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All is fair in the game called love	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 29071 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Chapter List
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Author's note: And here I am with the shopping chapter LOL

Thanks to the following reviewers: thrnbrooke; Ajablue (to be honest, I had forgotten about him in the will ... O_O Let's just say that they didn't trust him well enough ^^; ); Sharebear and Madamdragon

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Chapter 6: Shopping?! And Grimmauld Place

"So, where are we going to first?" Harry asked sighing, already dreading the upcoming shopping trip.

"Don't be so enthusiastic, it might hurt you." Draco said dryly.

"You're not the one who's going to be tortured." Harry mumbled and glared at Draco.

"Don't tell me you would rather face Voldemort than go shopping with us." Draco said, slightly pouting.

"At least against Voldemort I can properly defend myself." Harry muttered.

Draco rolled his eyes, but didn't remark back.

"Don't be such a grump, Harry. By the time we're done, you will be thanking us." Sirius grinned and put his arm round Harry to steer him along.

"Not a bloody chance." Harry muttered under his breath. Then he noticed they had walked into a side street. He raised his eyebrows; he had never been in this street. "Where are we going?"

"Before we go shopping, I'm going to let your eyes fixed. It's time those horrible glasses are gone." Sirius answered happily.

Harry's hand automatically flew to his glasses. "What? But I…"

"No but's. Believe me, once those glasses and those clothes are gone, you will attract the ladies like treacle attracts flies." Sirius announced, not noticing the shocked face of his godson.

"Excuse me?" Sirius ignored the cry of his godson and searched for the optician.

At that same time, Draco was imagining Harry without glasses and with more fashionable clothes on. He gulped with the image and a slight blush appeared on his cheeks. Yes, he would definitely like the changes. Although he wasn't sure about his reaction when girls would begin to flirt with Harry. Draco narrowed his eyes: if one girl would think that she would win Harry over, than she had obviously not calculated Draco in her plan. He would be damned if someone would steal Harry from him.

Of course, he didn't think for one second that there was a chance that Harry wasn't even gay. As far as he was concerned, he wouldn't have a problem with getting Harry to like him too.

Snape, who had been watching his godson, narrowed his black eyes when he saw the light blush and the narrowed eyes.

"Draco, is there something wrong?" He asked casually.

"What? No, no! Why would you think that?" Draco asked, a bit panicked that he was caught. He didn't dare to look his godfather in the eyes, for fear that Severus would look into his mind.

"You're blushing. And a few seconds ago, you looked you were ready to kill someone." Snape stated, not impressed with the glare Draco sent him.

"I'm not blushing and I'm perfectly fine. There's nothing wrong with me." Draco answered obstinately.

"Except for the fact that you're now talking with Potter without fighting once." Snape grumbled under his breath.

"Aha! Here we are!" Sirius exclaimed.

They stopped before a store with flying glasses in the display – window and a sign that read: "Jean Lefevre's Optician. Everything you need for your eyes!"

Sirius opened the door. "Let's go. We still have a lot to do."

Harry sighed, but followed his godfather in the store.

The store was big and the walls were blue. Everywhere in the room, Harry could see glasses in different forms.

He was startled when a man suddenly appeared in front of him. The man had half long black hair with brown highlights that was tied together. He was as tall as Draco, which was six feet. Harry himself was five feet and eight inches and a half.

The man's eyes were a light brown and his skin was tanned. The man grinned when he saw his customers.

"Bonjour gentlemen. How can I help you?" The man asked with a French accent.

"Hello, we are here for my godson. Harry needs to get his eyes fixed permanently." Sirius replied while putting an arm round Harry to show him.

"Sacre-bleu! Harry Potter! I never thought I…Mon dieu! It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Jean Lefevre." The man said and shook Harry's hand, looking excited.

"It's a pleasure to meet you too, sir." Harry said uncomfortably.

"Call me Jean, s'il vous plait." Jean smiled and then clapped his hands. "So you need to get rid of those glasses, oui?"

"Yes." Sirius nodded.

"Bien sûr, follow me, s'il vous plaît. This way, come on." Jean beckoned Harry to follow him.

"Take this seat." He ordered.

Harry sighed, but complied and scowled at Draco.

"Why are you looking like that at me? Fixing your eyes wasn't my idea." Draco defended himself.

"I know, but I can't stay mad at Sirius." Harry grumbled.

"Why not?" He asked confused.

"Let's just say that he acts like a kicked puppy when someone is mad at him." Harry answered and crossed his arms.

"That sucks." Draco commented amused.

Sirius, who had heard the boys' conversation, wrapped his arm round Harry's shoulders and replied, "Ah, but he loves me really."

Harry rolled his eyes, but didn't reply.

"Bon, let's take those glasses off, shall we?" Jean came back with his wand in his hand.

Harry bit on his lip, but took his glasses off and stuffed them in his pocket.

"Are you ready?" Jean asked smiling.

Harry shrugged. "I guess."

"Cupio conspectum melium." Jean said clearly. His wand was pointed on the spot right between Harry's eyes. A light blue light shot out the wand and enveloped both Harry's eyes.

Harry felt a light pressure on his eyes that lasted for a few seconds. He blinked when the pressure disappeared and looked around. For the first time in his life, he could see everything very clearly. Even with his glasses on, he hadn't been able to see that clearly.

