52Chapter 5
Chapter 5: Shopping
Harry's POV
"Potter." He startled and looked up from the book he was currently reading, so far it only mentioned time turners but it was the first book he had come across that even mention time travel.
"What?" Malfoy stood in front of him, with an arm full of books, that looked ready to fall over. He quickly placed his book on top and took half of the books from the blonde's arms.
"Please tell me, we don't need all these?" he asked.
"They could be useful," Malfoy said. Then looked at the single book, Harry had placed onto the pile. When he looked at Harry with a raised brow, Harry felt his cheeks redden in embarrassment.
"It's the only one that said anything about time travel," he muttered.
"And portals? Or perhaps information on Gringotts? Or maybe laws about underage magic?" the blonde said sneering at him.
He froze because despite Malfoy condescending tone, those were good questions and he hadn't thought about any of them. He has been caught up thinking about his friends and only focused on time travel because it took less effort.
He bowed his head, "I didn't think of those."
The blonde just sighed and pushed past him. Again, he found himself following behind the blonde, this time he didn't make a comment even to himself. Instead, he just handed the other teen his half of the books when they were ready to leave.
He watched as Malfoy talked and paid for the books, as he watched he remembered that despite all the purebloods childishness and pranks, he was one of the smartest kids in their year. He heard Hermione complained more than once that Malfoy was top in potions and Transfiguration, and barely behind her in Charms. She hated that anyone could possibly be as smart as her and insisted that he was cheating.
Harry had wanted to agree with her but figured the teachers would have caught on by now if he had been cheating. And now, having Malfoy point out things he missed, important things, he was sure that Malfoy was more intelligent then he had thought.
He silently took a couple of the bags and headed out of the store. He headed towards the leaky cauldron, but there was a mumbled curse behind him and suddenly he was being yanked in a different direction.
"If you think, Potter, that I'm wearing the same clothes for more than a day. You are mistaken." Then he was pulled into a store that he hadn't been in before. It was nice, too nice. Harry was sure the clothes he could see were worth more than his entire wardrobe. He sighed.
Malfoy let go of his arm and went to speak to a nice elderly man, that had moved to greet them when they entered the shop.
Not really in the mood to watch Malfoy shop, Harry quickly found a chair and pulled out one of the books, they had just acquired and started reading.
He was about three chapters in and learned that Gringotts and the Goblins had a lot more power than he ever guessed when an arm full of clothes was dropped into his lap. He yelped and as he jumped he tried to catch them all before they fell onto the floor.
Once he had them all in his arms he looked up and glared at a smirking Malfoy.
"I had to guess your size because you decided to hide over here." Malfoy took the book out of his fingers and placed it back in the bag. "Now up, you have to try them on."
He stood there in shock. Malfoy was going to buy him clothes? Not only that but the blonde had taken the time to guess his size and pick things out for him? His own Aunt wouldn't do that.
"Now. Potter," the blonde snapped at him, and Harry found himself moving to the small dressing room area.
As he went to try on the clothes, he felt a little awed. Most of the clothes he owned where hand me downs or school robes. He had never been clothes shopping for himself. Sure, he had spent hours following along behind his Aunt, while she shopped for the others. Only bring him to carry the bags, but he had never himself, picked out and tried on clothes for himself.
The fact that he was doing so now, made him a little lightheaded, and the fact that it was because of Malfoy, made him dizzy. How was it, a person who had bullied him and made him miserable seemed to have more care or manners than his own blood.
He sighed and grabbed a dark green shirt. He snorted, at the idea that Malfoy picked it because of the color. It was soft, and he found himself running his fingers across it a few times before he unbuttoned it and slipped it on.
The shirt felt incredible, the long sleeves were warm but not hot and the soft material felt almost like a blanket wrapped around him. He finished buttoning it and looked down. Now that it was on he could make out small designs that was hidden in the green, not very noticeable but there appeared to be some kind of ivy leaves stitched along the sleeves and the collar.
He really liked the shirt, but he found himself unsure about the fit. It felt like it fit him, but he hadn't ever owned a nice dress shirt before and he didn't know if there was anything special he needed to know about the way to wear it.
With another sigh, he pulled the curtain back, and looked for Malfoy.
The blonde was sitting in a chair, book in his hand and drink on the table next to him.
Harry chuckled because only Malfoy could be lost in another time and still look right at home.
He cleared his throat to get the blondes attention. When Malfoy looked at him, he gave the other a lost look.
He actually saw the blonde's eyes roll, before he placed the book next to his drink and stood up, walking towards him.
When he was close the blonde, gently ran his hands along Harry's shoulders, smoothing down the shirt, then he stood back and Harry could feel the blonde's eyes on him as he looked over him. It felt weird having Malfoy's full attention on him, it was different than their normal interaction. Still intense but less hostile.
"Well?" he asked, because he started to feel uncomfortable.
The blonde nodded, "It will do."
It was his turn to roll his eyes as he turned and returned to the small changing area. He quickly tried on a few more shirts, using the green as a model for what he should look for. The pants were easier, he just went with what felt comfortable, Malfoy had even picked out a few pairs of muggle jeans. He started with two small piles as he went, the clothes he liked and fit and everything else.
He wasn't sure how many he was supposed to pick out, so he ended up adding a third, clothes that he liked but didn't have to have.
