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Summary: 29. Draco loves shopping, but Muggle clothes are so confusing. It's not his fault they only give out the best stuff in girl's styles. And of course, Draco will only wear the best. Unfortunately, the affect of this is lost on all purebloods.
Rating: R
Title: Emotional Attachment
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“Here. For the boy.”
“Hmmm?” Remus Lupin looked up from the book he was reading. His eyes went from the small bundle of paper slips on the table and up to Severus Snape, who was looming over him.
“The boy. He needs clothing.”
“Oh, Draco. Yes, he does,” Remus agreed.
“I have no qualms over paying for a wardrobe for him. But you will take him. That should be a sufficient amount of muggle pounds to properly clothe him.”
“Severus…thank you.” Remus was surprised. He knew Severus had some sort of affection for Draco, but he hadn’t expected him to help *pay* for his care.
“I doubt there is much risk in muggle London. Though you will have a rather difficult time forcing him into muggle garments.”
“He’ll do it. He’s tired of wearing the same two things over and over again. When he’s desperate, he does what he’s told.”
“Oh really?” Severus raised an eyebrow, and smirked.
“I didn’t mean it like that,” Remus said, flushing. He wasn’t sure which he preferred; Severus’ easy going and often teasing view at the relationship, or everyone else’s forced ignorance.
“How is he?
“In bed?”
“No! In general.” Severus shook his head.
“Oh.” Remus blushed again. “He’s fine. He’s…he’s been staying in the room, mostly.”
“I thought you’d broke him of that?”
“He had a bit of a tiff with Tonks.” Remus sighed. “Since then…”
“What were they fighting about?”
“Tonks…she said something about Sirius.”
“Ah. I take it you haven’t mentioned your previous relationship to young Mr. Malfoy?”
“Not in detail,” Remus admitted. “I told him that Sirius and I were lovers. He doesn’t seem too bothered by it. I’m going to talk with him about it at some point.”
“Then you consider this to be a permanent arrangement?”
“More or less.” Remus shrugged, and was surprised when Severus sat down across from him.
“He is a very stubborn young man, Lupin.”
“I know.” Oh, did he know. “I’ve encountered that many times. But…I enjoy his company. He’s clever and he amuses me, even though he doesn’t mean too.”
“And he is sixteen.” Severus pointed out.
“I like to ignore that fact.”
“In public, yes,” Severus said, folding his arms. “But I’d imagine in the privacy of your own mind you’re rather delighted.”
“Honestly, Draco’s age has nothing to do with our arrangement.”
“It does. Come now Lupin…you cannot tell me that at your age it isn’t an ego stroke to have a sixteen year old boy willingly seeking out your bed.”
“Well, yes,” Remus admitted. “I will admit there is a certain…thrill at the fact that he finds me attractive. But that’s a very small part of it. In fact, his age is one of the reasons I was *against* it in the first place.”
“Are you attempting to tell me *he* made advances towards *you*?”
“He did.” Remus nodded. “The first night I brought him here. I came out of the bath and he was already naked in my bed. Then he invited me to join him.”
“Quite the harlot, isn’t he then?”
“No.” Remus shook his head. He thought he understood Draco’s reasoning for seducing him. In thanks, partially. Out of loneliness. Confusion. “Though he *did* tell me he didn’t want a relationship.”
“But you have one.”
“We do.” And that wasn’t a bad thing. At least not in Remus’ eyes. “Severus…why do *you* think I’m with him?”
“Honestly?”
“You’ve never been anything else with me.”
“I think you’re not an idiot,” Severus said with a slight sneer. “And sane man our age would leap at the chance to have a boy like Draco in their bed. Your mourning Black has nothing to do with it, if that’s what you’re afraid of.”
“That’s what everyone seems to think. That I’m with Draco because I’m still pining for Sirius, and I need something to fill that void.”
“And why would you choose Draco?” Severus asked. “It amazes me the level of stupidity I am surrounded by. Your options are actually quite vast. You are an attractive man, you don’t have a preference of men to women, and mostly everyone seems to find your ridiculously large eyes appealing.”
“Why Severus, I think I’m flattered,” Remus joked.
“I could easily name at least five other people who would be willing to share your bed. If you were simply suffering from cold nights, you’d have taken advantage long before now.”