"And? Can you see clearer now?" Lucius asked.

Bright emerald green eyes flew up to him. "Yes. Thank you." The last sentence was addressed to Jean.

Jean waved his hand and smiled. "It was nothing. It was a pleasure to help you."

"How much is it?" Sirius asked and reached into his pocket. He was happy that Harry could finally see without glasses. He still wondered why nobody had done this earlier.

"That's four Galleons and twenty-five Sickles, s'il vous plaît." Jean smiled.

"Okay." Just when Sirius was about to drop the money on the counter, Harry grabbed his arm to stop him.

"You're not going to pay for me." He said, his jaw set stubbornly.

"Why not?" Sirius asked surprised.

"I can pay for myself, thank you." Harry answered, not letting the arm go.

Sirius sighed. "Harry, just let me pay. I'm your godfather; the least I can do…"

"I don't care. Just because you're my godfather doesn't mean I'm letting you pay. I'm perfectly capable of paying for this." Harry took a step forward, effectively blocking Sirius' path.

"Please, Harry, why can't you just let me pay?" Sirius asked, whining a bit.

While the two began to bicker, Snape was still coping from the shock of seeing Harry's eyes. He knew of course, that the boy had his mother's eyes, but they had always been hidden behind those round glasses. Now that the glasses were gone, Snape could see clearly the emerald green eyes that he had once seen in Lily's face.

Lucius was studying his friend and suddenly knew why Severus was looking so intently at Harry.

Of course, the boy has his mother's eyes, Lucius thought, chiding himself for not realizing this sooner.

"The resemblance is remarkable, isn't it?" Lucius said casually.

Snape threw a quick glance at him, saw apparently nothing suspicious and nodded reluctantly. "Yes, but that's also where the resemblance ends."

"Now Severus, you can't know that. He may look like his father, but that doesn't mean his personality is like James Potter too. Maybe you should give the boy a chance. Get to know him a little." Lucius encouraged the Potion's Master.

Snape looked suspiciously. "Since when are you a fan of Potter?"

"I'm not, but seeing as Draco had befriended the boy, I don't think I gain anything if I'm against him." Lucius replied, amused by the shock of outrage on Snape's face. Clearly, he didn't know it.

"I can't believe he did that! Is he trying to kill me?" Snape growled.

"No, just annoying you, I suspect." Lucius said lightly.

"Fine, you can pay! But then I don't want any expensive birthday gifts. Understood?" Harry surprised them by growling.

"Yes! Finally!" Sirius cried in victory. "Merlin, you have to be as stubborn as Lilyflower. It's only a shame you don't have her self-preservation."

"What do you mean with that?" Harry's eyes narrowed.

Sirius, sensing the danger, quickly dropped his money on the counter, smiled at the shopkeeper and then made a run for his life.

"SIRIUS!" Harry yelled and ran after his godfather.

Remus shook his head. "Now he has done it. Oh well, it's his life." He said lightly and beckoned the others to follow him out the store.

"He's your friend. Don't you have to save him or something?" Draco suggested, but was entertained by the fact that a grown-up Black was scared of Harry.

"I value my life, thank you very much." Remus simply said.

When they saw Sirius and Harry again, Sirius had puppy – eyes and Harry was sighing and rolling his eyes.

"Is he forgiven?" Remus asked nonchalant.

"I'm still thinking about it." Harry answered through clenched teeth.

"Well, while you're thinking about it, can we finally go shopping?" Draco asked impatiently. Only his Malfoy training kept him from whining. Barely.

"You never give up, huh?" Harry grumbled. "What if I don't want to go shopping?"

"Tough." Draco replied, grabbed Harry's hand – ignored the spark that the touch sent through him – and began dragging him to the nearest shop with clothes. "You're still going."

"Where is Voldemort when you need him?" Harry muttered under his breath.

"What did you say?" Draco asked sharply.

"Nothing." Harry smiled innocently. He looked behind him and saw the other men trailing after them at a safe distant from the blond. Cowards, Harry scoffed silently.

"All right, here is our first stop." Draco announced.

Harry barely had the time to read the sign when Draco pushed him through the door.

"Okay, Harry, stand here and don't move. I'm going to pick out your clothes." Draco said and placed Harry a few feet from the dressing rooms.

"Why are you choosing my clothes?" Harry asked, resigned to his fate.

"Because you have no fashion sense whatsoever." Draco stated.

"Excuse me? I have fashion sense!" Harry protested.

"Of course you do. Now stand still and shut up." Draco ordered. He studied Harry critically and the snapped his fingers. "I know! Wait here."

Before Harry could protest, Draco disappeared further into the store.

The rest of the group came to a hold against the wall next to Harry.

Lucius looked around. "Where is Draco?"

"He's in the store, looking for clothes because apparently I have no fashion sense." Harry sniffed.

"Has he really said that?" Sirius tried to smother his laughter.

"Thank you, Sirius for being so supportive." Harry rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

"If it's any help, James hadn't had much fashion sense either. The first thing Lily did, when they started as friends, was taking him out for shopping." Sirius laughed.

"I feel so much better now." Harry said sarcastically.

"You are already spending too much time with Draco. You are getting more and more sarcastic." Snape said without glowering.

