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1. Particular, especial

It started simple enough — At least Harry has been paying too much attention to the pair to not notice—. They were still in school, mid sixth year to be exact. He had been following Malfoy again, because of course he had to . He had been acting strange for days now. Not strange as before, but odd . As if something in his face was off, behind that tender-ish smile.

Harry by that point has made a full catalog on Malfoys demeanors. He knew the type of look for basically every emotion he could think about, although he has yet to master the full range of happiness and peacefulness. Those are particularly hard to find, surprisingly.

The Dark Lord has been defeated by that point (please, don’t ask him how). They had managed to clear Sirius's name too, which has been good. He no longer has to live outside the Wizarding World, nor had he had to endure living with the Dursley. He almost died, but again, he won’t get into the details about that. Many things could have gone wrong, but luckily for all, Dumbledore had a backup plan. The dark time was finally over. It was all alright. Not a single death, thankfully (not one that hit particularly close to home, at least). So yeah, that was good.

And yet, Malfoy seems off. Like he's not entirely happy with the outcome of the events — not that Harry is going to believe that he's not relieved his family is safe now; hosting the Dark Lord couldn’t have been as easy as he made it look like—. He did what they all did after war “returning to the right path” . His family confesses their crimes (he doesn’t know what the result of that was, but Sirius had said it wasn’t that bad). They had to return to school, they had to get back to normal (whatever normal meant for them, since none of them really knew). They had to prepare for their future, now that Voldemort has been defeated.

It wasn't that something good for them? To be a little more normal now? By seeing Malfoy alone, Harry isn’t sure if this was a good ending or not. Or if it was the end, to begin with. So this is his life now. Constantly caring for him.

Malfoy's sigh is nearly nonexistent, but Harry noticed it anyway even across the Great Hall. He's been paying attention, a little too much to not to. He doesn't lose track of the way Malfoy mutters something to Parkinson, nor does he miss the way he gives in on whatever the discussion was. Hermione is talking to him, but he still catches with a side look the tiny box Malfoy puts out of his pocket. Parkinson shouldn't look so happy while he looks devastated, that's for sure.

"Harry, we will be late" his friend reminds him, urging him to get up.

He does because he really has to. He wants to become an Auror, and now that the Dark side is long gone, he doesn’t get to use the whole “preparing for the war” speech . It didn’t work well before the actual war, nor will work now that it’s over. Not with Snape. He follows his friends all the way to the dungeons without being able to engage much in their chatting. Harry is still thinking on what the fuck Parkinson has get out of Malfoy once he has made his way to his seat. Hermione and Ron had already given up on getting his attention. Harry is so fixed on his thoughts that he doesn't catch the smile on his redhead friend while Parkinson gets in the room. Hermione does notice the frown in Harry's face when Malfoy steps inside, not so far behind her.

It's a vicious circle every fucking time. Ron makes a stupid remark about the girl while Malfoy jumps on her defense, hence Harry gets involved too, and Granger gets dragged into their mess as she was an extension of him. She's already prepared with a speech on how they shouldn't be fighting with them on Potions, but the need for that speech never comes. 

Harry's eyes are to focus on Parkinson now, specially on her hands.

The silver ring glows on her pale skin. He doesn't know shit about colors, but he can swear that silver is not her color. Not with that particular piece.

Parkinson is all giggles while playing with that damn thing, showing it to Malfoy — as he hasn't seen it , Harry thinks, well aware he was the one who bought it—. The gem on it reflects the poor light on the room so beautifully, though. Even from afar, Harry can see the work on the fucking piece. Many rocks, and probably worth more Galleons than it should be.

"Open your books on page 78…"

Snape appears right on time, as always. Harry has to force himself to look away from the Slytherin, turning his attention to the class. Every now and then he takes a look at the pair, when he hears her soft laugh over and over again. It has to get old at some point.

No one can be that happy over an stupid ring. Right. Right?

Mumbling to himself, Harry returns to work on his table, letting time fly by. Only after he finishes his potion (he's aiming for good grades, for real this time) and once he's certain he didn't fuck up, he talks to Hermione. "Herms…" The witch is looking at him with sincere curiosity, while she rearranges her hair on a messy ponytail "Do you like jewelry?"

There's a brief moment for her cheeks to go pink. But Harry is pretty sure it is due to the hot temperature around them. The cauldron is still on the fire, the tables around them are not much different.

"I'm yet to know a witch who doesn't" she managed to answer, not fully giving her opinion on the matter.

It wasn't a great look to admit she does like it, not when she has teased some other girls about it (a particular dark haired girl, that is, the same one Harry kept looking today)

"Hmm…" Harry doesn't add much on the matter, neither does she. They return to work now that the potion is almost ready. Snape praise on the Slytherin side of the room gets their attention. Of course Malfoy has completed their potion first. He always fucking does nowadays.

"It's unfair being that good while looking that calm" Ron has murmured; even with the help of his friends, he's pretty sure this is not going to be his year.

"Tell me about it…" Hermione agrees with him, her hair is a statement of that sentiment. She was the first to admit that Malfoy has been more active in classes, less pretentious even, but certainly not less smart. He's the one going against her for first place in almost every class. Whatever happened before war was long gone, and the brat wasn’t hiding the real size of his brain now. It was so fucking hurtful. He didn’t even sweat on DADA, how what’s that even possible?!

"He has been working hard. He’s just good at taking care of himself?" Harry tries to help

Neither Herms nor Ron are surprised. It’s not the first time they've been talking about this.