This was news to Remus. There were people who wanted to sleep with him? Why hadn‘t he known this? Not that it mattered now, but…
“Five? Who?”
“Oh good lord…Shacklebolt’s been eyeing you. Tonks, she’s been moon eyed over you for years now. Weasley’s oldest. I’d wager you my family’s fortune that Granger…”
“Severus…” Remus cautioned.
“What?”
“It really wouldn’t be appropriate to continue that line of supposition. Hermione is sixteen, and a former student.”
“As is your current lover.”
“Point taken.” Remus sighed.
“At any rate, the point I was making was that you are not with the boy just because your bed is cold.”
“I’m not.” Remus agreed. “I do…I do have feelings for him.”
“This isn’t a discussion I want to have with you,” Severus said, standing up. “I don’t care why you’re with him, just as long as you take care of him.”
“You know I will.”
“Mmmm. Good luck, today.”
“Thank you,“ Remus said, with a grin. “I’ll need it.”
***
“We’re what?” Draco asked, raising an eyebrow at Lupin.
“We’re going shopping. You need clothes.”
“I’m being allowed out of the house?”
“Yes.”
Draco was actually quite happy. He could leave the musty, dark, dank old house. And he got to get new clothes. How they were going to afford his tastes, he had no idea.
“Where are we going?” Draco asked, raking his hair out of his eyes. It was getting longer then he liked it.
“We’ll browse around. There’s Westbourne Grove…it’s considered rather chic.”
“Is that a store?” Draco has never heard of it.
“No, it’s a street. *I’ve* never done any shopping there, far out of my price range. But we seem to have…well, quite a bit of money here for you…”
“Where did it come from?” That was the big question.
“Severus.”
“Oh.” Well, yes, the man did have a lot of money and nothing to spend it on. He damn well could shell some out for a good cause!
“Come along then…”
It took Draco about ten minutes to realize they were in a muggle part of London. And that they weren’t going to be leaving. Muggles were *everywhere*. He hung close to Lupin, feeling rather dirty. Of course. He had to stay out of sight, and so he had to mingle with muggles. Dirty, loud, annoying muggles.
“You know what, let’s just try the first shop we find,” Draco said, scowling at a rattily dressed woman wandering aimlessly down the sidewalk.
“All right. Here, we can stop in at Debenhams.”
“What?”
“It’s a department store,” Lupin explained. “You can find lots of different things in one place.”
“Clothes?”
“Of course clothes,” Lupin said. “That’s the whole purpose of taking you out today.” He pushed open a large glass door, and held it for Draco.
“This is a *store*?” It was…massive. It was immense. It was…mildly intimidating.
“Yes, it is,” Lupin said. “And clothing is…”
Draco had already found where the clothes were. Hundreds of clothes. Thousands maybe even. He didn’t recognize the styles or anything, but he didn’t care. Colors, fabrics, prints…
“Draco…No, Draco…those are girls clothes…”
“So?” He wasn’t going to be wearing them in the muggle world.
“Er…”
“I’m petite.” Draco wasn’t sure where to start. “This is nice…”
“That’s a woman’s blouse, Draco.”
“So? I like it.” He pulled the crisp, white blouse off the rack. “It isn’t as if I’m buying skirts!”
“Well, no…”
“All right then. I want this.” He handed the shirt to Lupin. “Oh, and I like the blue one too…green‘s good as well.”
“Why did I agree to do this?” Lupin asked out loud.
“Because you’ll do anything for me. Oh merlin, who would wear yellow?” Draco scowled, and moved on to another rack. “What are these?”
“They’re called t-shirts,” Lupin exclaimed, sounding tired.
“They’re stretchy.”
“They’re meant to be tight. They’re stretchy so they’ll cling to breasts. Which you don’t have. Because you’re not a girl.”
“But they’d still cling to me, wouldn’t they?”
“In theory, yes.”
“Then I want some. I’d imagine you’d like me in something tight…”
“You have far too high an opinion of yourself,” Lupin said.
“Not in the least. Light blue or dark?”
“Dark.”
“Thank you.” Draco added three of those to the pile-black, dark blue and pale green.
“No, Draco.”
“What?”
“These….these you can possibly get away with. *That*…there’s *lace* on it Draco. Boys do not wear lace!”
