![]() I was hoping you’d at least like it.” He got up and made his way over to him, taking his hand and pressing a kiss against the back of it. “Well, it’s… It’s certainly something.” Draco scoffed and tapped his foot against the floor, looking rather cross. Draco was fluttering his eyelashes, and Harry had to bite down on his lip to keep himself from bursting into a grin. His trousers were black and rather tightly fitted, cutting off halfway through his calves. Draco had figured out how to maneuver his wings, so they stuck out above the top of his shirt and weren’t trapped beneath it. He was wearing a crop top that cut off right above his belly button, which was covered in glittery sequins that reflected the light back into his eyes, nearly blinding him. Draco had a long, flowing scarf that was made entirely of white, downy feathers wrapped around his neck, the bottom of which ended right above his hips. He loved him for it, but sometimes it made him laugh. Harry had to stop himself from laughing, as he knew that Draco wouldn’t appreciate it, but he couldn’t help it, he was always so extra. Finally, Draco opened the door and stepped out, leaning back against the booth, while he draped one arm over his head. But he couldn’t cut holes for him here, they were just trying things on. Harry always cut holes in Draco’s tops for him, so his wings had somewhere to go, otherwise they’d always be covered and folded down against his body, which he was sure had to be uncomfortable. He could hear Draco struggling, as he attempted to fit the clothes he’d picked out over his wings without tearing the shirts in half. The only thing that had been close to passable were sandals, but his talons were just too long and still tapped against the floor when he walked. Harry had tried to find shoes that would fit over his hooked feet, but nothing had worked so far. ![]() “Charm me.” Draco’s eyes twinkled, as he grinned and disappeared into the changing booth, his talons clicking against the floor. ![]() ![]() “Well, go on then.” Harry said, sitting back in the chair. ![]()
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