"Still, he gets an advantage on Potions for sure. He's family for him, isn't he?" 

Harry is about to talk Ron out of it, to remind him that he and Remus could be accused of that too, and he is not getting any bonus points because of that; but his eyes catch the exact moment when Parkinson pulls the ring out of her finger. She doesn't look that sad because of it, on the contrary, she looks awfully excited. Malfoy received the damn thing with that look on his face.

He seems happy, in a weird way.

"I'm sure they're gonna love it, dear" Harry swears he heard that one clear enough; he wants to know all of it now. Who what's that ring supposed to be given to? A girlfriend? A fiance? No. They were way too young to be thinking about long commitments.

Malfoy answers something, but he doesn't get to hear him, distracted with the little pain on his neck. The book that had been smashed on him gets everyone's attention.

"For someone whose work is bearable, distraction shouldn't be allowed"

Harry would have been embarrassed to be caught if not because he was being praised. 

A bearable work is as good as he was going to get from him.

"Thank you, Professor"

Potter could almost swear that Snape smirks. It was so small, so tiny it was probably just a reflex he didn't even notice he’s making. Still, Harry counts it as a win. Snape moves away after saying that they were free to go, since they completed their work (but he does ask for an essay, much to his displease). Harry has long forgotten about the ring now. He repeats to himself that it was thanks to Snape, since he said he did a bearable job. 

Not because Parkinson returned that stupid thing back, of course.

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Next time is as simple as before, but it repeats with that much frequency is odd . Nothing is looking out of the ordinary for Malfoy, he's starting to look less stressed about it each time it happens —no that Harry is keeping an eye on it—, not sure if that’s good or bad, though. He no longer argued with Parkinson before she wore them, so that's that .

By the end of the year, Parkinson has been seen wearing a fair amount of new pieces of jewelry. Rings, bracelets, necklaces (there's even more than that, but Harry isn't even sure of the name of those pieces). If you can name it, Parkinson probably has worn it. 

But none of those were for Parkinson to keep. That's the only thing Harry has come to notice.

Each time the witch walks around with a new piece of jewelry, Malfoy is walking next to her waiting for the moment she gets bored with it. Harry counts at least 20 times on where he had seen them talk about it, while Parkinson put the piece-of-the-moment back on Malfoy's hand. Each fucking time she had been all smiles around the idea of using the “exclusive designs” first, and Malfoy looked sincerely relieved to get her approval, apparently.

It got him curious, it was only natural it did so.

Harry has even thought about getting something for Hermione, to get a sense of what Malfoy felt while doing something so… Bizarre.

He never acts on it, of course. Hermione, while endearing, wouldn't be given things back if she really liked them (Harry won’t even try to get them back to begin with, obviously). She won’t be looking as happy as Parkinson did during that all ourdeal. That witch had a mischievous smile on her lips while doing so. Herms would never look that way, so there's no need to try out.

But still, he gets curious. 

Why does Malfoy keep buying stuff for Parkinson to try on? Why does Parkinson give those things back to him so easily? 

More importantly, why does he look so pleased while she's doing so, once she promises him that that person would love it? Whoever that was.

Once Dumbledore announces a ball for Yule, Harry is certain Parkinson will get a new piece of Malfoy's collection—there's no better name for it at this point—. He can almost bet this one will be hers (like for real this time) It should be about damn time for them to act on whatever game they had. It was getting old, after all. Or so he thought.

The day of the ball came quickly. Malfoy did buy something new (he saw the box long before Malfoy got to the dungeons, he did not stalk him, it arrived during dinner), Parkinson was actually fucking glowing on a piece that looked beyond marvelous. They both looked like the most beautiful couple on the ball (of course they did, even Harry had to stop talking while they walked in, because she looked absolutely divine; Malfoy was a bit more than breathtaking, but he didn't say that out loud). She wore a dress that had such a low cut that the piece seemed to be a garment on itself. There were rows and rows of pearls on it, mixed with green glowing gems on each line. Tiny drops of diamonds were in there too. 

It looked expensive.

It felt fucking expensive to even look a it.

To say she was the most envied witch of the night was an understatement. She will be envied for decades after tonight.

"She's so going to be Mrs Malfoy one day" Lavender had muttered, her arm around Ron's. The redhead murmured something, agreeing with her.

"They do look good together" Hermione has to admit, her face was quite pink at the look of them; she was in with Harry (on solving the mystery), but each day her loyalty shivered a little. The mystery Harry saw couldn't be such.

Malfoy loved to spoil her. That has to be it.

Harry didn't want to say she was right on that. He wasn't ready to be defeated.

On solving this , of course. 

"If they don't make out tonight, I'm keeping my bet" it's all he manages to say; what else could he add, really? He and Hermione discuss it so frequently that Ron has to step in.

He has bet that Malfoy had a weird kink shit going on with her, and Harry has bet that he doesn't, he was just being an idiot around her for no particular reason.

"That's not how it works, mate"

Harry ignored him, keeping his eyes on the pair. Hermione wasn't that interested in the party either, more than happy to keep investigating with him. Once the music began, she followed him to the center — they were trying to be subtle, but Harry was all but discreet—. While dancing to the slow tunes, he catches a bit of the conversation.

"It's a shame, really. I would wear it every day…"

Parkinson sounded disappointed, for once she wasn't all giggles. Harry exchanges a look with Hermione. From his place he couldn't see them, but she did. She did look surprised, so Malfoy's face should have shown something.

The smile on his lips was just bashful, so unlike him.

