A newfound friendship (A Drarry Story) (8th year Drarry)

Chapter 21 - Realisations and Relationships

Harry's POV:
I can't help but smile at Draco's excitement as he hangs another pair of jeans and some T-Shirts over his arm.
I watch his eyes light up every time he spots an item of clothing that he thinks I might like. It's nice shopping in a muggle area, even if it's in France which is unfamiliar to me. We will have to shop in muggle London too. I feel much safer knowing it's less likely that we will be recognised although Draco's cloak does draw a few eyes to him but for intrigue than hatred.
I let Draco whip around the shop glad that he seems so happy. I found the events of this morning quite overwhelming, I'm glad Draco was there to pull me out of that dark place but I can't help but feel awful for not supporting him more, he was the one who was targeted. But I felt as though I couldn't control myself, maybe it's the war and all I've seen but I couldn't help but feel anger that I have never felt before, not even for Voldemort. I look at Draco's kind face as he runs his long fingers over the clothes. Maybe it's nothing to do with me and everything to do with him and after what his mother said about us talking I can't help but think that maybe I've been in denial about my feelings for Draco. It's only after what happened today that I've realised I really would do anything for him, when I look at him I just want to hold him and never let go, I want to kiss him and not have it be on his forehead or cheek. But the way Draco shot down Narcissa when she said we should talk about it might mean that he doesn't feel the same way about me, maybe he wants to only ever be my friend. But when I look at him I can't help but hope that he wants to be more than friends.
"Your daydreaming and not listening to me again," Draco says putting a hand on his hip.
"I'm sorry, I was just thinking," I tell him putting my hand on his shoulder, "I promise I'm listening now, what were you saying?"
"I was saying do you want to try on the things Ive picked out? I think I've got your size right but it's harder without a tailor."
"Yes, let's head to the changing rooms with it all, thank you for picking it all out for me, make sure you come in too to tell me what looks good and what doesn't," I suggest and he grins.
"I was hoping you'd say that, how will you know what's good and what isn't otherwise," he winks at me, dumping the clothes in my arms and heading off, presumably towards the changing rooms.

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"It looks good on you Harry, I love those jeans" Draco says as I turn in front of the mirror.
"Are you sure Dray? They have rips at the knees," I say looking down at the third pair of jeans that I've tried on.
"I'm sure, you look wonderful and it's coming into fashion, trust me," Draco says grabbing my hips and turning me slightly, "I think we will get all of the jeans, come on a few more Shirts and jumpers to try on."
I pull off the jeans hanging them on the definitely hook with the other jeans, some T-shirts, button ups and jumpers. I start to put my own jeans back on looking up in the mirror and seeing Draco sitting on the small chair in the changing room behind me. I watch his eyes follow the jeans as I work them up my legs.
I look away smirking, did I just catch him looking at me, maybe we do need to have a talk, or maybe he was just glancing at anything and it was a coincidence. I thought that understanding my feelings better would make things easier but I'm starting to think it might not.
I pull off the jumper putting on the yes hook also.
I take a dark grey, tight looking knitted jumper off of the hanger pulling it over my head.
"Oooo that ones my favourite, it makes your arms look big," Draco says feeling the material.
"Oi, my arms are big," I tease flexing my arm jokingly but noticing a small blush make it's way across Draco's face.
"Well I'll get it in, grey, green and blue," I say pulling it off and putting all three in the yes pile without trying them all on. I quickly try on some other shirts deciding yes on some and no for others.
"Come on then let's go and pay," Draco says happily picking the clothes up and heading out just as I put my jumper back on.
"Are you going to let me pay?" I ask following behind him, he laughs shaking his head, "of course not."
"Bonjour Madame," Draco says politely braking out into fluent French as he speaks to the lady behind the till. They laugh together as she folds and bags up the clothes.
"Does your friend speak French also," she says with a think accent.
"Ah non, only English," he says disapprovingly making me narrow my eyes at him. He laughs along with the cashier.
"I'm only teasing you love," he says holding my hand.
He pays for the clothes continuing his conversation in French. I can't help but stare at his mouth as he speaks listening to the beautiful sounds he is making. It really is quite sexy, I can't help but smirk as he thanks the cashier handing me the bags.
"Just you wait until I bust out the Dutch, or the Italian," he whispers too me flirtatiously his eyes twinkling. Surely he can't know what I was thinking but the knowing look on his face as we leave the shop says otherwise.
"Now we can go and see Aristide and his wife," he says looking for a quiet street to apparate.
"Do we need to go to another tailor, you brought so much from Ronald this morning?" I ask and he tuts.
"It's different, I use Ronald for suits that I wear on the day to day. I'm sure you might not but still.
Aristide is different, he does much more than suits, lots of shirts and causal jackets, he is also better for more elaborate suits, accessories and dress robes," he says matter of factly, pulling us into a side street and holding on to me tightly. "Ready," I nod holding on to him back. We land in what is clearly a wizarding street going off of the clothes and shops, I catch my balance, feeling my stomach heave slightly as it always does with magical travel.
"Come on Potty we don't have all day," he teases pulling me up the street, I smile at his cheeky expression following him willingly knowing that I always will.
We reach a small shop with crowded windows, the outside is beautifully decorated with gold patterning on the dark wood, with curly writing in French.