let out slow exhales.

Neither moved, as they simultaneously realized how close to the other they were. Draco met Harry's deep green eyes and felt a wave of lust wash over him. Harry became short of breath as he stared back at Draco and leaned in slightly.

His lips ghosted across Draco's as he tilted his head slightly to the left.

It felt right, after having spent time getting to know each other, that they should kiss.

Harry felt a rush of blood spreading to his cheeks and groin as the kiss continued, and he felt Draco start to kiss back. Feeling the lips moving back against his was better than anything he had previously experienced. It was almost a completely new feeling for Harry, only having explored this with Draco a little.

The kiss stayed gentle, yet sexual, never crossing the line into rough. They gently pulled apart when breathing became a bigger issue and Harry said, "Alright well… Do you want to go put these bags in the tower? I think Dumbledore and your dad are gone by now…", hoping he voice didn't shake too much.

Draco smiled at him. "Lets."

The rest of the trek to the tower was spent in a comfortable silence, both faces lightened with smiles.

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Now in his office with Lucius, Albus said "Well, I don't think we have to worry about Draco and Harry getting together. Despite their unorthodox situation, they seem to be getting on rather well."

"Indeed," Lucius replied, none too enthusiastic about the current situation, but not complaining.

"However, I should like to meet with Mister Potter. I wish to know exactly what my son is getting himself into. That boy has a lot of baggage and I want to know what my son is truly getting himself into."

Albus looked at the blond contemplatively. "Lucius, you know they will be together. They are mates and even you cannot do anything about this."

Lucius sighed. "Yes I know, I just don't want to see Draco hurt. I will speak with them."

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