Changes

Chapter 12

The next few months were spent going to classes and the spa. It seemed that Harry really had enjoyed going and had taken it upon himself to wake Draco up extra early so they could go earlier and spend the rest of the day lounging around in their rooms or simply shopping before going in.

Draco was amazed to find out that Harry really did enjoy shopping. He knew that the other was self conscious, especially when he had to find the smallest size and it still didn't quite fit. He honestly felt bad for him, but as time went on and the boy gained more and more weight he was proud of him.

There was one shirt in particular that Harry had seemed to take an immense liking to and had bought on impulse. He had gotten a medium, much too large for him and Draco had questioned him on it.

"Well because it's my goal shirt. Duh." The sincerity his voice held was enough for Draco to not question him.

Eventually Harry was large enough to fit into the shirt-if he tied it behind his back and tucked the tail underneath, of which he was immensely proud of. Draco smiled at his antics when he first saw what Harry had done to make the shirt fit him.

"Harry with the way you've been growing, you won't need to throw a fit over tying it much longer. You're just not quite there yet." Every day since then Draco had to give constant support to the beauty he was living with, but he found that he didn't mind it very much. It gave him something to do and forced him to find the good things about his former enemy.

He reveled in finding out more about the man.

For instance, when he found out that Harry had never eaten a cherry before he had made a point to have an entire bowlful of cherries on the table with their dinner that night. Turns out that Harry didn't like them, but it didn't phase Draco in the least. He was bound and determined to find out exactly what Harry did and didn't like.

And when Draco Malfoy was determined, he always found what he was looking for.