Harry blinked. "Huh, you're right. Oh well, what can you do about it?" He shrugged.

"You know, your situation reminds me oddly enough of that of James and Lily." Sirius said appearing to be thinking about something.

"The only resemblance that I see, is the fact that I'm forced to go shopping." Harry grumbled.

"Are you still whining about that?" Draco suddenly appeared again with a huge pile of clothes in his arms. He dropped the clothes on a chair nearby and began searching through it.

"I'm not whining." Harry huffed and glared at the blonde.

"Of course. Now be a good boy and try these on." Draco said and pointed at a dark blue shirt with a V-line and dark blue jeans.

"And if I don't? You're going to spank me?" Harry grumbled and snatched the clothes on his way to the dressing room.

"Interesting to know that you're a masochist." Draco teased, while trying to erase the images that came up with this particular topic. Not that he would mind to give Harry a – no, focus!

"And you're a sadist. We make such a good couple." Harry snorted and disappeared into the dressing room.

Meanwhile, Sirius and Remus were looking through the clothes. The pile consisted mostly out of different shirts and sweaters in the colors black, purple, blue and different kinds of green. Most of the jeans were blue and tight.

"Are you only going to pick out the basics?" Sirius asked and examined a black jumper with a green dragon on the back.

Draco nodded. "In this store, yes. After we're done here, we go to the shop at the end of the street to buy things that will complete his outfits."

"I don't like these clothes." Harry suddenly whined. "They're too tight."

Draco turned around and barely managed to hold back his gasp. The blue shirt clung to Harry's chest and showed his muscles. The pants were also very tight and showed perfectly his long legs and round ass. The dark blue shirt made Harry's hair look even darker.

All in all, the only conclusion was: Harry looked incredible hot.

"The only reason you're complaining is, because you're not used to wearing fitting clothes. We have finally introduced you to the world of fitting and fashionable clothes." Draco smirked.

Oh yes, by the time I'm done with Harry, he'll be a hot sex god, Draco thought, mentally rubbing his hands in glee. The only flaw in his plan was that everybody would see how hot Harry was and there was a big chance that lots of people would flirt even harder with the Boy-Who-Lived.

But I can live with that, Draco thought. That meant that Harry was the best catch – not that there was doubt about that before – and Malfoys only lived with the best.

"I don't see the need to wear fashionable clothes. Clothes have only two purposes: keeping you warm and covering your naked body." Harry muttered and tugged self – consciously on his shirt.

Draco batted his hand away. "Stop tugging! You're going to stretch it."

"And how do I look?" Harry asked, shuffling with his feet.

"I have to go clubbing with you, Harry! The ladies will be all over you!" Sirius grinned, rubbing his hands in excitement.

"In other words, you look very good." Remus smiled. Harry smiled back and looked relieved. Then Remus turned to Sirius. "You're not taking him to any clubs!"

"Why not?" Sirius asked and rubbed his head where Remus had hit him.

"He's too young! He's only fifteen. Besides, I doubt that any club will allow his inside because he's too young." Remus replied, satisfied with his explanation.

"I bet that every club will let him inside, seeing as he's Harry Potter. They wouldn't dare to turn him down, because they know it's good for their business if Harry Potter visits them." Sirius argued back.

Remus' amber eyes glowed dangerously. "If you dare to take Harry clubbing when he's not over seventeen, there will be some serious consequences, my friend." He growled.

Sirius held his hands up in surrender when he saw that Remus wasn't joking and didn't even dare to joke with the 'serious consequences' like he always did when that word came up.

"He's totally whipped." Lucius whispered in Snape's ear.

Snape smiled briefly malicious.

"Here, try this one on." Draco pushed an emerald green sweater with a dragon on the front in Harry's outstretched hand.

Harry sighed but complied. He tried the sweater on and showed it to the group.

The emerald green sweater was – to put it lightly – a success. Everybody agreed that color really brought out Harry's eyes.

Harry had just went back to the dressing rooms, when Draco's eyes caught a black T-shirt.

Hm, he really should try this one on too, Draco thought while looking at a black T-shirt with a white snake on the back.

Without thinking, he walked to the dressing rooms and pulled the curtain back while saying, "Harry, you should try this one o…" He abruptly stopped speaking when he saw Harry and his eyes widened a bit when he saw in which state Harry was.

Harry had just worked his way out of the green sweater and stood only clad in his jeans in front of Draco.

Damn, God must have had an exceptional good day when he created Harry, Draco thought while his eyes ranked over Harry's naked upper body. He was not too muscled: playing Quidditch had given him some muscles, but they were not too big. And those abs… Draco nearly drooled when he saw them. He could only imagine how water would run over those abs… His skin had a soft golden color, probably from being outside so much.

Oh, yes, I think the word 'perfect' suits Harry just fine, Draco thought, but snapped his eyes back to Harry's face when the boy shifted. Draco saw a blush forming on Harry's cheeks and almost groaned. Why did he have to look so attractive when Draco couldn't do anything? Yet.

"Euhm, Draco?" Harry said slowly when Draco didn't say anything more.

Hearing Harry's voice made him snap out of his daze. "Yes, sorry, here, try this one on too, will you?" He said hastily and pushed the shirt in Harry's hands. Quickly he turned around and closed the curtain again, while his heart pounded furiously. Well, this would certainly fuel his fantasies.