“Weasley’s dress robes had lace.”
“That…that’s different. This is…again I bring up the role breasts play in women’s fashion. The opaque part here is to cover that part of the anatomy, and the lace part here is to hint and tease at what’s beneath.”
“It’s just a little bit of lace. And plenty of men’s robes have lace collars and cuffs.”
“That isn’t the collar nor the cuff, nor is that a set of robes. That is a woman’s shirt. It is white, it has a strip of black lace beneath where breasts would be, and it is sheer. There is no way you can pass that off as…”
“I like it,” Draco said, firmly. “It’s my money, I’ll buy what I want.”
“Fine.” Apparently Lupin wasn’t going to argue anymore. He decided he had enough shirts for the moment. He *really* needed new trousers.
“Why do these flare out at the bottom?” he asked, inspecting a pair of sleek looking black trousers.
“Because girls wear them.”
“I highly doubt that’s the only reason they flare out. I like that.”
“Of course you do.”
Draco found four more pairs of trousers. Remus only seemed pleased with one-a rather boring pair of fitted gray trousers. Draco would grudgingly admit that the black ones with the rose work up the sides *were* feminine…but they looked so damn good on him!
“Oh, shopping for your sister?” The stupid muggle at the counter asked.
“N….”
“Yes,” Remus said quickly, cutting Draco off. “it’s her birthday…”
“That’s so sweet! Such a nice young man…”
Draco stopped paying attention. The muggle was *looking* at him. How dare she! He folded his arms, and let his mind wander a bit while Lupin took care of paying for everything.
“Well, there’s quite a bit left over. And you need undergarments. Please, *please* can we go to the men’s department for those?”
“Yes,” Draco said, following after Lupin. *That* was much easier. A few pairs of boxer pants, nothing too fancy. Though he couldn’t pass up the black ones with the silver serpentine dragons on them. Lupin seemed to approve.
“Is there any left?” Draco asked.
“Yes, there is. Why?”
“Have you looked in the mirror lately? You dress like a bag lady.”
“You’re so charming!” Lupin said, sarcastically.
“Buy yourself something decent, would you?”
“Oh. Draco, this money is for you…”
“And *I’m* telling you to buy yourself something. At least *one* outfit that isn’t full of holes, please?”
“Fine.”
“Thank you!” Honestly, Draco was embarrassed to be seen with him. “And you can shop in the men’s department…”
“I plan to.”
Three jumpers and two pairs of denim trousers later… “I really think you’d look good in blue,” Draco was insisting.
“I prefer brown, thank you.”
“Can you get trousers that aren’t denim? I hate denim. It’s cheap and it’s out of style.”
“These aren’t denim,” Lupin said, indicating a pair of dark brown trousers.
“No, they’re corderoy. Which is almost as….are those *leather*?”
“Hmmm? Oh. Yes.” Lupin nodded, following Draco’s gaze.
“You should get a pair.”
“What? No…”
“Yes,” Draco said, hauling him over. “You’ve got a lovely arse, I’d like to see it in leather. Oh look, they even have brown. You can get brown leather. Just get them!”
“I don’t think I’m the leather wearing type…”
“I say you are. What size are you? Let me see those…” Draco grabbed one of the hideous trousers and checked the size. “Here.” He pulled out a pair of smooth looking leather trousers in a matching size and thrust them at Lupin. “And you’ll need a shirt to go with them, none of *those* will look right at all…”
If he was going to date the man, he was going to dress properly. Draco would not have it any other way. And he liked leather, a lot.
“Look…it’s one of those t-shirt things. And it’s not a girl’s. And it’s got little leathery bits on it…” He held up the shirt (which had a deep v-neck collar with leather lacing) and showed it to Lupin.
“That is nice…” the werewolf admitted.
“Fine, you’re buying it. Go and buy them, now.”
“Am I allowed to get underwear?”
“No. I like you better without it.” Draco shoved Lupin to the counter. He wanted to be gone, away from muggles and large department stores and anything else. He actually *missed* that awful house.
“All right,” Lupin gathered up their bags. “Come on, time to go home.”
“Can we go home and you can try on that outfit I picked for you?”
“Why?”
“So I can tear it off of you.”
“No!”
“What?” Since when had Lupin been against sex?