When he was down he grabbed all three piles and left the room.
"How many am I supposed to get?" he asked when he was in front of the blonde.
Malfoy raised his brow at him, embarrassed, "I don't know how much you want to spend, or how many outfits I'm supposed to get." he huffed out.
"You can get all of them." the blonde said, raising from his seat. "That's why I gave them to you." His tone implied that Harry was an idiot.
Frustrated, Harry stormed away and found the same man, Malfoy had been talking to earlier.
"Excuse me?" he asked, "Umm these don't fit," he said pulling out the small pile. "If you tell me where they go, I'll put them back," he finished with a smile.
Which fell when the man gave him a weird look. He wasn't sure what he had done, but he was pretty sure he had just offended the man. Instead of telling him where to go the man, took the offered pile and placed it on the counter behind him.
"There is no need, sir, I'll make sure they get put back." Oh, Harry thought.
"Thank you," he said. He stood there for a second, unsure of what to do.
"Potter!" He dropped his head, only a little grateful that he now had an excuse to walk away from the man who was still giving him a strange look.
"What?" he hissed as he walked towards the blonde.
He stopped walking, his face full on turning red when he realized what part of the store they were now standing in.
"I…" he started but closed his mouth when Malfoy gave a grin.
"As entertaining as watching you trying to think of a way out of this, I'd like to point out that you will need more than one pair of underwear, and some sleep pants." The blonde pointed to another section, connect to the one they were in. "Might be more comfortable than sleeping in your pants." Then the blonde moved and started searching for himself.
Harry only stood there for a couple of seconds before he realized he watching Malfoy search for underwear, then he quickly looked away and tried to find something that would fit him.
It wasn't hard, turned out boxers were almost the exact same in both the Wizarding and Muggles world. So, he found a few pairs that he liked the feel of and then moved on to the sleepwear section. He had already found one pair, that felt like thin cotton when two pairs made of something soft and shining were added to his pile.
"Trust me," the blonde said, and then he tossed on a robe and a couple of shirts that Harry was sure were tank tops.
Deciding that since the blonde was paying, he didn't really have a place to argue, he just let the blonde add what he wanted.
He was so relieved when they were done, he had no idea why Malfoy or his Aunt seemed to enjoy shopping so much, he found it boring and stressful.
This time when they exited the shop, he didn't assume they were done, he just stopped and looked at Malfoy.
The blonde gave a grin and started walking back towards the Leaky Cauldron.
As they walked, Harry's stomach grumbled and he noticed it was growing dark. He sighed, they had been out longer than he thought. He waited until they were back in their room before asking Malfoy what they planned to do for dinner.
The blonde just looked at him with a look that again told Harry that the blonde thought he was an idiot.
"I'll get us supper. You can get out clothes out, organized and hung up." Then the blonde started towards the door.
'Hang the clothes up?' Harry thought, looking around the room. There wasn't much, a bed, a table, a small door that led to a bathroom. No closet or anything to hang up anything on.
"Ummm?" He started, he heard Malfoy sigh as he opened the door.
"In the bag, Potter." He waited until the door closed to move.
He wanted to shout at the idiot Slytherin but instead just grabbed the bags and started going through them. He found one full of stuff that he hadn't noticed Malfoy buy. Two shrunken trunks, a metal rack, he didn't know for sure what it was called, two wrist holsters, and a pair of black boots.
He wanted to be angry that again the blonde had thought of practical things that had never crossed his mind, but at this point, he was too hungry and tired to really waste the energy. So, he pulled the metal rack and unshrunk it. To his surprise it came with hangers along with the long thin bar and had one side that held for small shelves.
Once it was up, he started pulling out clothes and hanging them up. He placed all Malfoy's on one end and his on the other. Most of the pants also went on hangers, two pairs folded over to save on space. He then folded his sleep pants and placed them on one shelf and Malfoy's on another. He tried not to blush when he added both of their boxers to the same shelves. Then he placed the wrist holsters on the top shelf and the boots on the last.
He was just unshrinking the two trunks when the blonde walked through the door, a tray floating behind him.
The blonde stopped only long enough to survey the rack, then nodded his approval before moving and placing the tray on the table.
After that they sat down and ate, he pulled out the book he had started at the clothes store and a quill, he made some notes on a few entries he found useful. At one point he heard Malfoy shuffling through the bag but didn't look up to see what the other man was doing.
When his eyes started to hurt from reading, he put the book down and looked at the bed, then at the bathroom. It had been in the back of his mind all day that there was only a single bed in the room and that at some point, they would either fight over who got it or ended up sharing it. It wasn't really sure which he preferred, but he knew he didn't want to sleep on the floor.
"I'm going to shower, then try to get some sleep," he said, leaving Malfoy to make of the statement what he would. Then he got up, walked over to the rack and grabbed the pair of pants he picked out and one of the tank tops Malfoy had picked. He didn't normally sleep with a shirt on, but he figures the blonde had gotten them for a reason.
He didn't waste time in the shower, given that neither of them thought to buy the needed supplies. He made a mental note to mention it in the morning. Then he dried off and got dressed.
He crawled into the bed and slowly drifted off to sleep as Malfoy continued to read at the small table. At some point he was woken up by the blonde joining him in the bed. A gap of space between them, and then he went right back to sleep.