Hey Guys!!! Do you hate me!?? I hate me! I haven't updated in TWO WEEKS!!! I'm soooooo sorry!!!! It's just the first bit of school and I was reeeaaalllly busy. SO I MADE YOU AN EXTRA LONG CHAPPIE!!! PLEASE FORGIVE ME!!
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Also I'm getting tired of typing this every chapter so lets just say that THIS WHOLE STORY IS DEDICATED TO NJFERREL!!! There, now I will stop typing that.
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Harry stood against the wall of the expandable closet that he and Draco shared. He was amused to say the least. For the last forty minutes Draco had been rummaging through the clothes, trying to find Harry something "Suitable" to wear to the suitor ball. Harry cleared his throat loudly, trying to get Draco's attention. To bad for him his lover was lost in his own little Gucci world. Harry sighed into his hands before stepping forward and grabbing Draco's shoulder lightly.
"Draco darling," Draco froze and looked up. "If you can't find anything here, maybe we should just go shopping." Draco's eyes lit up, Harry had said the "S" word; Shopping.
Ever since they got together Draco had been buying Harry more clothes then he could ever remember having. Draco said he loved to treat Harry specially, but it still over whelmed the chosen one a bit, he wasn't used to having gorgeous men fawn over him.
Draco grinned and grasped Harry's hand in his before pulling him to his chest before shutting his eyes tight. The two of them spun on the spot and disappeared from the closet.
They appeared several seconds later in the middle of Diagon Alley. Harry smiled at witches and wizards as Draco pulled him furiously through the mobs to get him to their destination. In the distance Harry could see the shop sign of "Bezcerīgs dizain", Draco's favorite clothing store, and also one of the most expensive store on the street.
They reached the store and Draco tugged open the door. Harry smile at the chiming bell that rung as the door closed behind them.
"Ah, —and, ah... Harry Potter! How nice, and I will not lie slightly surprising to see you... both, here." A tall elderly man, with a short white and black beard had stepped around the counter to greet them. He had a strong Latvian accent and was wearing a very handsome suit indeed, and had the air of a man who is more than a little pompous. He was handsome, even in his old age and had an icy blue stare. Harry smiled at the man. He had never been in this store before, but this man, he decided, was very much like what he imagined Draco would be like when older.
Draco inclined his head to the man. "Joseph, I believe your doing well?" He asked formally, holding out his hand, which 'Joseph' shook briefly.
"I'm as well as I'll ever be old boy, now tell me, why is it that you've brought the savior of our dear wizarding world into our store? If you're wondering we don't have a 'hero discount'." The man ended with a chuckle. Harry grinned at the man, he liked him already, he didn't give him special treatment, a trait that Harry loved seeing in people.
Draco smiled as well. "No Joseph, I just brought my dear friend along for some good old fashion shopping, he has a big event coming up and the boy, bless his soul, can defeat the darkest wizard of all time but when it comes to picking out matching loafers he's hopeless."
Harry made an indignant noise and elbowed Draco in the ribs. The man laughed. He stepped forward and grasped both of Harry's hands in his.
"Don't worry my boy, we'll have you sorted out and color coordinated in a jiffy! But first tell me, what sort of occasion is this?" Harry looked sideways at Draco, who shrugged and said.
"A ball. And we need Harry to be the belle of it." Harry blushed and looked down slightly. This gave Joseph a chance to look at Draco before giving him a look that held disbelief, accusation, suspicion and amusement all in one. It was Draco's turn to blush. He knew he was safe, seeing as he had known Joseph since he was a boy, and knew that he wouldn't tell a soul even if he did know what Draco thought he knew.
Harry looked back up and Joseph cleared his throat and clapped his hands.
"Well, Draco, are you going to be at this ball?" He asked. Draco nodded. "Well the, out you go! We cannot have you seeing Cinderella before she gets the chance to make her entrance! Leave at once and I shall send my assistant Leran for you immediately after we are finished." Draco looked slightly reluctant to leave Harry with Joseph, he trusted him yes, but if he knew Joseph he would come back to find every item in the store in Harry's hands.
Joseph rolled up his right sleeve revealing a small bell tied to his wrist. He shook it once and a second later a short black haired woman popped up beside him.
"Yes sir?" She asked, looking at him expectantly. He patted her on the shoulder.
"Ah Leran, yes, now I need you to take Harry here into the back room, I will meet you there in a moment!" She nodded before grasping Harry's arm in a vice grip and dragging him into the back room. He called a feeble "Goodbye!" to Draco before he disappeared through an orange curtain. Joseph turned back to Draco.
"So how long have you been dating our dear savior?" He asked folding his arms and giving Draco a smirk, which Draco happily returned.
"Seventeen months now, and we're very happy together."
"Do you ever plan on releasing this information to the world?"
"Only when it becomes necessary."
"And when does it become necessary?"
"When I ask him to marry me."
