As they left the store, he complained, "Can we eat now? I'm starved!"
"An excellent idea," replied Deece. "Come. I have just the place in mind."
She led the three of them to a small restaurant. As she entered, the 'waiter' approached and smarmed, "Ah, Madam Greengrass. It is most nice to see you again. Party of four, is it?"
"Yes please, Pierre," she confidently replied.
The four were led to a small table and were immediately served.
Finishing their light lunch, which Deece paid for, Hermione asked if they could do a quick trip around the stores to pick up mail order catalogues.
"Don't worry about it, Hermione," Daphne gently said. "For basically everything for which we need mail order, we've got the order forms and brochures."
"But, what if they've updated," she tried. "Then, because we're on their mailing list, they'll let us know," Daphne countered. "It's in their own best interest to do so."
"I guess," sighed Hermione.
"So, are we all done?" asked Deece, after the girls stopped 'arguing'.
"Yes, I think so," replied Daphne.
"Then it's back to school with you three," the older witch firmly said.
Again using the Floo at the Leaky Cauldron, the four Floo'ed back to the Three Broomsticks. As Deece escorted them to the gates, Harry held back to speak to her.
"Deece?" he asked. "Thank you very much for today," he said a little emotionally.
Deece turned and smiled at him, recognising the depth of his gratitude. "You're very welcome, Harry. It's what family is for. And, we are family now."
At the gates, Harry stopped and, at the spur of the moment, quickly hugged the woman. "Again; thank you."
Deece just nodded back, a little emotional at Harry's own expression of emotion and gratitude.
As he stepped back, both girls moved in and hugged her, before all three re-entered the school. Harry half-expected either Dumbledore or McGonagall to be waiting for them inside the Entrance Hall. That they weren't, surprised him.
"I don't think the Headmaster knew we... or I... left the castle, today," he mused.
The three immediately climbed the stairs and used the hidden passageways to make their way back to their apartment.
Once inside, Harry sighed heavily before collapsing back onto one of the couches.
He watched both his bondmates then go through the ritual of checking for listening and monitoring charms. None were found.
"Alright, love," said Daphne. "Out with the packages." Harry practically groaned climbing back to his feet. But, once standing again, he started emptying his pockets of shrunken parcels. He spread them along the couch and watched as Daphne began at one end re-enlarging them, checking the contents and separating them into different piles. Hermione was doing the same from her end.
Soon enough, they had all parcels unshrunk and three piles each.
Hermione picked the first pile up and asked Daphne, "Which one is yours, love?"
Daphne indicated one of hers and Hermione added her arm load to that pile. Then Daphne did the same with what she had of Hermione's.
"Alright, Harry," said Daphne, before she pointed to the two remaining piles. "Both of those are yours. Have Dobby take them into your room and put them away for you. Hermione and I will call Winky and ask her to do the same for us."
Instead of waiting, both elves popped in and Dobby asked, "Did Master and Misses ask for Dobby and Winky?"
"Yes, thank you," replied Daphne. She then looked at Winky and indicated the two piles for her and Hermione. "This set of parcels is clothing for me; and that set of parcels is clothing for Hermione. Can you put them away for us?"
"Certainly, Miss," Winky replied. She snapped her fingers and both piles of parcels disappeared before she followed them.
Turning
to
Dobby,
Daphne
said,
"The remainder is Harry's new clothing. Can you put it away for him, please? And get rid of his old clothes except for his school stuff, too."
"Certainly, Miss," replied Dobby before he, too, popped away with the parcels.
"Hey!" exclaimed Harry a little mock-offended. "What if there was any clothing in there I wanted to keep?"
"Why?" she shot back. "You don't need rags. And that's all those clothes are good for."
A little softer she instructed, "Now, go get changed out of those rags into something more befitting our future husband."
With a groan, Harry made his way into his bedroom. He found Dobby had already unpacked everything for him, and magically pressed what needed to be ironed or pressed, as everything was wrinkle free and ready to wear.
He pulled out a new pair of underwear, a pair of black jeans, shirt, socks, new trainers, and a light pullover due to the in-creeping chill. And quickly changed into them.
He threw his dirty laundry into the hamper inside the bathroom door and returned to the living room. He had expected to see the girls waiting for him, but they weren't. Even Crookshanks was absent. So, he went back and pulled out his book bag to do some homework before dinner.
He'd just settled down when Hermione re-entered from her bedroom. She stopped on seeing him sitting on the couch. "Stand up for me, love," she ordered.
With
an
almost
sub-vocal
groan
Harry climbed back to his feet. She then used her finger to give him the gesture to slowly turn around both girls used on him in Madam Malkin's. So, he did a slow pirouette.
When he'd completed his turn, she smirked and said, "That'll do nicely."
"What'll do nicely?" asked Daphne, walking back in. She took a long look at Harry and said, "Yes, that will do nicely."
Harry looked at both witches and noticed they, too, were wearing nice clothes they'd 'paraded' in Diagon Alley earlier. He smiled and said, "You both look beautiful."
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