"I already told you it isn't yours, you were the one who insisted "

He didn't sound mad at all, not even surprised or bothered. Maybe he was a bit tired of it? 

"You wanted to keep it in a box, Draco. It's too beautiful for that." Parkison sound baffled, and Potter has to give her a point; that piece was art, it has to be worn, period.

"Maybe it’s too beautiful for you too, don’t you think?" he said, his old self showing easily. Or perhaps, that was just him?

Harry looked at Hermione wide-eyed. She was looking back at pretty much the same way. He just didn't, did he? He didn’t call his date ugly just now, no when she looked like that. Did he?

"Oh, shut up . I'm the best you’ll get, to model them, I mean…”

"It's not for you, dear" Malfoy reminded her, and this time he did sound tired "But you're right, as usual. I doubt someone will be as indulgent as you are... Still, none of those will be yours"

Their conversation moves away before Harry gets the chance to realize. Too stunned to speak, he takes Hermione's hand and moves out of the center. They walked their way till they reached the drinks table, and both looked equally curious.

"So not much as a kink shit" Harry suggest

"Neither are any for her to keep" Hermione adds

It was definitely weird. But it was still safe, right? Nothing dangerous going on.

"Maybe he just likes to spend obscene amounts of Galleons?" He tried to say, but that sounded off even for him; Malfoy was known for throwing money on a variety of things, of course. His family spoiled him rotten, but that still didn't feel right. He usually spent an stupid amount for others and let everyone know, and when he did spend money on himself he was incapable of keeping it shut. He was the opposite to Harry in that sense; while Potter spent galleons without saying numbers, Malfoy enjoyed when people knew .

He never went as far as to say exact numbers, but considering the things he used… He wasn’t shy about his spending habits, that’s for sure. Except when it came down to this particular subject. 

All people knew it was expensive, but Malfoy didn’t brag about it himself at all.

"Look, we just got a new piece of evidence tonight; I doubt we'll get much more than that…" Hermione said, while taking a short sip "Maybe we could relax for tonight, and keep looking after winter break?"

More than happy to comply, Harry agrees.

Parkinson wasn't going to be Mrs Malfoy in the near future, so he could relax for now.

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Third time's a charm. Or thirty, to be exact.

Harry definitely doesn't have a record of each jewelry Malfoy has bought at this point, but he does know the number of things that he had in his collection (at the very least, he knows the number of things he had bought from school). This changed a few weeks before the school year ended, right in the middle of the N.E.W.T.s period. He had to take a break after hours of studying with his friends; he had betrayed Ron, leaving him with Hermione to repeat some subjects he just can't get through (and Harry has, thank God). Soon enough he finds himself walking outside school, and near the lake. He finds Malfoy there — again, he is not stalking him; he just knows where he would be, he has memorized his routine by this point—.

They hadn't fought in a long time, even before the fall of Voldemort at the end of the last year. Harry needed some help back then, with Potions (Hermione had assured him that Malfoy was a better bet, she was too busy with her O.W.L.s back then). Hence, they had been civil since.

Not close enough to be friends, but certainly not that far from it.

So Harry doesn't find that odd walking to him in times like this. Nor is he rejected while he sits on his left without uttering a single word. Malfoy doesn't look up right away, too focused on the book that rests on his knees. Harry was too curious for his own good, but Malfoy doesn't seem to care when Potter looks over his shoulder, just to get a sense of what he’s doing.

There's a thick book right there. More like a catalog, rather than a proper book, if Harry has to say. The pages are filled with information and so much detail that it's difficult to track all of it; size, material, colors, patterns, artist, time, and much more. There’s also big pictures on the center of each page, the magical type of them. Harry recognized the pieces.

"Of course you have a catalog of the jewelry you got" Harry can't help himself, muttering his words with a tint of disbelief as he sits again in his place.

Malfoy, honest to God, smirks.

"It helps keep things organized" is the only answer he gave him.

They stay there, silent. They had done that before, quite a lot actually. Ever since the beginning of their sixth year, most nowadays that the seventh is so close to them. They don’t talk much to each other, both have found that the silence between them is not as uncomfortable as they had thought. Sometimes it gets a little weird. They live on different orbits, it’s only natural that they haven't had the chance to adjust to that.

This time, though, Harry is too close to the mystery to not fall for it.

"I've been wanting to ask…"

He can be as polite as him, sometimes .

Malfoy’s gaze goes from the pages to him, and Harry kinda forgets what he was about to say once he’s looking at him. His eyes had changed, from the records he had made. Malfoy doesn't look as cold as before, he hasn't in a long time. Harry didn't have many changes to notice before. Not this close. That face goes straight to the peaceful section, right between relaxed and pleased with himself.

"Potter, you were saying…?" Malfoy tries to help him, since the other boy seems just lost.

He’s smiling, almost tenderly.

"Why are you buying this shit?"

Ok. Not all the time. Fuck being polite.

"Excuse me?"

Shit. Now he has done it. 

The coldness in his eyes returns, the smile is long gone and Harry really should apologize, but he won't. He's way too stubborn to back down now. He can slow down a bit, but that’s pretty much what he’s willing to do. "I mean. Malfoy. That looks expensive as fuck, why do you spent your money like that?"

"I don't see how that's something you should care about" 

Fair point. He was expecting something more cruel, more Malfoy-before-being-good-like. This wasn't that bad.

"It's not my problem” he has to admit it “But it is curious. You can't blame me when you're the one showing it off around school"

" I'm not the one showing it off. Pansy is"

"That's more curious even, does she want those?"