Joseph eyebrows shot into his fringe and he gaped for a moment before regaining his voice.
"So, you're actually serious about this one Draco? It's not going to end like your relationship with Blaise is it, because I may be a family friend but there are only so many nights that I can allow you to sleep on my den sofa." He said, peering down at Draco with razor sharp eyes. Draco's expression softened.
"More serious then I've ever been about anything in my whole life. I love Harry and want to spend the rest of my life with him. That's why we came here today."
Joseph smiled. "You're proposing to him at this ball then?" He asked. Draco shook his head.
"I wish, he deserves to be proposed to at a ball, I'm giving him so much shit right now and he's putting up with it. No, I've been told I have to be given an arranged match, and seeing as know one knows that me and Harry are dating, if we can get him ready for this suitor ball, then he has a high chance of being chosen. God Joseph, I love him and he loves me but I swear to god I'm the worst boyfriend in the world. He deserves a secure and... and... ABSOLUTE relationship. One where he doesn't have to worry about being left or abandoned. I just wish I could give him that now." He sighed and fell into the welcomed arms of his fathers best friend. He stayed there for a moment, his forehead resting on Joseph's shoulder.
"Look now Draco, I'm sure that you'll do the best you can and I'm sure that if Harry loves you as much as you say then he'll be patient and understanding. Look, I know what I said about the know discount thing, but please, go have a butterbeer while I get Harry all set, and I'll let this payment slide, no charge." Draco looked up at the man who had always been his role model and nodded. He stepped back and with a final wave he walked out of the store.
Joseph stared after him for a moment before the situation caught up with him.
Leran had been taking Harry's measurements for the last five minutes when Joseph walked in, clapped his hands and announced, "Now to unbury the treasure underneath your overlarge t-shirt my boy!" He stepped over to Leran who handed him the measurements. He looked at them for a moment, before he tapped a thin golden wand to the page and began mumbling. "Green.... oak.... light... no cashmere... silk...dress....ball...formal....."
Harry stared in awe, for as he recited these words hangers began tumbling from the ceiling, and before he knew it, Harry had about fifty outfits hanging in front of his eyes. Leran smiled and applauded in a very child like manner, and Joseph grinned.
"Now Harry we must begin trying these on immediately so, and I shall only say this once, STRIP FOR ME!"
Later that night Draco sat on the green sofa in the living room, reading a paper and sipping tea softly. Harry had refused to let him see either of the outfits he had gotten, telling him that he could see it at the ball. Draco had no idea why Harry had needed two outfits though.
"Draco, baby?" Harry's voice rang from behind the bedroom door and Draco looked up smiling.
"Yes babe?" He called back.
"Well I was thinking it that it was kind of mean for me to not let you see either of the outfits until the ball so I decided I'd show you one now." Draco grinned and set his drink and papers down before sitting up straight.
"Okay, come out then." Harry stepped out of the room, holding his bathrobe shut so that Draco couldn't yet see the outfit. He grinned playfully at Draco, who eyed him suspiciously. "What's going on?" He asked Harry slowly. Harry blushed faintly.
"So while trying on outfits I saw a door marked "Dreamers" and I asked what was in it. Leran spent about ten minutes begging Mr. Joseph to let me have one and all the while I'm thinking 'have one what?' but he smiled and said yes so she pulls out this outfit, which fit me well and so they said I could have it if I promised to show you." Harry let the robe slip from around his shoulders and fall to the floor. Draco's eyes nearly popped out of his head.
Harry was standing there, in a pair of leather pants. A tight black sleeveless shirt that looked painted on to his skin covered his slender waist and chest. He had two silver chains criss-crossing from his hipbone to his mid calf. A black collar around his throat that was hooked to a black leash finished off the look. Draco felt all of the blood in his body rush south as he stood and walked up to his very incredibly sexy lover.
His hands went to cup Harry's face before sliding down his neck, arms, waist, hips before circling behind him to cup his ass through the leather pants. He loved the little shivers and moans that Harry was making. He met the green-eyed beauty's gaze, and Harry gasped at the lust raging in Draco's stormy orbs. Draco leaned down and pushed his lips forcefully against Harry's. His tongue pried at Harry's lips, which opened immediately for him.
He pressed his pelvis up against the Harry's, earning a delighted moan form the shorter boy. He grabbed the collar hanging around Harry's neck.
"You-kiss-are-moan-so-kiss-sexy-suck" Draco breathed against the raven's lips. Harry moaned loudly and kissed Draco's neck. Grabbing fist full's of blonde hair, trying so hard to get as pressed against Draco as possible. He tilted his head up at Draco expectantly, but Draco just smirked. He took the leash and pulled, tugging Harry with him as Harry moaned and panted harshly at the lack of contact.
Grinning he pulled Harry into the bedroom and pushed him down onto his back. He leaned over and traced his tongue along the shell of Harry's ear causing him to shudder before whispering "Remind me to thank Leran later."
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