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He quickly slipped out of his clothes, grumbling under his breath, and put on the dark blue suit. The saleswoman had added a matching tie to it, which Draco looped around his neck. He was just about to reach for his wand, stashed away in his transfigured cloak, when someone tugged at his curtain.

“What’s taking so long?” Potter asked impatiently.

“Just give me a moment,” Draco answered, fumbling for his wand.

“Are you wearing the suit?” Potter edged on.

“I am,” Draco sighed. “But—Hey!” Draco whirled around as Potter drew back the curtain. “You can’t just barge in here,” he snapped.

Potter shrugged. “You said you were wearing the suit.” Draco made a face, but let himself be tugged outside, suddenly feeling a bit shy. He had never worn a Muggle suit before.

His breath caught in his throat when Potter put his hands on Draco’s shoulder and started eyeing him intently. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking. When he cleared his throat and took a step back, Draco wanted to groan.

“You look…” Potter’s gaze became more intense before he cleared his throat again. “You look really good.”

Somehow, Draco got the impression Potter had wanted to say something else.

“You…don’t look too bad yourself,” Draco said, which was such an understatement, he almost cringed. Potter looked fabulous. The black suit, paired with a bow tie and a silky white dress shirt made him look like he had just stepped out of a painting.

Potter gave him a lopsided smile that stopped Draco’s heart.

“You need help with that?” Potter asked, pointing at the tie that still hung loosely around Draco’s neck.

“Actually,” Draco grumbled, “I was just about to get my wand, so I could tie it, when you dragged me out here.”

“Wait,” Potter said, frowning, “you can only do it with magic?”

“Why in Merlin’s name should I know how to do it without magic?” Draco retorted, pursing his lips.

Potter shook his head and let out a little laugh. “Come here,” he said, but didn’t wait for Draco to oblige and stepped closer instead.

Draco went rigid when Potter reached up and grabbed the tie, brushing his fingers against Draco’s neck in the process. By accident. Surely, it was by accident. Also, did he have to stand so close? Draco could feel his breath on his skin, he could smell him…Fuck. This was torture!

“There you go,” Potter said, looking pleased with himself. They both turned to look at themselves in the mirror and Draco had to admit, the suit wasn’t that bad. He liked the colour, the way the dark blue made his pale appearance look stately.

He peeked over at Potter’s reflection, only to find him avert his eyes hastily.

“I think you should buy the suit,” Potter said while pulling at his jacket as if he was trying to get out some invisible wrinkles.