His words seem to tire him out, Harry can definitely say that. Malfoy pressed the bridge of his nose, gathering all the patience he could get. Harry just waits. He has seen this look, he does this exact same thing when Parkinson is insisting on something. The Merlin-give-me-strength face.

Ha, she is not the only one that gets under his skin, apparently.

"It's not for her" Malfoy states, it's like a mantra his tired as fuck to repeat "and it's not that expensive… "

That's a good one. Malfoy seems aware of that, or Harry's eyebrow is too up to ignore.

He backs off, but seems unwilling to lose just yet.

"Potter, for Merlin. It’s not as I can’t afford it"

"I'm pretty sure you'll be broke by the time you get married, though. If you keep spending at this rate”

Malfoy holds a not-so-dignified groan. 

“Your wife will hate you for it" Harry continues, unable to keep it to himself. He’s smiling wide and smug; Malfoy has to look away, feeling a bit more embarrassed than he should. He covers his face partially, not facing Harry again.

"I highly doubt it. All of it is for… her , so hate won't be the word I would use…"

Huh. What? Harry had to focus on the less important part of it.

"Wait. Wait. Wait. What do you mean by that?"

Malfoy closes the catalog then, fully aware he won't be able to complete whatever he was doing before Harry arrived. His face is just a bit embarrassed at this point, and Harry needs to look a bit more intensely to see the cheeks get bright pink. The fact that he can’t face him is adding even more to him. New face unlock.

"I'm buying it for my future spouse, Potter. It was something like a tradition in my family, but I got a bit carried away after the war…"

Oh.

"Mr. Malfoy buys expensive jewelry for Mrs Malfoy" it wasn't a question, it’s a fact.

He hadn't seen Narcissa that many times, but her jewelry wasn't cheap at all.

"My grandfather used to do it as well. They all have. I received the key to my vault last year. Mother thought it was a good time, all things considered, and gave something to keep distracted. Being an only child, it made sense for me to inherit all. I have been collecting more things since then…"

That was nice, actually. Harry can admit that. He was not only getting new pieces, but creating a whole collection with the items his family already had for him. Pretty sweet.

"I never thought you were the romantic type"

Malfoy looks visibly offended.

"You haven't seen much about me to know that type of thing, have you?"

Ouch. 

"Well, you did send me a letter once, during class"

"That was not a letter, weirdo. That was a prank"

"A handwritten prank with a draw that's barely offensive is kind of romantic"

"You're fucking unbelievable"

Although he tried to sound all mean, Malfoy doesn't get away with it. His smile is nothing more than a clear symptom of how happy he is, and Harry is able to add one more look to his book. He is beginning to think where would he locate that look when Malfoy continues;

"Still, buying this type of thing helps me focus. I'm not sure what the fuck the future would look like, but being able to see something before hand really helps"

"So you’re the controlling type. That's more fitting"

Malfoy just laughed briefly, he doesn't have a proper response to that. Harry is laughing too, because he doesn't know what to do either. Or maybe his happiness is that contagious.

They fell into silence once again, little by little. 

"I'm sure most of us aren't sure of the future" Harry says, after a while. He's not looking at him anymore, but he does take a side look at his direction while adding "If it helps, I think it is a good thing to focus on… Your future spouse"

Malfoy being fixed on a long type commitment, that makes sense.

Even if it hurts a little.

"But… For the record…"

Malfoy is looking at him now, interested.

"You and I can hang out more, if you want. I can help keeping you focus, that way you don't get bankrupt before you met her"

This time Malfoy doesn't argue, he doesn't smile either. His eyes are a bit darker than before, like he was thinking about something he can’t say out loud. Harry feels a bit like an idiot, of course the idea wasn't appealing for him.

A spoiled brat giving up on spending. Just to be with him.

"I'm not that easy to be around with" Malfoy states, after a silence that wasn't that long "But you do like challenges…"

"I'm all about a good challenge"

"I won't give up on buying jewelry, though"

"I won't let you spent that much then"

"What are you, my accountant?"

As Harry laughs, Malfoy just sighs.

"Fine. You'll chose the amount, but I choose what I'll bought"

"That reasonable enough"

They keep chit chatting for a bit after that, and Harry feels a bit better about the whole deal once he's back in the castle. Parkinson wouldn't need to be one of his worries from now on.

But that person Malfoy has yet to meet… Whatever, he doesn't care what future Mrs Malfoy looks like.

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Malfoy does keep his word. Kind of.

Every time since last year he had discussed with Harry how much Galleons he's allowed to spend on his newest piece; everytime he gets the urge to add just one more item on his collection, Harry has to agree to it first. As stupid as it sounds, he stays under whatever number Harry throws at him, no matter what that number is. Sometimes Harry could swear he is lying about the prices, or flexing a bit much the rules, but they don't argue about it. He becomes a bit indulgent, perhaps. That 's it.

Harry has to remind himself — more frequently than he would like— that that's Malfoy's fortune, so it shouldn’t be none of his business. Even if Draco is willing enough to let him decide what it should be done with it.

One thing that hasn't changed, however, is the fact that Parkinson still uses every new piece of jewelry that ends up in her hands. The witch has a valid point, much to Harry's disgrace. All of the things Malfoy has picked are too pretty to be inside a box forever, much more now that he knows most are custom made. The blond had taste, or at least, Harry really resonated with the gems he picked for each piece.

"You could try it on, you know that" Malfoy said one day, while they were sitting next to the lake; the open box was still fixed on Potter’s hands.

