Chapter 2

Draco stepped out of the fireplace gracefully into the clients welcoming area. A petite redhead witch who was sitting behind a desk hurried to approach them and greet them by their titles. The blond couldn't help but see the stark difference of how he was being treated now and how he had been treated a few mere hours ago in the future. When his Family Name had been disgraced, the witch wouldn't have even greeted them and would have gone to ask the taylor whether he was allowed to be there. What he had lost... But this time he wouldn't lose it, he'd make sure of it.

"And Taylor Twilfit has the most wonderful designs for this fall", chatted inanely the redhead witch as his Mother nodded nonchalantly.

At that precise moment, Taylor Twilfit came out to greet them looking as though he had rushed to get there, "Lady Malfoy, Heir Malfoy, it's a pleasure to have you here"

Strangely enough, the blond felt as though the brunette Taylor gaze stopped on him longer than last time. But what was the difference? He was just wearing the green robe, Blaise hadn't made any comment, so he hadn't changed it this time. He supposed it was less formal than what the older wizard was used to seeing him in. It was still traditional but the cut and form wasn't so harsh, the green robe fell more gently to the floor and the material was thinner.

The tall Taylor walked them to an spacious room, there was a model catwalk in the centre of the room and there were some comfortable seats around the end. His Mother and Draco sat down elegantly, while Taylor Twilfit asked them what sort of fashion they wanted to see. The blond Slytherin wondered why he always asked, he knew Mother would answer traditional fashion. The Malfoys would never go around looking like muggles. Maybe he hoped for another answer? After all, every Taylor loved to see the Malfoys in their designs, not only were they powerful and, therefore, great publicity, but they were all beautiful and made their products glow.

The brunette wizard nodded and went behind the vaporous curtains to instruct the models on what to wear most likely. The redhead witch came over and inquired what would they like to drink, Mother answered champagne and Draco said he didn't want anything. Soon enough, a pale blond witch (since the Taylor tried to match the clients colouring with his model's) walked through the scenario, wearing a traditional grey female robe.

The material shimmered slightly under the light and there was a band of precious stones on the shoulders, it had no cleavage and it wasn't as tight as many robes Draco had seen but it elegantly insinuated the female form. Last time, his Mother had loved it and bought it, she looked magnificent in that gown.

He looked at his Mother, her aristocratic face was blank but he could see the gleam in her blue eyes. He turned again to the gown, feeling his lips twitch upward, some things never changed. Taylor Twilfit came out, apparently done instructing the models and approached his Mother, asking her opinion. This process repeated itself quite a few times until his Mother declared it was Draco's turn, after all she had bought more than enough for the day.

The first couple of designs didn't rise the time traveller's interest, he was used to the stiff robes and he had enough of them. He wanted the perfect tunic for the Quidditch cup, last time he had just dosed in black clothing and he had had to constantly ask his mother for a cooling charm. He winced as he remembered it, the black robes hadn't been his first choice. He had wanted to go with a really elegant blue robe, Mother had seen him and told him to change saying he was going to watch Quidditch not to a fundraiser.

He hadn't had much time and could only change into the black robes, he had stood out like a sore thumb although not as much as he'd have with his blue robes. At the after-party he hadn't stood out so much but his attire left much to desire, it simply wasn't appropriate for the event. Last time, his taste had leaned towards the robes that reminded him of his Father, stiff and severe. His Mother hadn't let him buy anything too extreme and he was thankful, because now he knew they looked rather ridiculous on a teenager.

A blond model wizard walked out wearing a beautiful robe, it was a very pale shade of greyish mauve. It consisted on two layers, a thin almost transparent layer and the thicker layer beneath it that was a shade darker. A silk belt tightened the robe around the model's waist. It was simple. It had no embroidery or any other decorations. It was beautiful. He was sure he hadn't seen it last time, he'd have remembered it. It was perfect for the Quidditch cup, it was simple and definitely for summer yet elegant enough for the after-party.

The model turned around as though to leave and Draco abruptly said, "Stop"

Taylor Twilfit was looking at him curiously, he knew the Malfoy Heir's style well and the robe didn't seem to fit it. His Mother was staring at him too, surprised by his choice. The fair-haired Slytherin's style was so much more formal that Lady Malfoy often had to scold him. However, here he was, looking longingly to a much less stiff and more simple robe than usual.

The time-traveller stood up and approached the model, "Turn around, please"

The model followed his orders. Draco reached out and caressed the material, it was so soft. He really wanted it. It was perfect. He forced himself to maintain a stoic façade. Why the hell did he want so much a simple robe? It was true he hadn't been able to go shopping in ages but... Of course, in the other time he had never been able to dress in robes like these. At first, because he wanted to look adult like and felt it would damage that image. Then, when he finally wanted to give in to his craving, it wouldn't have been a good idea to dress robes like that in front of Death Eaters. The robe made the model look elegant in its simplicity, yet he also made him look... slightly fragile. He turned to face his mother.

"What do you think? For the Quidditch World Cup?", he asked.

Mother's blue eyes widened slightly in surprise, she most likely had expected to force him into a less formal robe for the Quidditch World Cup. Taylor Twilfit also seemed flabbergasted, had the Malfoy Heir's style changed? The young Master he knew wouldn't be seen dead in that robe. Draco stopped himself from nibbling his full lower lip, the silence was getting to him.

A small smile tugged Lady Malfoy's thin lips, "I think it's perfect, Draco. You'll have to get a cloak though, at night it'll be cooler"

The fourteen year old nodded in acquiescence, he'd need a cloak and comfortable shoes if the events from his other time line repeated. The brunette taylor put the robe aside and the collection show continued. Draco had liked a grey cloak, a pair of shoes which according to a muggle born who had tried to insult the Slytherin in the past looked like a girl's ballerinas, a belt, champagne robe for formal wear and a casual ink grey tunic. Once it was obvious Draco had tired of looking, Taylor Twilfit led them to the changing rooms.

