Chapter 22
"This one is nice, it's got a good shape to it."
"It's alright but I don't like the orange bits."
"Yeah that's true, you don't want to look tacky."
They'd only started a quarter of an hour ago and yet Harry felt as if he'd seen about a hundred suits already. Draco had managed to order more suits and posh clothes than Harry's ever seen, and somehow he'd got them all into their room without raising any suspicion. He truly was magical. Harry'd never seen so many clothes before, jackets, shirts, shoes, ties, bow ties, cravats even. Not that he really cared what he looked like, this was just an excuse to hang out, and God was it worth it. Draco was so animated when he talked about the different cuts, and styles and colours and what shoes went with what. That still didn't mean Draco was gay though, he knew that. A lot of straight guys were really interested in fashion, and Draco had to touch him every now and when he pressed suits against him to test them.
"This one Harry! It's just perfect, and the plaid is a little different but not too out there."
"So you aren't just picking this because you have an unhealthy obsession with plaid?"
"No! Go on try it on, you'll like this one."
Just as Harry was going to trudge to the bathroom to try it, an idea struck him. It might not work, but it couldn't hurt too much to try.
Swiftly, so that he wouldn't change his own mind, he pulled off his jumper and began unbuttoning his shirt.
"Uh what are you doing?"
Draco's eyes were trained on the buttons Harry was quickly undoing.
"Trying it on? I thought that's what you wanted?"
"Oh right."
And he turned away.
Shit. This wasn't going to work if Draco wasn't going to look.
"So, what are you going to wear then? One of these?"
He had to turn around now, he would be rude not to.
"Oh no, what I'm wearing is a surprise."
Harry's top half was naked now, exposing his toned muscles and abs. Was that a lingering look Harry saw, or was he just imagining things?
"How exciting, better be something good."
"Trust me it will."
Harry unbuckled his belt, yanked his jeans down and kicked them off. Draco subconsciously licked his lips. But again he just turned away without a word, and Harry put the suit on.
He had to admit he did like the suit. It was a light blueish grey that reminded him of a certain pair of eyes he loved. The pocket square and tie was a dark crimson which reminded him of his Gryffindor colours.
"What do you think?"
He knew he looked good, that the suit fitted him in all the right places and the colours matched his complexion well. But when Draco looked at him like that, he felt like art. He felt beautiful.
"Harry...I think this is the one."
"Yeah? Yeah I think it looks pretty good."
"Not just good, perfect!"
Realising what he just said, he blushed.
"Thank you Draco, really now, thank you."