Harry blinked at the sudden departure of Draco, but shrugged. Draco was now his friend, but that didn't mean he would ever understand the blond boy. He looked at the black shirt and noticed the white snake on it.

Hm, this is a cool shirt, he thought and slipped the shirt on. He looked in the mirror and was pleasantly surprised when he looked good with it. The snake on his back could move and was slithering to the front.

Well, this shirt I want for sure, he grinned and tried another one on.

Finally, after what felt hours for Harry, but was in reality only one hour, he had tried on all the clothes and it was decided to buy them all.

Harry was once again dressed in his first outfit: the dark blue shirt and dark blue jeans.

They went to the counter and placed the six shirts, seven sweaters and seven jeans on it.

"Is that all?" The man asked and then his eyes widened when he saw Harry. "Well, good afternoon, mister Potter." He then added, sounding as if he was flirting. Which he was doing, but Harry didn't notice it. Draco, on the other hand, did notice it – and he didn't like it one bit.

"Yes, that is all. How much does it cost?" Draco asked, his eyes cold.

"Euhm, thirteen Galleons, nineteen Sickles and seven Knuts." The man answered quickly when he saw Draco's look that promised a lot of pain if he kept the flirting up.

"Good." Draco said and reached for his pocket.

"What do you think you're doing?" Harry narrowed his eyes and grabbed Draco's arm to stop him. "You're not going to pay for me."

"Why wouldn't I?" Draco asked innocently. He looked meaningfully at Sirius, made sure that the man looked and then nodded slightly at the counter. Sirius nodded in understanding and silently took his gold.

This all happened in just five seconds. Too fast for Harry to notice it.

"I'm not some charity case! I don't need someone to pay for me." Harry growled.

"Of course, I understand, Harry." Draco said calmly, freeing his arm.

"Huh? Euhm, okay." Harry stammered, turned around to pay and saw Sirius standing with the two bags. He turned back around to face Draco. "I'm starting to invent new reasons as to why I should hate you. The first one: you can't be trusted. Second one: you're a Slytherin bastard."

"Yes, but if it wasn't for me, you would still walk around in those rags you call clothes." Draco sniffed. He grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him out of the store, the men following chuckling.

"You're arrogant, you know that right? Where are we going to anyway? I have new clothes; that's why we came here, right?" Harry asked and almost had to run to keep up with Draco.

"We only have a part of your new wardrobe. We are going for the rest in another shop." Draco explained.

"What do you mean: rest?" Harry asked annoyed.

"You'll see." Draco smiled, thrilled with the fact that he was holding Harry's hand.

"Here is it." Draco announced brightly a few minutes later and again dragged Harry in, not giving him a chance to look at the sign.

The store was enormous, was the first thing Harry noticed. There were not only many clothes–ranks filled with clothes, but against the walls there were also boxes filled with shoes from different materials: dragon skin, leather, rubber,…

"Before we go to the shoes, we're going to get you some new pajamas and some new underwear too." Draco said.

"What! You're not choosing my underwear!" Harry whispered furiously as to not attract attention.

"Unless you go commando – which would be interesting to know by the way – you need underwear." Draco smirked and went to the underwear section. "Tell me: boxers or briefs?"

Harry turned immediately red. "Can't we just buy some pajamas and shoes and then go?"

Draco shook his head. "Not before this. Boxers or briefs?"

Harry looked away, still blushing like mad and mumbled, "Boxers."

Draco nodded satisfied and looked through the boxers. "Now was that really so hard?"

"Shut up!" Harry muttered.

Remus looked amused at the two boys. If someone told him one year ago that Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy would be laughing and shopping together without trying to kill each other, he would have sent that person to Saint Mungos for a head exam. And here they were, teasing each other.

He chuckled when he saw Harry trying to prevent Draco from choosing his underwear and failing miserably. Harry pouted, threw his hands in the air and stalked to the adults. He stopped right before them.

"I hate your son." He announced calmly to Lucius.

"You learn to live with him." Lucius replied amused.

"It can't be that bad, cub." Remus teased him.

Harry smirked. "We'll see about that. Sirius, didn't you agree that Remus also needs some shopping? I'm feeling bad that I'm the only one who gets a new wardrobe."

"You're evil." Remus growled.

"Harry is right! Come Moony, we're in the perfect story." Sirius said enthusiastically and walked to a clothes – rank filled with shirts.

"You're unbelievable evil!" Remus growled again and glared at Harry.

Harry waved him off. "Yeah, yeah, thank me later."

"Moony! Get your butt over here!" Sirius laughed.

"You're going to pay for this." Remus hissed and stalked over to Sirius. When he saw the maniacal glean in Sirius' eyes, he gulped. Damn, I had hoped he would've forgotten the shop trip. I am so getting revenge for this. Harry better watch out.

"Okay Harry, it's time for the pajamas." Draco announced happilly.

Harry sighed, but followed the blonde. It wasn't like he had a choice, after all.

While Harry and Draco were looking at the pajamas (for some reason Draco insisted that the best colors were green, blue and black), Remus was waiting for Sirius to choose his clothes and looking at the various clothing styles.

Just when he was about to ask Sirius when he was done choosing, his eyes caught the sight of a pants. He grinned; he just had noticed the perfect object for his revenge. He looked around and after a moment, he spotted the blond hair of Draco, who was standing in the shoe department.