“No, Draco. I think we can go for one night without being intimate.”
“What?”
“Oh merlin…” Lupin paused, outside the house. “Draco, why are you with me?”
“I dunno.” he really didn’t. He was good in bed, and he was the only person who was decent to him. And he was all right to look at. He still needed to fill out some and get rid of that damned gray, but otther then that…
“That’s not what I was hoping to hear,” Lupin said, sitting down on the steps. “Here, sit.”
“Are we going to have some heart to heart talk? Because we’ve only been together a few weeks…”
“I know we have,” Lupin said. “And I think we need to define our relationship.”
“What do you mean, define?” Draco was not in the mood for a long drawn out conversation. Especially an emotional one.
“I’m with you for quite a few reasons. I’m attracted to you, I am fond of you, you make me smile…”
“I get the point,” Draco snapped. “Look…I’m not exactly the feeling type, all right?”
“Regardless, we need to straighten out our…”
“We don’t need to straighten out anything!” Draco stood up, quickly. What didn’t Lupin understand? Feelings were felt inside for a reason, they needed to stay there!
“Draco…”
“You’ve just been listening to them too much.” Draco waved his hand. “We’re fine the way we are, all right?”
“No, it isn’t!” Lupin stood up as well. “This is *not* because of them. This is because…”
“I don’t care why!” Draco threw open the door, knowing that Lupin wouldn’t fight with him if anyone else could hear them. He stormed upstairs and tossed his bags down on the bed. Damn it! Everything was fine. Why did he have to bring emotion into it?
He needed a bath. He slammed the door to the bathroom shut and locked it. He needed to be alone for a bit.
He hated this. He wanted his old life back, where everything was normal and everything was proper. He didn’t want to be here, with these people! He had to go out among *muggles*!
When was everything going to be back to normal?
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Summary: 29. Draco loves shopping, but Muggle clothes are so confusing. It's not his fault they only give out the best stuff in girl's styles. And of course, Draco will only wear the best. Unfortunately, the affect of this is lost on all purebloods.
Rating: R
Title: Emotional Attachment
~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Here. For the boy.”
“Hmmm?” Remus Lupin looked up from the book he was reading. His eyes went from the small bundle of paper slips on the table and up to Severus Snape, who was looming over him.
“The boy. He needs clothing.”
“Oh, Draco. Yes, he does,” Remus agreed.
“I have no qualms over paying for a wardrobe for him. But you will take him. That should be a sufficient amount of muggle pounds to properly clothe him.”
“Severus…thank you.” Remus was surprised. He knew Severus had some sort of affection for Draco, but he hadn’t expected him to help *pay* for his care.
“I doubt there is much risk in muggle London. Though you will have a rather difficult time forcing him into muggle garments.”
“He’ll do it. He’s tired of wearing the same two things over and over again. When he’s desperate, he does what he’s told.”
“Oh really?” Severus raised an eyebrow, and smirked.
“I didn’t mean it like that,” Remus said, flushing. He wasn’t sure which he preferred; Severus’ easy going and often teasing view at the relationship, or everyone else’s forced ignorance.
“How is he?
“In bed?”
“No! In general.” Severus shook his head.
“Oh.” Remus blushed again. “He’s fine. He’s…he’s been staying in the room, mostly.”
“I thought you’d broke him of that?”
“He had a bit of a tiff with Tonks.” Remus sighed. “Since then…”
“What were they fighting about?”
“Tonks…she said something about Sirius.”
“Ah. I take it you haven’t mentioned your previous relationship to young Mr. Malfoy?”
“Not in detail,” Remus admitted. “I told him that Sirius and I were lovers. He doesn’t seem too bothered by it. I’m going to talk with him about it at some point.”
“Then you consider this to be a permanent arrangement?”
“More or less.” Remus shrugged, and was surprised when Severus sat down across from him.
“He is a very stubborn young man, Lupin.”
“I know.” Oh, did he know. “I’ve encountered that many times. But…I enjoy his company. He’s clever and he amuses me, even though he doesn’t mean too.”
“And he is sixteen.” Severus pointed out.
“I like to ignore that fact.”
“In public, yes,” Severus said, folding his arms. “But I’d imagine in the privacy of your own mind you’re rather delighted.”
