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I was really proud of you today. You worked so hard learning the levitation charm . . .
I’m finding it kind of bittersweet, but you should be happy, I guess, that this is your last night in Gryffindor tower. The two of us are moving down to the dungeons tomorrow . . .
I’m totally exhausted, but as I sit here writing, I keep looking over at you. You seem to like me calling you angel and looking at you now, I have to say you really do look like a little angel . . .
Good night, angel.
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The next morning, both Harry and Draco woke feeling much more rested. Voldemort had left Harry alone and Draco had only one nightmare, which had occurred early in the night. With comfort and assurances from Harry, Draco had quickly gone back to sleep. Harry, as well, had soon fallen asleep afterwards.
Harry woke first and lay there quietly for a bit, thinking about the fact that this could be his last morning in the dorms. At least for a long time. There were no guarantees that Voldemort would be gone anytime soon.
Of course, everyone else thought he was moving just because of Draco and thought Harry would be back after the Christmas holidays.
Harry knew he should probably explain to Ron and Hermione the other reason he was moving to Snape’s quarters, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. They didn’t know exactly how far that Voldemort had been infiltrating his mind and he didn’t want to worry them any more than they already were.
Harry sighed and looked at Draco. At least the move to the dungeons should be good for Draco. It would be a good opportunity to get to know his godfather better. It’d be good for Snape, too, for that matter.
As Harry watched, Draco’s eyes began to flutter and he blinked blearily at Harry.
“Good morning, angel,” Harry said, smiling warmly.
Draco returned with a sweet smile. “Good morning.”
“We’re going shopping this morning. We should get up so we can get ready,” Harry said.
Before he’d even finished talking, Draco was pushing back the blankets and scrambling out of bed, causing Harry to laugh at the boy’s enthusiasm. Truthfully, Harry was looking forward to the shopping trip, too. They went to shower and begin getting ready for the day.
Searching through Draco’s clothes, Harry realized that Draco didn’t have much that would be suitable to wear into Muggle London. Harry had the strong suspicion that Dumbledore had bought some new colorful robes and pyjamas for Draco, but otherwise had simply shrunk down a few of Draco’s other clothes.
Harry finally selected a pair of soft gray trousers and a white silk button down shirt for Draco to wear, swearing to himself that he’d be buying Draco some more appropriate clothing for a four-year-old.
Harry himself put on the clothes that Blaise had selected for him two nights before. He shimmied into the black leather trousers and put on the green silk shirt, finishing up by putting on the black boots.
Harry walked over to the mirror, checking to make sure he looked okay.
“Trust me, you look hot,” Seamus spoke up.
Harry grinned, glancing over and realizing Seamus was waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
“You’re just saying that because you want my body,” Harry said, laughing at Seamus’ attitude.
“But of course,” Seamus said, which caused the other boys in the dorm to laugh as well. Seamus was well known for his flirtatious tendencies.
Harry made sure that he had his vault key in his bag, along with his money pouch, and him and Draco made their way out of the dorm.
Harry’s appearance caused a stir among the few people that were in the common room. Hermione and Ginny were waiting for Ron and Dean as usual and both girls eyed Harry appreciatively.
“You look great, Harry,” Hermione said.
“Yeah, you have a hot date today or something?” Ginny asked with a teasing grin.
Harry grinned. “Or something,” he said wryly. “Blaise and I are taking Draco shopping today. Snape’s taking us to Diagon Alley, but we’re supposed to be going into Muggle London as well,” Harry explained.
“Sounds like fun,” Ginny said.
“I hope so. It should be interesting if nothing else,” Harry said with a shrug.
Harry slipped out the portrait hole with Draco, saying good morning to Crabbe and Goyle before starting down the corridor.
“Wait!” Hermione called.
Harry stopped and turned, seeing that the other Gryffindor boys had finally made it downstairs and were now hurrying to catch up with Harry, along with Hermione and Ginny. Harry raised a brow in question.
“If you think we’re missing everybody’s reaction, you’re crazy,” Seamus said with a grin.
Harry just rolled his eyes and turned to start walking again.
A short time later, as Harry entered the Great Hall, he realized that maybe his friends had had a point. The gobsmacked expressions on half the people in the Great Hall were actually pretty entertaining.
Harry caught Blaise’s eye and smirked. He gave a bow in recognition of everyone’s attention, much like he had in the Slytherin and Gryffindor common rooms, then made his way to the Slytherin table amidst cat calls and wolf whistles. He felt a little silly, but half the school had already seen him dressed like this and he’d rather have this teasing attention than have everyone scared of him because of the unusual magic he’d done.
“Even Draco’s never made that kind of entrance,” Blaise said, smirking at Harry.
Harry smirked back. “Sure he has. People were just less vocal about their appreciation. Besides, everyone is used to Draco looking spectacular. I am wearing his clothes after all,” Harry said wryly.
“Yes, but you have the looks to pull it off like Draco,” Pansy said as she studied Harry. “Although, I think where Draco has that elegant grace, you have more of a . . . animal grace.”
Harry gave her a questioning look, like she’d gone crazy.
“No, she’s right, Harry,” Blaise said. “Draco’s movements are all elegant and refined. You have more of a wild grace about you. You move more like a . . . black panther.”
“Oooh, that’s perfect!” Pansy squealed. “Especially with his coloring and that silky black hair.”
“Maybe it’s just the underlying raw power that he radiates,” Blaise suggested.
Pansy and Blaise were both nodding at Harry thoughtfully. Harry just rolled his eyes at them. “I can’t believe you two can say all that with a straight face,” he said wryly.
“Harry,” Draco said quietly. “Everyone is staring again.”
“It’s alright, angel,” Harry said, smiling reassuringly. “They’re just not used to seeing me in nice clothes.”
“No, they’re trying to figure out how come they’ve never realized that you were hiding that body under your robes and your old clothes,” Blaise smirked.
Harry rolled his eyes again. “That’s definitely not true. Don’t listen to him, Draco. They just think your clothes look nice on me. You’ve got good taste in clothes,” Harry said, tapping Draco on the nose, causing the boy to giggle. “Finish your breakfast, and then we can go and get you some more clothes that will actually fit you and be more appropriate for a boy your age.”
Chapter 11: Shopping