A quick glance reassured him that Sirius was still occupied with the clothes and he walked to Draco.

Draco was watching Harry who was trying on boots made of dragon skin.

"Draco." Remus said softly.

Draco turned around. "What?"

"Come here. I have a favor to ask of you." Remus said.

"What favor?" Draco asked curiously.

"I want to take revenge on Harry for making me shopping too. Now I noticed that they sell leather pants in this store. How high is the chance that Harry will want a leather pants voluntary?" Remus asked innocently.

Draco smirked, already knowing what he had to do. "There is no chance."

"Exactly! But if a certain Malfoy would, say, persuade him, then I get my revenge and you have an excuse to buy more clothes for him. A leather pants has to be in every man's wardrobe, don't you think?" Remus winked.

"Don't worry, you can count on me. I'll even let him try on the pants." Draco smirked.

"Thank you, Draco. Now excuse me, while I'll try to pull Sirius out of the clothes." Remus grinned and walked back to his best friend.

"What did Remus want?" Harry asked curiously.

Draco spun around and smiled. "Nothing special. He was complaining about your godfather picking out too much clothes."

Harry rolled his eyes.

"Now, how many shoes do you have?" Draco asked.

"Six pair."

"Good, you only have to try on one last thing. Wait here, I'll be right back."

Harry shrugged and sat down on a chair. I wonder what the last thing is, Harry mused.

"Here, try this on." Draco said and held up a… leather pants.

"There's no way in hell that I'll try on a leather pants." Harry growled and threw a disgusted look at the pants.

"Ah, come on, Harry! Just try these on, it's just leather." Draco tried to coax him.

"I'm not wearing those!" Harry replied stubbornly.

By the time Sirius had paid for Remus' clothes and had, together with Remus, Lucius and Snape, walked to the two boys, Harry and Draco were bickering.

"What's going on here?" Lucius asked surprised.

"Harry is too chicken to try these pants on." Draco complained and held up the pants to show them. Lucius and Snape raised an eyebrow.

"I'm not too chicken!" Harry protested.

"Yes, you are! Where is that famous Gryffindor courage? I can't believe you're scared of a pants." Draco taunted him.

Harry's eyes lit up with determined fire. "Fine! I'll show you that I'm not scared of those stupid pants!" He snatched the pants out of Draco's hands and stormed into the dressing room.

"You Gryffindors are easily offended, did you know that?" Draco remarked lightly, not in the least taken back at Harry's out lash.

"Don't you think you went a little too far?" Lucius questioned his son.

"No, I bet he has already forgiven me." Draco smiled.

In the dressing room, Harry was cursing a certain blonde into a volcano, while struggling with the pants.

Finally the pants were on and Harry gasped when he looked at the mirror.

"That fucking son of a bitch!" He muttered when he saw how tight the pants were. The pants didn't left anything over to the imagination.

He snatched the curtains open and yelled angrily – not caring that the group was only a few feet away, "You are one dead man, Draco Malfoy! By the time I'm done with you, not even your own father will recognize you!"

He was met with stunned faces.

"What?" He asked, heavily annoyed.

"Damn, you look fantastic with those pants on." Draco whistled softly.

"You look even better than me in leather. That's not fair!" Sirius pouted.

"Why would you…" Harry shook his head. "Never mind. I don't want to know it."

"Do you like the pants, Harry?" Remus chuckled, his soft golden eyes shining in amusement.

"No, not particularly. Why?" Harry narrowed his eyes.

"Just asking." Remus laughed.

"It's your fault that I'm forced to wear these ridiculous pants, isn't it?" Harry growled, finally figured out why Remus was laughing like that.

"Look at it as my revenge." Remus smirked. "Oh, and these pants will definitely be bought."

Harry glared at him. "And you're supposed to be my family." He turned around and closed the curtains again. This time he was cursing a certain werewolf to Alaska, while getting out of his pants.

In the end, Harry ended up with eight pajamas and a leather pants. He had lost the count with his boxers.

"Is there anywhere in particular that you want to go to?" Remus asked outside the store.

"I need to go to the pet store. I ran out of owl treats." Harry said.

Two minutes later, the group stood in the middle of the Eeylops Owl Emporium, the noisy pet store. Harry and Draco each held a bag of owl treats in their hand – for which they already had paid (Draco had finally let Harry pay for himself) – and were now looking at the animals.

Harry's eyes caught the sight of a moving animal on the ground and pulled Draco behind him when he realized it was a poisonous cobra. The cobra had shining black scales and a red crown on her head. The snake was a meter long. Every time she moved, the light would catch her scales and various colours spread around the area.

"Harry, what are you doing?" Draco asked irritated. He had just been looking at a baby Crup.

"Ssst!" Harry whispered and kneeled on the ground, right before the snake.

That was the moment Draco noticed the snake. "Oh, shit! Why is there a snake loose on the floor?" He whispered as too not startle the snake too much.

"I'll ask him." Harry turned to the cobra and hissed, "What is such a beautiful snake as you doing on the floor?"

If there was one thing that always brought you on good graces with snakes – be them magical or normal – then it was flattery.

"You speak my language, human?" The cobra asked.