“Honestly, Draco’s age has nothing to do with our arrangement.”
“It does. Come now Lupin…you cannot tell me that at your age it isn’t an ego stroke to have a sixteen year old boy willingly seeking out your bed.”
“Well, yes,” Remus admitted. “I will admit there is a certain…thrill at the fact that he finds me attractive. But that’s a very small part of it. In fact, his age is one of the reasons I was *against* it in the first place.”
“Are you attempting to tell me *he* made advances towards *you*?”
“He did.” Remus nodded. “The first night I brought him here. I came out of the bath and he was already naked in my bed. Then he invited me to join him.”
“Quite the harlot, isn’t he then?”
“No.” Remus shook his head. He thought he understood Draco’s reasoning for seducing him. In thanks, partially. Out of loneliness. Confusion. “Though he *did* tell me he didn’t want a relationship.”
“But you have one.”
“We do.” And that wasn’t a bad thing. At least not in Remus’ eyes. “Severus…why do *you* think I’m with him?”
“Honestly?”
“You’ve never been anything else with me.”
“I think you’re not an idiot,” Severus said with a slight sneer. “And sane man our age would leap at the chance to have a boy like Draco in their bed. Your mourning Black has nothing to do with it, if that’s what you’re afraid of.”
“That’s what everyone seems to think. That I’m with Draco because I’m still pining for Sirius, and I need something to fill that void.”
“And why would you choose Draco?” Severus asked. “It amazes me the level of stupidity I am surrounded by. Your options are actually quite vast. You are an attractive man, you don’t have a preference of men to women, and mostly everyone seems to find your ridiculously large eyes appealing.”
“Why Severus, I think I’m flattered,” Remus joked.
“I could easily name at least five other people who would be willing to share your bed. If you were simply suffering from cold nights, you’d have taken advantage long before now.”
This was news to Remus. There were people who wanted to sleep with him? Why hadn‘t he known this? Not that it mattered now, but…
“Five? Who?”
“Oh good lord…Shacklebolt’s been eyeing you. Tonks, she’s been moon eyed over you for years now. Weasley’s oldest. I’d wager you my family’s fortune that Granger…”
“Severus…” Remus cautioned.
“What?”
“It really wouldn’t be appropriate to continue that line of supposition. Hermione is sixteen, and a former student.”
“As is your current lover.”
“Point taken.” Remus sighed.
“At any rate, the point I was making was that you are not with the boy just because your bed is cold.”
“I’m not.” Remus agreed. “I do…I do have feelings for him.”
“This isn’t a discussion I want to have with you,” Severus said, standing up. “I don’t care why you’re with him, just as long as you take care of him.”
“You know I will.”
“Mmmm. Good luck, today.”
“Thank you,“ Remus said, with a grin. “I’ll need it.”
***
“We’re what?” Draco asked, raising an eyebrow at Lupin.
“We’re going shopping. You need clothes.”
“I’m being allowed out of the house?”
“Yes.”
Draco was actually quite happy. He could leave the musty, dark, dank old house. And he got to get new clothes. How they were going to afford his tastes, he had no idea.
“Where are we going?” Draco asked, raking his hair out of his eyes. It was getting longer then he liked it.
“We’ll browse around. There’s Westbourne Grove…it’s considered rather chic.”
“Is that a store?” Draco has never heard of it.
“No, it’s a street. *I’ve* never done any shopping there, far out of my price range. But we seem to have…well, quite a bit of money here for you…”
“Where did it come from?” That was the big question.
“Severus.”
“Oh.” Well, yes, the man did have a lot of money and nothing to spend it on. He damn well could shell some out for a good cause!
“Come along then…”
It took Draco about ten minutes to realize they were in a muggle part of London. And that they weren’t going to be leaving. Muggles were *everywhere*. He hung close to Lupin, feeling rather dirty. Of course. He had to stay out of sight, and so he had to mingle with muggles. Dirty, loud, annoying muggles.
“You know what, let’s just try the first shop we find,” Draco said, scowling at a rattily dressed woman wandering aimlessly down the sidewalk.
“All right. Here, we can stop in at Debenhams.”
“What?”
“It’s a department store,” Lupin explained. “You can find lots of different things in one place.”
“Clothes?”
