“Heh.” Draceana looked up from her newly fitted robes to Harry, who was standing on the stool next to her. “What is it, Potter?” He lifted an arm for Madam Malkin to check the length of his uniform. “Just a bit of remembering, is all.” His girlfriend furrowed her brow, thinking for a moment before it lifted. “This is where we first met.” “Indeed.” “Far younger.” Malkin checked Harry’s other arm. “And far smaller too, you’ve grown a lot Mr. Potter.” “That’s right.” A teasing smile tugged at Draceana’s lips. “You were shorter than me then.” Harry frowned. “That’s the first thing that you think of?” “I thought it was cute. You were sort of just standing there in a daze, like a lost kitten.” He snorted. “While you were the properly groomed and refined cat that sat on the windowsill?” Draceana swept her hair. “Of course.” “Well, you were better prepared, I’ll admit that much. I had no idea what I was in for… though you were quick to inform me of all sorts of things.” She titled her head up. “Those in our position have a duty to inform those lost in ignorance.” “You reminded me of Dudley.” Draceana gasped and swatted Harry on the shoulder. “Miss Malfoy, do keep your hands to yourself.” Malkin’s words slipped between barely contained giggles. “He compared me to a muggle brat!” Harry shrugged. “I’m just being honest.” “His family made you live under the stairs, in a cupboard!” “And at the time, would you say that Dobby lived any better?” She winced. “…it still stings.” Harry reached over and patted her on the back. “I know you’re of a different mind now.” Draceana fluttered her lips. “You could have at least told me you thought I was pretty.” “Well, that goes without saying.” “Nice words are still good to hear, Potter.” Harry waited for Malkin to step back before leaning over and kissing Draceana on the cheek. “You were pretty, but the you I see before me is far more beautiful.” She huffed despite the blush on her cheeks. “I don’t know where you found your silver tongue, but it’s not fair.” “You are welcome to set my heart aflutter whenever you please. It’s not hard, either.” He grinned. “All you have to do is smile.” She hit him on the shoulder again, softer this time, and looked away. “Completely unfair.” Madam Malkin looked over her sewing tools, a mischievous light in her eyes. “I’ll have you know, Mr. Potter, that Miss Malfoy couldn’t stop talking about you after you left.” Draceana looked at her, aghast. “You don’t need to bring that up!” “I thought it was adorable, a girl who found herself a boy she fancied, but dressing it up in airs of ‘Oh, if I run into him again I’ll have to show him the ways,’, and wondering what your name was.” Draceana puffed out her cheek. “That was supposed to be private.” “And it is, between all of us.” Malkin flashed her a grin. Harry chuckled. “Now that is very good to know. I must have left far more of an impression than a lost kitten, then.” Draceana clicked her teeth. “Barely.” He raised an eyebrow and waited. “…you were the first person to look and just see… me. Not the heir of the Malfoy family, just a girl, and that made me excited, so my words got ahead of me.” She pressed her lips thin. “Of course, now that I know you thought of a fat muggle boy the whole time, it feels extra silly to bring up.” Harry scratched his cheek. “That’s not all I thought of.” “Oh? Do tell, it’s only right.” “I felt self conscious about how much I didn’t know about everything, and there you were, so full of confidence and talking like you had everything figured out… it made me feel small.” “I see…” Draceana looked him up and down. “Well, you’re rather big now.” Harry smiled. “I suppose I am.” He looked out the window. “Oh look! There’s Hagrid, wonder what he’s up to.” “‘Official McGonagall Business’,” Draceana did her best impression of the large man’s voice. “Merlin knows what that even entails.” “Something tamer than Dumbledore business, I hope.” He looked over at her. “Still think him a savage?” She crossed her arms. “No, but he will remain a bit of an oaf.” “With a heart of gold.” She nodded. “I could never deny that now. We should catch up to him after we’re done here.” “A fine idea. Am I all set, Madam Malkin?” The seamstress looked him over again. “Everything appears to be in order, my dear.” She walked over to Draceana. “What about you, Miss Malfoy? Any adjustments you think you need?” Draceana looked up at the mirror, seeing both her and Harry standing side by side, and smiled. “No, everything’s perfect.”