"Yes, it's a gift. Tell me, what is your name?" Harry asked, not aware of Draco and the adults standing behind him in awe. Well, everyone except for Snape of course. He already knew Harry could speak with snakes.

"My name is Shelia. And yours, human?"

"Harry." He replied and offered Shelia his arm. "Why don't we get you off the floor, hm? I would hate it if your beautiful black skin got all dirty."

"Thanks for the compliment." Shelia wound herself around Harry's arm and she rested her head on his shoulder.

Carefully, so that Shelia wouldn't fall, Harry stood up.

"Euhm, isn't that snake poisonous?" Draco asked and eyed the snake warily.

"She is, but she won't bite me. Isn't she beautiful?" Harry asked awed and stroked Shelia's back.

"I didn't know you could speak Parseltongue, Prongslet." Sirius said perplexed.

Harry bowed his head and muttered, "I've known it since second year."

"Hey, it's not so bad. I think it's cool. At least now, I know for sure I won't get bitten by a snake. You only have to tell them not to bite and they won't do it. That's brilliant!" Sirius said enthusiastically.

"We don't mind it, cub." Remus soothed him.

"A Gryffindor who can speak to snakes. Hilarious." Draco chuckled.

Harry smiled.

"Can you do me a favor, master Harry?" Shelia suddenly asked.

"Of course. Ask away."

"Could you please set me free? I've always wanted to be free in the wild." Shelia asked.

"Sure, but promise me you won't bite anyone." Harry asked.

"I promise, master."

"Hide under my T – shirt."

It was a strange feeling: a snake crawling underneath your shirt, Harry mused and shuddered when the cool snake skin touched his warm skin.

"Harry, why is there a cobra underneath your T – shirt?" Draco drawled.

"Shelia doesn't like it here, so I promised that I would set her outside." Harry answered, laid some money on the nearest table to compensate the future loss of the cobra and walked to the exit.

Draco rolled his eyes, but followed Harry. "Only you would promise a poisonous snake freedom." He muttered amused, but he was secretly fascinated and thrilled with the fact that Harry was a Parseltongue.

"What was that?" Harry asked and opened the door.

"Nothing."

"Where do you want to put the snake?" Lucius asked curiously.

Harry studied his surroundings and noticed a small gap between the apothecary and the pet store. When he stood before the gap, he saw that it lead to a small forest, large enough for Shelia to disappear into.

"This is perfect." Harry kneeled on the dirty ground, ignoring the little pebble stones that dug in his jeans. "There you go, Shelia. Be safe." He hissed softly, while making sure the other people's view on him was blocked.

"Thank you, master;" Shelia hissed back and slithered away.

"Is the snake gone?" Lucius asked and raised a blond eyebrow.

"Yes." Harry sighed and pouted slightly. "She was such a beautiful snake."

Draco smirked.

Harry saw this and narrowed his eyes. "What are you smirking at?" He stood up and brushed the dust off his pants.

"Just enjoying the mental image of the Gryffindor's Golden Boy taking a liking to snakes." Draco smirked. "I wonder what would've happened if you were sorted in Slytherin." He then mused.

It was Harry's time to smirk. "If you hadn't been such a bastard on our first train ride, you would've known."

"Wait! What do you mean?" Draco asked incredulous.

"Exactly what I've just said. Chances were big that if you hadn't been such an ass to me, I wouldn't have cared if the Hat had put me in Slytherin." Harry answered, taking delight in the fact that he had stunned the entire group speechless. Well, almost the entire group.

"If that's the case, then why didn't the Hat put you in my House?" Draco asked curiously.

"Because I asked him not to do it." Harry stated in a matter of fact voice.

Draco blinked. "I didn't know you could argue with the Hat."

"Neither did I, but it worked, didn't it?" Harry smiled.

"I'll say." Draco muttered in a low voice. Maybe it wouldn't be so difficult to let Harry stay in Slytherin for the ritual, he mused.

"Wait, does this mean that Snivellus over here nearly became your Head of the House?" Sirius asked, the corners of his mouth slightly turned upwards, as if he wasn't sure if he wanted to laugh or not.

"That thought is disturbing." Snape drawled, not letting his surprise show. How many times will I be surprised today?, he wondered silently.

"Yes, surprising, isn't it?" Harry turned to Snape. "If I was sorted into your House, would you still have taking so much points of me?"

"I don't know for sure." Snape answered, his voice low.

"Probably not. Snivellus wouldn't take his points of his own House. If he did – like he should – then he could just give the Cup to Gryffindor." Sirius said smugly.

"As if Gryffindor could defeat Slytherin." Lucius scoffed amused.

"The cup has been in Gryffindor for the last five years." Sirius informed him, not quite succeeding in hiding his glee.

"That's surprising news. How odd that the Cup went to Gryffindor the moment Harry entered school." Lucius mused, but the sentence didn't contain any malice.

Harry put on an innocent face. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Of course you don't."

"Are we going to stand here all day?" Snape asked annoyed, his black eyes glowering. All that shopping was working on his nerves.

"Nope, we're going for ice cream now and then we're heading home." Sirius announced happily, grabbed Harry's and Remus' hands and pulled them along to Florian's ice cream shop.

"Does he mean that?" Draco asked, not used to the happy moods of Sirius. He wasn't used to his cousin at all.