"This is your changing room, Heir Malfoy, Alfred will come to make the modifications in a minute", stated the brunette

The brunette taylor signalled a small room in burgundy colours. In the middle of the room, there was a small platform where the client would stand while the taylor modified the robe in front of a golden mirror, a small table on which there were needles amongst other things and a sofa on the side for the client's company. Draco walked to the thick curtains at the end of the room and parted them, his pickings were already there some lying on the velvet bench and some hanging from a golden clothes hook. The time traveller closed the curtains behind him and started changing. He wondered whether the same as last time would happen.

Flash back

The fourteen year old scowled, that taylor was taking his time. He had been there for at least fifteen minutes! The robe was becoming heavier. He shifted on the platform watching his reflection on the Rococo mirror: he was wearing a stern robe similar to his Father's, its cut was sharp and efficient and as the material was thick it fell heavily. He looked like his Father, a younger and weaker version of him at least. The though irritated him, why did he look weaker?

The door opened and an enormous wizard peeked in, sneering Draco exclaimed, "About time! I've been waiting for ages!"

The tall and well-built wizard came in, his clothes were richer than a mere taylor's but the blond paid no notice. Nor did he notice the irritation in the water green eyes. The Slytherin huffed, scolding the taylor and boasting about how his Father was going to hear of this in the most superior voice he could utter.

End of flash back

Draco sighed as he took off his green robe and his under-robe and started to change into the mauve robe. He had soon discovered he had offended Lord Eadred Ravensdale, an important benefactor of Twilfit and Tattings, who had in revenge humiliated him at every turn and as publicly as possible. Maybe this time he could handle it better? He thought for a moment as he walked to stand on the platform, he couldn't think of a polite way of saying 'why are you in my changing room?' but maybe he could just fake the confusion but be nicer. The idea had merit.

He looked into the mirror. The greyish mauve was so pale that it looked almost white in well-lit changing room. The material fell gracefully to the floor looking light and diffuse. It was beautiful. He had to make it tighter at the upper body though, even when he tied the silk belt around his waist it still looked slightly big and it was a bit too long. He caressed his sides, it was so soft. He wondered what the material was.

The door opened and a brunette peeked in, Draco turned his head and smiled, "Ah, you must be Alfred! I think we might have to make the upper body tighter and to make it a couple of inches shorter"

To his surprise, the Lord nodded, came in and closed the door behind him. He confidently approached the blond and took a couple of needles from the table. Draco controlled his astonishment so that it wouldn't reflect on his pale face, he had expected the aristocrat to correct him, why hadn't he?

The giant approached him, even though the Slytherin was on the platform the brunette was almost a feet taller than him, standing 6 feet and 5 inches tall. Gently, Ravensdale moved the long platinum blond from his back to over his left shoulder. His enormous hands, then, with the same gentleness undid his belt and tightened the robe around him before he fixed it with the needles. The warm hands rested on his waist.

"Such a tiny waist", whispered almost in awe the Lord.

The fair-haired wizard stared down at the enormous hands uncomprehending, they were wrapped around his waist, the fingers almost meeting each other. The brunette moved closer to him until Draco could almost feel his all his back touching the Lord's front. He felt the aristocrat's breath against his uncovered long elegant neck, his head jerked up to see from the mirror that the older wizard was bending to... kiss his neck?

The Slytherin Prince pulled away, putting his hand on the other's abdomen to stop him from coming closer, his voice weak and confused when he asked, "What-what are you doing?"

The thin lips had just started to pull in a smirk when the door opened again, Wilbur Norton, a close friend of Lord Ravensdale called, "Eadred?"

"Here", simply said the aristocrat, Draco made sure to widen his eyes in surprise.

The golden blond Norton entered the room pausing when he saw the situation. A petite blond had his small hand on his friend's abdomen as though to keep him away and the brunette was smirking like a cat that ate the canary. The beautiful teenager seemed confused and it was obvious from his posture and manner that he was a client not a model. The blond dropped his hand. The blue eyed adult opened his mouth to ask when Taylor Twilfit walked into the room.

"Lord Ravensdale, Mr Norton! What a pleasure to see you!", greeted them the taylor.

"Taylor Twilfit", responded the smirking pureblood.

"Do you know each other?", asked with curiosity looking at Draco and Eadred.

"OH, no! I was looking for you when I came in, I just stopped to compliment him on his magnificent choice", said the aristocrat.

"It is, indeed, an excellent choice, Heir Malfoy. The colouring suits you well", praised enthusiastically Twilfit.

Both Ravensdale and Norton looked astonished to hear the delicate fair-haired wizard was a Malfoy and not only a Malfoy but the Heir. After a second, they hid their bewilderment. Draco smirked. He loved the reactions when people found out of his ancestry.

"Well, young Malfoy, we should leave to start our meeting. We will meet again", smirked confidently the Lord, eyeing the lithe blond before abandoning the room followed by his companion and the taylor.

-Author note-

Thanks for reviewing everyone, it cheered me up a lot :)

This story's chapters won't usually consists in only an afternoon. I just wanted to expose how well respected the Malfoys were with the VIP treatment, to show how Draco has changed from that fourteen year old that only wants to emulate his father and to introduce Ravensdale.

By the way, I want to say that I'll take longer to update because my writing is distracting me from my studies and it's reflecting on my marks. If any of you is a beta and is interested in helping me with the stories I might get to update faster and their help would be greatly appreciated!