Imagines

Drarry Moments...

For bitterthoughts78  and @XDracoLuciousMalfoyX

Drarry - Fashion Police

Harry stood in his one bedroom flats kitchen. The kettle in hand as he prepared a nice and hot cup of tea to calm his insides.

He was asked to give a speech at the Ministry about his time on the run during the War, by the Minister himself. He didn't understand why Kingsley needed it now, though. Several years after it happened.

Harry sighed heavily and lifted the steaming mug to his lips. Before he could taste the warming liquid, the door opened with a bang. Greeting Harry with a wintery breeze, enough to make him shiver slightly. Christmas was a mere month away. Another thing to worry about.

Through the door, a large pile of bags - from various wizard retail stores - waltzed in. Followed by a platinum blonde haired man dressed in a black suit and his wand arm raised delicately in concentration.

"ah, Malfoy. What brings you to my humble abode? Castle life too much for you?" Harry smirked, setting down his untouched tea. Immediately, he felt that relaxed wave wash over him that only came with Draco's presence. Draco breezed through the kitchen and straight into Harry's room with the bags trailing him.

"Potter," Draco grunted in greeting, a irritated expression was plastered on his face. One that meant Harry was in for trouble. "Get in here now. We have but two hours to transform this Burlap Sack Who Lived, to a respectably dressed wizard for tonight's Ministry function." Harry followed with a reluctant groan.

"Ugh, Malfoy. Can't I just wear this?" He indicated to his casual V-neck sweater and jeans as he entered his bedroom.

Draco glanced once behind him as he bunched different outfit combinations together on Harrys bed. "And embarrass us when your mistaken for a House Elf? No, no, no. That simply won't do."

"I doubt anyone's going to mistake me for a House Elf." Harry grumbled as he rolled his eyes.

"Just put this on, Potter." Draco sighed, handing Harry a suede jacket with fur lining around the collar, a green round-necked sweater and designer jeans with a name Harry couldn't pronounce.

Harry stifled a groan but couldn't stop the sigh escaping as he set about undressing and redressing with the outfit Draco picked out.

"Huh," Harry admired as he looked at his reflection from every angle in the bathroom mirror, completely oblivious to the heat rising on Draco's cheeks. "This is more comfortable then the stuff you usually pick out. I wouldn't mind wearing this."

"N-no, that's no good." Draco stuttered throwing another set at Harry.

"Huh, why not?" Asked a bewildered Harry. His dark eyebrows knotting in the middle of his forehead, barely distinguishable from the ebony spikes brushing against his bejewelled eyes.

"Never mind that, Potter!" Draco all but exclaimed, refusing to look at the Chosen One, instead he went about sorting a new outfit. "just try on the next one!"

"Ugh, fine." And Harry shrugged off the jacket-sweater apparel. He then tugged on the softest pullover he'd ever worn, it was thin but warm. Then he shrugged on a tight blazer. With a single button a few centimetres above his belly button holding the blazer tight to his frame and another button loose below that. Casting that casual suave Draco admired endlessly.

"Hey, not bad," Harry noted, a small smirk gracing his lips as he began checking himself out in the mirror, "makes me look kinda classy, doesn't it?"