"Unfortunately, yes." Snape growled softly and stalked after the Gryffindor trio.

Lucius and Draco stared at each other for a minute, shrugged (elegantly, they were Malfoys after all) and followed the others.

When they arrived at Florean Fortescue, the ice cream shop , they sought out a table where they wouldn't attract so much attention. They selected a round table and sat down.

Harry sat with his back against a dark green painted wall. On his left sat Sirius and on his right Draco – who was very pleased with himself that he had finally managed to secure a seat next to Harry.

Next to Sirius, Remus was seated. The circle closed with Lucius sitting next to Remus and Snape next to Draco.

Harry looked around. He had been to Florean two years ago, but he hadn't sat inside then. The shop was painted in green and blue. The floor had shining stones. Most of the tables were more for couples and were situated against the walls. The tables for groups were more in the middle of the huge shop – except for the table where he was seated. This table was more against the wall and the furthest away from the windows with a view on the busy street.

"How can I help you?" A young woman with curly blond hair and blue eyes appeared behind Remus. She was small and wore a light blue dress that reached her knees. Her smile was huge and she held a notebook in her hands.

"Black coffee. No milk, no sugar." Snape said curtly and glared at the girl whose smile fell slightly down by seeing the glare.

"All right." She nodded hastily.

Harry, who was used to the glares – seeing as he had received them many times over the years – had to hold back his sniggering at the poor girl's face. She definitely wasn't used to Snape's glares.

"For me a cappuccino." Lucius ordered, his voice formal but polite.

"I'd like a chocolate sundae and a Butterbeer." Remus smiled.

"For me a banana split and Butterbeer." Sirius grinned.

The woman blushed slightly. "Certainly, sir."

It's good to know that I still have my charm, Sirius thought smugly and when Remus saw his face, he sighed and slapped Sirius' left knee.

"Ouch, what was that for?" Sirius whispered and rubbed on the stinging place.

"Stop being so smug." Remus whispered back.

"I wasn't being…"

"Sirius." Remus said, a clear warning in his voice.

"Ow, all right." Sirius huffed and resisted the temptation to cross his arms.

"The same for me, please." Harry smiled.

At his voice, the woman looked up and her eyes widened. Her smile went bigger and she batted her eyelashes.

"Well, hello, aren't you Harry Potter?" She asked.

Harry blinked. "Euhm, yes."

"I'm so happy to finally meet the Harry Potter! My name is Aïsha." She introduced herself.

"Nice to meet you, Aïsha." Harry said politely, oblivious to the fact that the woman was flirting with him. Again.

Aïsha laughed softly and 'accidently' brushed against Harry's shoulder.

Draco stiffened when he saw the touch. He clenched his fists and narrowed his grey eyes.

Harry sent his a questioning look, but he didn't react.

"I would like to order a caramel sundae, please." Draco said through clenched teeth. Honestly, why was everyone they encountered flirting with Harry? Was it so hard to keep their flirting to a minimum?

Aïsha glared at him. "Of course. I'll be right back with your order." She said stiffly and disappeared behind a screen.

Harry turned to face Draco. "Why are you angry?" He asked bluntly.

"I'm not angry." Draco lied and did his best to reign his anger in.

"You're glaring and you're clenching your fists." Harry raised his eyebrows. "And you're telling me you're not angry?"

"That woman was just annoying me." Draco replied and unclenched his fists.

"How?" Harry frowned.

Draco rolled his eyes and ignored the amused looks he received from the adults. "From the moment she saw you, she was ignoring everyone else. Don't tell me you hadn't noticed it."

"Why would she ignore everybody?" Harry asked confused.

Draco stared at him. Hadn't had Harry noticed the waitress was flirting with him?

Of course he had noticed it. He's almost sixteen after all, Draco thought. Surely he had women flirting with him before.

"Harry, she was flirting with you." Sirius clarified grinning.

"She was? I was wondering why she was smiling and batting her eyelashes like an idiot. But why would she be flirting with me?" Harry asked, eyebrows furrowed together.

His question was lost in laughter. Harry looked surprised when he saw Remus and Lucius chuckling, Snape shaking his head and Sirius and Draco laughing loudly.

Draco has a nice laugh, Harry thought distracted and blinked when the thought registered. Where did that come from?, he wondered, but shrugged mentally. It wasn't anything worrisome.

Eventually, Sirius and Draco managed to control their laughter and calmed down.

Well, I know now for sure that Harry isn't interested in that idiotic woman, Draco thought relieved and grinned at Harry, who smiled bemused back.

Sirius wiped his tears away. "Trust you to say something like that, Prongslet. She was flirting with you, because she obviously likes you. Or at least finds you hot."

"But she must be in her twenties! Why didn't she flirt with anyone of you guys? You're after all not nearly ten years younger!" Harry said with a look of horror on his face.

"Don't you like older women, Harry?" Sirius teased. "I would be flattered if I was you."

"Well, you're not me. And who said she was really flirting with me anyway?" Harry said, fighting down a blush.

"I'm willing to bet she has written her Floo address on the bill." Lucius replied, amused both by Harry's blushing face and his son's glare. He wondered why Draco was glaring at the mere mention of the woman. Hm, maybe he just didn't liked the fact that not all Harry's attention was on him, Lucius mused. But why would he be troubled with that? He would find out sooner or later, he supposed.