“Of course clothes,” Lupin said. “That’s the whole purpose of taking you out today.” He pushed open a large glass door, and held it for Draco.
“This is a *store*?” It was…massive. It was immense. It was…mildly intimidating.
“Yes, it is,” Lupin said. “And clothing is…”
Draco had already found where the clothes were. Hundreds of clothes. Thousands maybe even. He didn’t recognize the styles or anything, but he didn’t care. Colors, fabrics, prints…
“Draco…No, Draco…those are girls clothes…”
“So?” He wasn’t going to be wearing them in the muggle world.
“Er…”
“I’m petite.” Draco wasn’t sure where to start. “This is nice…”
“That’s a woman’s blouse, Draco.”
“So? I like it.” He pulled the crisp, white blouse off the rack. “It isn’t as if I’m buying skirts!”
“Well, no…”
“All right then. I want this.” He handed the shirt to Lupin. “Oh, and I like the blue one too…green‘s good as well.”
“Why did I agree to do this?” Lupin asked out loud.
“Because you’ll do anything for me. Oh merlin, who would wear yellow?” Draco scowled, and moved on to another rack. “What are these?”
“They’re called t-shirts,” Lupin exclaimed, sounding tired.
“They’re stretchy.”
“They’re meant to be tight. They’re stretchy so they’ll cling to breasts. Which you don’t have. Because you’re not a girl.”
“But they’d still cling to me, wouldn’t they?”
“In theory, yes.”
“Then I want some. I’d imagine you’d like me in something tight…”
“You have far too high an opinion of yourself,” Lupin said.
“Not in the least. Light blue or dark?”
“Dark.”
“Thank you.” Draco added three of those to the pile-black, dark blue and pale green.
“No, Draco.”
“What?”
“These….these you can possibly get away with. *That*…there’s *lace* on it Draco. Boys do not wear lace!”
“Weasley’s dress robes had lace.”
“That…that’s different. This is…again I bring up the role breasts play in women’s fashion. The opaque part here is to cover that part of the anatomy, and the lace part here is to hint and tease at what’s beneath.”
“It’s just a little bit of lace. And plenty of men’s robes have lace collars and cuffs.”
“That isn’t the collar nor the cuff, nor is that a set of robes. That is a woman’s shirt. It is white, it has a strip of black lace beneath where breasts would be, and it is sheer. There is no way you can pass that off as…”
“I like it,” Draco said, firmly. “It’s my money, I’ll buy what I want.”
“Fine.” Apparently Lupin wasn’t going to argue anymore. He decided he had enough shirts for the moment. He *really* needed new trousers.
“Why do these flare out at the bottom?” he asked, inspecting a pair of sleek looking black trousers.
“Because girls wear them.”
“I highly doubt that’s the only reason they flare out. I like that.”
“Of course you do.”
Draco found four more pairs of trousers. Remus only seemed pleased with one-a rather boring pair of fitted gray trousers. Draco would grudgingly admit that the black ones with the rose work up the sides *were* feminine…but they looked so damn good on him!
“Oh, shopping for your sister?” The stupid muggle at the counter asked.
“N….”
“Yes,” Remus said quickly, cutting Draco off. “it’s her birthday…”
“That’s so sweet! Such a nice young man…”
Draco stopped paying attention. The muggle was *looking* at him. How dare she! He folded his arms, and let his mind wander a bit while Lupin took care of paying for everything.
“Well, there’s quite a bit left over. And you need undergarments. Please, *please* can we go to the men’s department for those?”
“Yes,” Draco said, following after Lupin. *That* was much easier. A few pairs of boxer pants, nothing too fancy. Though he couldn’t pass up the black ones with the silver serpentine dragons on them. Lupin seemed to approve.
“Is there any left?” Draco asked.
“Yes, there is. Why?”
“Have you looked in the mirror lately? You dress like a bag lady.”
“You’re so charming!” Lupin said, sarcastically.
“Buy yourself something decent, would you?”
“Oh. Draco, this money is for you…”
“And *I’m* telling you to buy yourself something. At least *one* outfit that isn’t full of holes, please?”
“Fine.”
“Thank you!” Honestly, Draco was embarrassed to be seen with him. “And you can shop in the men’s department…”
“I plan to.”
Three jumpers and two pairs of denim trousers later… “I really think you’d look good in blue,” Draco was insisting.
