Potter: A Drarry Fan Fiction

Potter

The rest of the day felt as if it were mine. The excitement of the upcoming event was buzzing around in the air. A small swarm of owls entered the hall at lunchtime, presumably delivering everyone's final adjustments to their outfits.

"Ahh, for you Potter" Draco beamed, handing me the shoe box. An unfamiliar notion of anticipation gently glazed his face as gently as the first coat of watercolour, visible only to the eye of a seasoned artist. I didn't leave him in agony for long, as I opened the box his anticipation morphed into admiration. I turned my attention to the box and its contents. They were black patent leather oxford shoes with a beautiful red sole. They looked far too expensive to be going on my feet.

General sounds of amazement were conjured around me.

I turned to him.

"They are far too expensive, too beautiful, too good for me" I murmured with an overwhelming feeling of responsibility.

"Nothing could ever be too good for you" He replied with confident sincerity.

***

It was time, well it had been time for quite a while by now, I was sat in the common room waiting for Draco to deliver my clothes that he insisted I see only as and when I needed to.

"How will you know if they fit?" I asked Draco with an eyebrow raised.

"Please Potter," he purred, "Like I don't know your measurements."

***

Out of the corner of my eye, I witnessed Hermionie consoling a sobbing second year.

"No, no, this will not do, not at all," she thought out loud. She turned the boy's dress his parents had sent him into a well-cut black suit. He looked immediately more content, he thanked her quickly and ran up the stairs to the boy's dormitories, something that he marvelled at when they had failed to turn into a slide on his first day.

"Yes if you could not stand right where I'm walking that would be bloody fabulous" a familiar voice tutted.

It was Draco, he was still in his casual clothes like me but had applied a pink face mask.

"Missing your cucumbers?" I teased.

"Try to keep talk of my cucumber to a minimal Potter thanks," he said with a snarky tone before he chucked a dust bag at me and strutted out with the same enthusiasm he employed on his way in.

I jogged to my dorm where I saw Ron's get up. He was wearing a red and navy checked suit, with a white shirt, and a skinny matching navy tie. His apricot hair was swooped to one side and out of his face for once.

"Wow Ron" I exclaimed.

"Just shut up" he uttered.

"I was being nice" I scoffed.

"Oh were you," he turned to face me, "sorry"

He looked at my lack of formal wear and said, "you better get that on, it's starting soon"

"Yes, yes" I sighed as he dashed out of the room.

I slowly unzipped the bag. My shoes were set upon my bedside table from lunch. I pulled the trousers out first, plain black. We were off to a reasonable start. I was met next with a white shirt, and a black bow tie, questionable but still acceptable. What stunned me most was the deep red, velvet dinner jacket. It was stunning and exceedingly soft with each time I stroked it. He has even included socks, which knowing Draco, probably cost more than my entire wardrobe. I put the clothes on, and he was right, he did know my measurements, it fits perfectly, more than perfect, it hugged my body and was tight in all the right places. For some reason, a wave of emotion came over me as I turned in front of the mirror. I reached over and placed the shoes on my feet, a little of the red sole visible with every step. I couldn't help but hold my cheeks to try and tempt the smile that was so obviously plastered across my face.