Seventh year is close to the end. They have been hanging out more and more lately, so this is their spot. This is the place where Harry often talks about the obscene prices Draco pays, and is the same place where the blond takes the time to look at different catalogs. Or, like now, is the place where Harry gets to see the new items first .

"It's too pretty for a hand like mine" Harry says "Besides, that's a girl's ring"

Draco is frowning a bit, his eyes are on Harry, and Harry's are still in the ring. Is a tiny piece of gold with a leaf design for the body. The gem is big enough to pass as a wizard type of thing, but the design is so delicate that Harry can't really see any boy wearing it. 

"There's no such thing as a girl's ring" When he takes the ring out of the box Harry’s holding, and puts it on, it is clear that Malfoy is able to pull that off. But the color isn't right for him.

"Ok. Maybe I'm wrong. Let me…"

The blond is rolling his eyes when he pulls the thing out of his finger and passes it to him. Things like this have happened before, mostly with bracelets. Not with the rings, or the collars yet. Draco's gaze is fixed on Harry's face then, when he slides his finger inside the ring.

And its so fucking right.

The gold ring is beautiful on him.

"It's pretty"

Harry almost hates himself for admitting that out loud. It was easier to talk all honesty in his head, but to say that to Draco always felt off. 

Because it was almost sad to agree that his future spouse would love it.

"Looks good on you"

That shit burn. 

Harry is about to take the ring off when Draco places a hand on top of his; finally looking at him, Harry finds a smile on his lips. Almost satisfied with himself, or his pick.

"Use it for today" he suggested "Let me know if feels right, I could change some details if needed"

Harry would prefer to argue, but he also wants a point for his team.

That stupid war with Parkinson has been a lost cause for to fucking long.

"I thought Pansy was your favorite model"

Malfoy groans, standing up.

"She's not half as pretty as you think she is"

Harry has to laugh. Draco is too blind for his own good, and that's fine by him. He takes the hand the other offers, and he has agreed to it even before asking.

"Would you be following me around like her?"

"That depends, would you give it back?"

No. That's what he would like to say.

"I have to?"

It sounded weird, as a question, but not the type he intended to. Draco's eyes have softened. He wasn't aware his hands were still on him till he was no longer holding them.

"You can keep it as long as you want, Harry"

Good. He can accept that, for now.

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First year of Auror training was brutal. He was immersed in the academy for longer than he had expected and he hadn't had the chance to get out with his friends in forever. Ron's presence there was good, but they weren't as close as before, now that the guy has started dating his mysterious girlfriend. 

Harry was even more than thankful that Draco's letters were as constant as they were. Because otherwise he would have gone crazy by this point.

The blond decided to become a Potion Master, he had the grades to choose — or be chosen— for whoever Master he wanted. He had chosen Snape, of fucking course. So he spent most of his time in Hogwarts, and he took advantage of that frequently.

He kept on going to their spot to write letters to Harry, and to grow his collection even further.

"I should have convinced you to be an Auror too" Harry had write one time, after Draco admitted the amount he had spent last time "You'll still be poor by the end of it, but an Auror makes more money as far as I know"

Malfoy had the last laugh with that one, both because Harry was wrong and also because he had been teasing him about choosing his career just by the financial gain of it. He knew it wasn't just that, but Potter got so offended he couldn't help himself.

"I can't believe you're still doing that" Ron commented that time, while he and Hermione finally got the chance to get together.

They were taking a break from walking on Diagon Alley; they had reunited in a coffee shop, a very expensive one. Apparently Ron heard that this place was good (and he had ordered something without looking at the menu, but that wasn't the point) Harry and Hermione didn't care much, so they agreed to be there, and walk around no long after. Right now Harry was doing the thing again, wearing jewelry, as Ron points out.

He had a very cute collar around his neck. Nothing as crazy as the one Parkinson used during the Yule ball in sixth year, but still impressive. Around 4 rows of pearls and a big ass crest on the center. It wasn't the Malfoy crest, at least, it was Black's. But it was known that Sirius had forgotten about his family name long ago, once he got married.

"It is bad?"

Harry was still getting used to them, honest be told. But after 2 years of wearing new jewelry every now and then, he had to admit that he actually liked it . The new rings Malfoy had bought were now in his place, and most of the necklaces were making their way to it too. Old items were with the blonde, though. Harry couldn't think of a way to ask to try them yet, because how weird would that be.

"It's just weird mate. Seeing you with it, knowing who's belong to"

He had a valid point, Harry had to admit. Hermione is just hiding a smile behind her hair, not looking at them. 

"If I say I bought it myself, would it help?"

She snorted not so casually, Ron shrugged.

"As if you would spend a dime on those"

Alright. That was true. He wouldn't spend as much if he has a say on it. But being able to wear them without spending a single Galleon was good; that wasn't the only reason to wear them, though. He knew that. Ron probably knew that too.

Hermione definitely figured it out long before he even considered the real reason behind that.

"I think it looks pretty in him" she helps him, and Harry has to smile at her, because what a savior she was "Almost like it was made for him"

Sometimes .

"Ugh, Herms… Really?" 

Harry gets to ignore Ron and his own embarrassment as soon as his eyes catch a glimpse of the blond. Malfoy is walking next to Parkinson, not so far away from them. She's all giggles, as usual, and he's wearing that tired expression while opening a door for her. It took Potter's full attention when he realized where they stepped into.

"I have to go" he says, parting away from his friends far too easily; just like the good old times, when his little obsession with the other began.

Or when they indulge him into it.