"Here's your order: one cappuccino, one black coffee, three Butterbeers, two banana splits, a sundae chocolate and a sundae caramel. Enjoy." Aïsha smiled and levitated the orders in front of the group. She gave Harry the bill and winked. Then she hurried off to another customer.

Harry read the bill and nearly spit out his Butterbeer when he arrived at the end of the bill.

Sirius clapped on his back when Harry began coughing.

"Is the bill that high?" Sirius wondered.

Harry was red in the face from a momentarily lack of oxygen, but he had recovered enough to reply. "No, it's not the price. Lucius was right: she has written her Floo address on the bill!" Harry threw the bill on the table as if it would bite him.

Sirius grabbed the paper and read out loud: "This is my Floo address in case you want to relax sometime. After all, rescuing the Wizarding world, has to be tiring you out. Just so you know, I give amazing massages. Kisses, Aïsha." Sirius let out his barking laugh.

"Stop laughing! It's not funny!" Harry growled.

"I'm sorry, Prongslet, it's just…" Sirius laughed again. "This is just priceless!"

"Don't mind Padfoot, cub. He's an idiot sometimes." Remus sighed and took the bill out of Sirius' hands.

"I have to congratulate you, Harry. Even James had to use his charm to get a girl's Floo address that quickly." Sirius grinned.

"I'm so proud of myself now." Harry said sarcastically.

That sent Sirius in another fit of laughing.

Snape shook exasperatedly his head, but didn't say anything.

Draco was glaring at the bill and dreaming up several gruesome torture techniques that he could use on the irritating, arrogant woman who dared to flirt with Harry, when his attention was diverted to Harry when he asked, "What do you think of flying tomorrow?"

"Sounds great to me." Draco smiled and ate happily of his sundae, excited to have another reason to be alone with Harry again.

Some moments later, Harry went to the bathroom and came back all flustered.

"What's wrong, Harry?" Remus asked confused.

"Three girls have just given me their Floo address." Harry mumbled and dropped the scraps on the table.

When he noticed Sirius grinning and opening his mouth, Harry hastily interrupted him. "Sirius, I've noticed that that woman over there is alone and always looking at you. Why don't you go and see if she needs some company?"

Sirius turned around and when he spotted the woman with long black hair, he grinned and walked towards her. He sat in a chair next to her and sent her a charming smile.

Harry let out a relieved sigh. Mission distracting Sirius accomplished, he thought.

Remus smiled. "You're definitely the son of James."

Harry looked up confused. "What are you talking about, Remus?"

"Your tactic of distracting Sirius when you didn't want to hear his comments. James used that one repeatedly on Padfoot when he got tired of him. Each time with success." Remus chuckled.

Harry smiled. "I just said what came up in my mind."

"Well, it worked."

Three minutes later, Sirius came back with a scrap of paper in his hand.

"I still have my charm." He said satisfied.

"Good to know." Remus rolled his eyes.

"It's getting late and I still need to examine Potter. Let's return to Black's house." Snape snapped and stood up. His robes billowed behind him in their usual fashion.

I wonder if he uses magic for that, Harry mused.

"Snape's right. Let's go." Remus said and stood up.

"Go ahead. I'll pay the bill." Lucius offered.

Sirius shrugged. "Suit yourself. Come on, Harry." He laid his arm round Harry's shoulders and walked together with him out of the shop.

Lucius dropped the required money on the table and grabbed his cane. "Come, Draco."

"Yes, father." Quickly Draco grabbed the scraps with the addresses and stuffed them into his pocket, with the decision to burn them when he got to the house.

The group walked out of Diagon Alley, went outside the Leaky Cauldron and Apparated to Grimmauld Place.

Sirius opened the door quietly and ushered the others inside.

The house still looks the same as when I was four, Draco thought and shuddered when he saw the portrait of his aunt. He only met her once and that was enough to last him a life time. He looked around; yes, the house was still dark and dirty, but it looked a little bit more cleaned.

"Let's go to the kitchen, before that crazy hag wakes up." Sirius whispered.

They all nodded and went to follow Sirius.

Harry gulped when he felt Snape's hand on his shoulder.

"Mister Potter, we still have to do your exam. Follow me, we'll go to another room." Snape said and steered his to the stairs.

Harry turned his head and looked pleadingly at the group.

"I'm sorry, Harry, but I think Snivellus is… right." Sirius apologized.

"It'll be fine, cub." Remus soothed him.

Snape snorted, but they ignored him.

"You know what, Harry? I'll be waiting outside the room for you. If Sev decides to torture you, you'll just have to scream and I'm there." Draco smiled and walked with Harry the stairs up.

"Thank you." Harry whispered when they stopped before a room on the third floor.

"No problem. Now go." Draco whispered back and settled in a chair in front of the room.

Harry smiled and then disappeared into the room.

It was time for his – he gulped – exam.

AN2: *blinks* The more I read the earlier chapters, the more embarrassed I feel *smacks head* Anyway, I just realized that Draco would have obviously known about Harry's Parseltongue because he was the one who conjured the snake in the first place. So ... let's pretend he has forgotten about that little fact ^^;

I hope you liked it and pleased leave your thoughts behind in a review!

Love and cuddles

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