“I prefer brown, thank you.”
“Can you get trousers that aren’t denim? I hate denim. It’s cheap and it’s out of style.”
“These aren’t denim,” Lupin said, indicating a pair of dark brown trousers.
“No, they’re corderoy. Which is almost as….are those *leather*?”
“Hmmm? Oh. Yes.” Lupin nodded, following Draco’s gaze.
“You should get a pair.”
“What? No…”
“Yes,” Draco said, hauling him over. “You’ve got a lovely arse, I’d like to see it in leather. Oh look, they even have brown. You can get brown leather. Just get them!”
“I don’t think I’m the leather wearing type…”
“I say you are. What size are you? Let me see those…” Draco grabbed one of the hideous trousers and checked the size. “Here.” He pulled out a pair of smooth looking leather trousers in a matching size and thrust them at Lupin. “And you’ll need a shirt to go with them, none of *those* will look right at all…”
If he was going to date the man, he was going to dress properly. Draco would not have it any other way. And he liked leather, a lot.
“Look…it’s one of those t-shirt things. And it’s not a girl’s. And it’s got little leathery bits on it…” He held up the shirt (which had a deep v-neck collar with leather lacing) and showed it to Lupin.
“That is nice…” the werewolf admitted.
“Fine, you’re buying it. Go and buy them, now.”
“Am I allowed to get underwear?”
“No. I like you better without it.” Draco shoved Lupin to the counter. He wanted to be gone, away from muggles and large department stores and anything else. He actually *missed* that awful house.
“All right,” Lupin gathered up their bags. “Come on, time to go home.”
“Can we go home and you can try on that outfit I picked for you?”
“Why?”
“So I can tear it off of you.”
“No!”
“What?” Since when had Lupin been against sex?
“No, Draco. I think we can go for one night without being intimate.”
“What?”
“Oh merlin…” Lupin paused, outside the house. “Draco, why are you with me?”
“I dunno.” he really didn’t. He was good in bed, and he was the only person who was decent to him. And he was all right to look at. He still needed to fill out some and get rid of that damned gray, but otther then that…
“That’s not what I was hoping to hear,” Lupin said, sitting down on the steps. “Here, sit.”
“Are we going to have some heart to heart talk? Because we’ve only been together a few weeks…”
“I know we have,” Lupin said. “And I think we need to define our relationship.”
“What do you mean, define?” Draco was not in the mood for a long drawn out conversation. Especially an emotional one.
“I’m with you for quite a few reasons. I’m attracted to you, I am fond of you, you make me smile…”
“I get the point,” Draco snapped. “Look…I’m not exactly the feeling type, all right?”
“Regardless, we need to straighten out our…”
“We don’t need to straighten out anything!” Draco stood up, quickly. What didn’t Lupin understand? Feelings were felt inside for a reason, they needed to stay there!
“Draco…”
“You’ve just been listening to them too much.” Draco waved his hand. “We’re fine the way we are, all right?”
“No, it isn’t!” Lupin stood up as well. “This is *not* because of them. This is because…”
“I don’t care why!” Draco threw open the door, knowing that Lupin wouldn’t fight with him if anyone else could hear them. He stormed upstairs and tossed his bags down on the bed. Damn it! Everything was fine. Why did he have to bring emotion into it?
He needed a bath. He slammed the door to the bathroom shut and locked it. He needed to be alone for a bit.
He hated this. He wanted his old life back, where everything was normal and everything was proper. He didn’t want to be here, with these people! He had to go out among *muggles*!
When was everything going to be back to normal?
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Date: 2003-09-27 04:36 pm (UTC)“Of course you do.”
omg. that was so hilarious. much more then worth the wait. again, you made this seem completely canon. you made draco buying girls clothes feel completely canon. you deserve a metal of some sort.
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Date: 2003-10-11 10:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-28 03:53 pm (UTC)"Yes. I feel it sets off my manly figure." *poses*
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Now the voices have had their say...
Excelent! Yay! And a set up for a sequel! double yay! I'm home sick with a nasty cold. Have you ever tried laughing really hard with a stuffed up nose? Not easy, I tell you. But Thanks for cheering me up!
Note to self: Look suspiciously at blond boys buying clothes for their sisters.