They know what he's about to do. For sure. As much as Harry has a full book about Draco, both of his friends have a book on him. He has that "Malfoy is up to something" look on his face. They didn't even argue. He said his goodbyes without even thinking much about it. It was true that he was no longer used to seeing them both, but Malfoy was even worse.

It must have been 4 months since they met face to face.

Harry is in front of the jewelry shop, looking at the inside from the window. There's some pretty expensive pieces on display, but he doesn't even look at anything that's not Parkinson, and the wide smile on her face. He walks in before he even realizes it. The sweet ring of the bell doesn’t seem to distract them. 

“You’re such a brat nowadays” Malfoy had said, while she was staring at the pieces in front of her “Are you even aware he can’t afford that?”

Harry won’t be the one to admit that something settles right there and then. They weren’t looking for something meaningful from him to her. Parkinson is smiley, not as always. There’s something new on the way her lips have curved. Harry has to talk before hearing more. Suddenly, he’s a bit regretful for showing up.

“¿Draco…?”

Both of them had turned to him, but Harry was too focused on him to notice the smirk on Parkison's lips. He takes a good look at the blond; 4 months wasn’t that much time, surely, but he is definitely taller now. Seeing him without the Hogwarts uniform was new too, last time they got the chance to talk Harry was the one who went to him, using a quick visit to Remus and Sirius as an excuse. 

“Harry…”

He can’t help but smile at him, seeing the softness in his eyes. Nor he rejected the hands that are placed on top of the necklace, caressing the skin beneath it. His own hands are placed on top of the pale ones, and Draco is looking first to his eyes, then to the piece itself. He had sent this one a few weeks ago, and he had tried already, he told him that. But a quick trip to Diagon Alley was as good an excuse as he could get. Malfoy had promised him that he didn’t mind.

“It looks beautiful in you”

His face is hot. He knows that.

“It could use a few more rows of pearls” Harry admits, quietly

Before he started the training he had been a bit more honest with his reviews. Mostly when they were alone. Since he hadn’t seen the other before, it slipped through his mouth before he realized they weren’t exactly alone. Draco doesn’t seem to care that Parkison is right there; Harry knows he shouldn’t feel like winning, but fuck…

“I can arrange that”

But Draco always fucking listen to him, as his word was the only thing that mattered.

“Oh, my. I’m so sorry to keep both waiting. Oh. Welcome, sir…”

Malfoy let him go, he was the one who took a step back. He always was. Harry looked at the woman behind the showcase, exchanging a brief gaze with Parkinson. The witch had the mischievous written on her face. He felt so embarrassed. Malfoy turned his attention to the woman, and Pansy just held a smile while looking at the box that she had.

“Here’s the item you were looking for, Mr. Malfoy” she explained, then she went to the dark haired lady “Is there anything that had your attention, Mrs. Parkinson?”

“I would prefer keep on looking” she responded, simply

“Of course, Mrs… How about you, Mr…?”

When the lady looked at him, Harry couldn’t think of a proper response. His lips did part, but not a single sound came out. Draco was placing a hand on his shoulder, putting him closer to them. 

“He’s with me, Artemis…” 

That sounded about right.

Draco exchanged a look with him. It was subtle, but Harry was nodding at him before processing what he was asking. Malfoy walked behind him and had his hands behind his neck, not a second later. He was opening the tiny lock while he added; “There's additional work for you, actually…”

It feels so good, so natural.

As this wasn’t the very first time something like this happened.

“He would like to add some modifications to it”

Draco had been the one who helped him put the jewelry he couldn’t, while they were in school. He had left all of those with him, trusting him. This was the very first time he was taking one off. But Harry was certain it was not for actually getting it back. That thought alone made his heart feel warm.

“I will be my pleasure, Mr. Malfoy. Please, tell me more…” the woman said, taking the necklace with such care it was clear she was the one who made it. Harry felt his cheeks go bright red now. It wasn’t supposed to be him, right?

“Draco…” he tried to say, looking at the other man

“Your choice” it was the only answer

Potter had to nod in response, unable to say much more. He heard Pansy snorting, so low and so briefly he wasn’t even sure she actually did. He decided to ignore it, getting his full attention to the other witch, who was now helping him with the piece. Distracted as he was, he only took a brief look at the pair, who were murmuring to each other. 

“You never let me chose, cheater ” Pansy had said, but the smile on her lips defeated the whole mean purpose behind her tone

“Are you still bitter about that, love?”

Potter was fixed on the charms the witch was making, the rows moving piece by pace, relocating the whole thing. Tiny rows were also making their way between them, adding more body to the whole figure.

“I’m not the one hiding, dear. A lie can only take you so long…”

Malfoy holds a huff.

“You’re not the one who should talk about that”

“He prefer privacy”

“He keeps you hidden, Pansy. That’s never good”

“And you…? What are you doing, exactly?”

They exchange a severe look then, all jokes forgotten. They like to pretend with each other, for the sake of their relationship. But Malfoy still resents the man she’s sleeping with, and Parkison still believes he should confess to Potter sooner than later. She gives in first, a soft sigh escaping her mouth. The blond looks away from her, crossing his arms and returning his eyes to the other. From his place, Harry is not much different than a child who's watching a firework for the very first time. He couldn’t blame him, really. Jewelry charms and spells were simply beautiful.

Pansy doesn’t miss that look on his friend. He 's fucked. He knows he is.

Holding a sigh, she kisses Malfoy’s cheek before turning to Artemis.

“I’ll have to come back another time, Art; please, let me know if you create a ring more fitting for me”

“Of course, Mrs. Parkinson. Will keep you in mind, I’m sure I’ll make something unique for your taste”

“Potter. Good to see you well” 

Harry doesn’t get the chance to say anything to her, now that the bell is ringing. He moves his gaze to Draco, who just shakes his head softly. The blond is walking straight to his side while Artemis gives the final touches. There’s a low “A-HA” coming out of her lips, and her eyes are totally pleased with the result. The Malfoy boy was certainly a very good one. Great eye for details.

“It’s stunning” Harry says, as he looks at the work from the witch. She smiles at him, and for the first time, he’s able to realize that her eyes aren’t as clear as they should be. There’s a thin layer of white covering his gaze. He wonders if he should ask, but the answer must be pretty obvious. The spells, while beautiful, couldn’t be good to keep looking at all the time. “It’s a beautiful work, Miss…”

The witch smiles at him without totally looking at him, and Harry is a bit surprised when Draco’s hand is behind his back. Just resting there while he takes a look at the new piece. Potter has taken some liberties, clearly. About 3 rows were added, along with tiny sequins with tinier pearls. The crest on the middle is still the bigger point of view, but the details around it are way better. Harry’s a bit too excited about his reaction, and can’t hide it completely while looking at him.

“What do you think?” 

Malfoy is still staring at it, almost considering it. He started to get a bit nervous. Perhaps he took it too far? Making the thing more to his own liking? Draco mutters something he doesn’t quite get — distracted by his own thoughts—. Artemis has responded that he doesn’t need to worry about it. Huh, what could it be?

“It may feel heavier, but I assure the charm is placed correctly; the eyes can lie, sometimes, but not the magic, not at all”

Oh. He hadn’t really thought about that.

Draco seems pleased with the response, since his next step is taking the necklace himself, examining closer now, before moving behind him. Harry doesn’t flinch when he places it in its place, but he had to hold a giggle at the feeling of the new rows. His mind tried to trick him, but he’s sure it is the same weight as before, lighter even.

“So…?” he asked the blond, who was looking at the piece, curiosity in his eyes.

“It looks beautiful on you” Draco said, and he’s almost rolling his eyes.

“You always say that”

“That doesn’t make it less true”

Fair. He was the one who looked for that blush anyway.

“You look divine with it, Harry”

How is he supposed to breathe, again? Harry smiles, unable to hide his happiness. It feels good being praised like that, not by anyone, but by him. He still feels his face a hot mess, but he mutters a “Thank you” that isn’t quite loud. Draco still hears him, and he’s smiling as well.

“We will take it like it is, Artemis. Could you please send the bill to the Manor, with the adjustments, and the other piece?”

“Of course, Mr. Malfoy. Will be done by the end of the day”

Taking the hint, Harry exchanges goodbyes with the witch, and awaits for the other near to the door. Malfoy had taken a brief look at the box from before, but Harry is sure he will be seeing whatever is inside soon enough, so he doesn’t press on it. Once he’s ready, Draco walks to him, and his expression is a bit cute. Potter can read him so easily now, his book full of references.

“I have the rest of the day off” Harry starts “Would you mind joining me?”

Then Draco smiles again, tenderly, that smile that seems to be reserved for Harry, and Harry only.

“Would be my pleasure”

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Second year of Auror training is a piece of cake; if you compare it with the first one, obviously. The intensity of it doubled down, just all his superiors had warned. Harry was able to live through that because Draco, and Draco alone. Their letters were the only thing that kept him from dropping out — most of them encouraged him, others making fun of him for even considering it—. Not taking into account their no-dates, which were the prime reason for him to continue with working on his future (or as Draco would say, to have a good damn backup plan, just to not live out of the money of his parents as he had suggested he might actually prefer now). After that time on Diagon Alley, they began to hang out frequently — as frequent as they could, that is; once or twice a month, tops—. Malfoy did not buy expensive jewelry every time they went out, but when he did, he let Potter test the pieces out a few days prior to their meetings. Draco kept saying it was easier this way, so Harry would know what must be fixed. Funny enough, Harry did not make that many changes after that time. Apparently, Malfoy got a better glance of his taste after that afternoon, and a chat they had that same night.

Harry prefers to ignore this detail, since it seems too personal. 

Nowadays Draco chooses pieces for him, exclusive for him. He keeps his word regarding prices that Harry will agree on, but beyond that, he starts to say he’s pleased Harry likes them. As if that was enough for him, and not for the future he had said it was meant to be.

Potter did not argue on that, too afraid to even talk about it. He enjoyed Malfoy’s company, he didn’t dare to ruin it; Draco doesn’t need to know Harry is happy with the thing they have now, he doesn’t need to know — nor suspect, he thinks— that he’s satisfied with that alone, with his time. He may have fallen for the blonde one, and he did fall hard, but he didn’t need to act on it just now. He’s happy with the crumbs, he doesn’t need the full cake. But he craves it. Every now and then Harry would dream on, and imagine a future better than this. A relationship better than this. Which is utterly unfair, since they don’t have that type of relationship to begin with. So this can’t be truly Malfoy’s fault. But still, Harry starts to resent him.

Still, all that ugly feelings that grow inside him just melt at the time their eyes meet again. All the disappointment he just throws it away. Because Draco Malfoy is smiling at him, only him. That’s the only thing that matters to him.

He’s not aware that the blond knows this; Potter is not able to grasp a glimpse of it. Harry, as in love as he might be, is too blind to even consider this could happen; to think that this is what happened. Malfoy has been in love with him before they began to talk to each other in their 5th year, but has buried that feeling deep down since then. He was aware of the kind of weight he represents for someone as Harry Potter. Malfoy knows he is not the best company, nor the best he can get. But still he uses the opportunity Harry gave him. As all Slytherin would, he carefully chooses the path that benefits him the most, and the one that broke his heart every step of the way. He uses his own hobbie to build a bond with him, he grows with him and, at the same time, gets a piece of the life he’s certain he will never get. A future with him.

He had learned from his father how to show love without saying a word on it; and even when Lucius Malfoy has been an idiot since the beginning, no one could dare to question the love he had for Narcissa Black. Not when it came down to gestures that, for others, were just vain. Malfoy is not the type of family that would do all just for mere pride or the money, there was much more to it. Lucius wasn’t not the first Malfoy to show his undying love through expensive jewelry, so it’s only natural for Draco to do the same.

So he repeats the pattern, doing it well.

He learns about the person he has fallen in love with, and begins to test his own knowledge about him as soon as he gets access to his vault. He choses first the pieces he knows for sure would look great on him, tiny pieces with colors that Harry and only Harry could wear. The first piece was a simple ring. Silver as his eyes, but tone down just enough to glown on Harry’s skin. Small emeralds around the central piece. There’s a few lines on the sides, keeping the gem inside as a hidden treasure; as if a green emerald had blossomed on it. Malfoy loved flowers then, and still does now. Pansy wore it first, but the witch's fingers were too thin, and small.

Draco has yet to give that one to him, but he’s certain it will be perfect.

Next pieces aren’t much different. As time went by, he learned soon that Potter loved flowers as well —which, by itself, was another joy of his—. It’s pretty obvious he doesn’t like to talk about his likes and dislikes, but Malfoy still finds and takes notes about every single thing. Lilies are the next silhouette that grows on his collection. Both rings and bracelets are decorated with that particular flower, and Draco gets excited each time he sees them, even if Harry wasn’t aware it was for him.

He gets a stroke of luck before summer of their sixth year, when Harry gets closer to him. Patience gives him the chance to actually see how good he’s been on his choices, only a year after that. None of the items he had are bad for Potter, he’s sure of it now. Malfoy can’t find a proper excuse to try with those, but all new things are a delight in his eyes. By the end of school, Harry had worn rings and bracelets. Once they’re out he’s the one who asks for a necklace, and Malfoy is quick to deliver just that.

And it was beautiful.

Harry was beautiful.

And Draco adores him.

Malfoy’s luck had to come to an end then, almost 6 years later after he bought the first piece. Although luck is probably the worst term one could use, since it has been his own stupidity that puts him in this place. He had appeared at Harry's graduation ceremony — Auror Potter now—, and he just couldn’t help himself. They were talking more about Harry’s preferences, and ever since he mentioned the badges on his uniform were lacking something, Draco couldn’t let it slide. No Malfoy could ever give up on that opportunity. He ordered a custom brooch, mostly gold; a whole new design for a crest for Harry Potter alone. A golden lion was placed at the center of it, surrounded by tons of cuprites and garnets; a crown was fixed at the top of it, holding up there was a star with small moonstones around it — a constellation was formed, if one was to look closely enough, or knew it—. The bow that rested behind it was enchanted, so the whole piece could be further customized. It could change in size and its centerpiece, making it perfect for everyday wear. It was just a masterpiece, and as such, it was obscene to even try to guess the price of it.

Even when Draco tried his best to choose a size and theme that won’t be as loud as the Auror’s medals, his gift was glowing on Harry’s chest; begging for attention. As soon as Harry was requested to give a speech — because of course he had to, much to his displease—, all eyes were on it, and him. The reporters that were supposed to investigate the future of the Aurors department lost interest on that matter quickly, so it all became a mere press conference.

“Mr. Potter. Where do you get it?”

“Mr. Potter, sir. Are you aware of the materials? Could you please share more about the creator?”

“Is that a custom crest? Or is this a borrowed piece from a museum?”

“That piece alone is worth a fortune, is this the way you pretend to spend the money you have?”

Malfoy had been nervous, awfully anxious. It wasn’t his intention to make this mess, not in a day as important as this. He was standing far from the main stage —he couldn’t dare to sit next to Granger, while the witch looked at him as if she knew it all—. He couldn’t get a perfect view, but he could still feel the gaze Harry sent in his direction. The smug smile comforted him. He knew Potter had Slytherin in him, but that knowledge didn’t prepare him for what he said next;

“It’s not like I cannot afford it, is it?” The gasp in the room was relaxing. Harry has grown to get used to the cameras clicking around him. “It is a custom piece” he continue, enjoying the moment “The crest was made for me, there’s no other like it” 

He gave him the box with that piece just mere minutes before the ceremony. He didn’t even try to lie on the logistics nor the amount of zeros he paid for that one. That day Harry didn’t go ballistic on him because of it. He hadn’t done it in a long time.

“I’m not fully aware of the details, but if you’re interested, I could ask now…”

Draco’s heart stopped.

They had never lied to no one. They had never had to try to hide it, there was nothing to hide . People around them knew they were attracted to each other —much more as magnets rather than a couple, but more than one could argue that—. He hadn’t mentioned his future “ wife ” for months now, a year perhaps? He has stopped thinking of being subtle around him, but Draco still hasn't crossed the line. He had yet to confess he loves him, and still… Harry is willing to let all know who bought that for him? Is he willing to admit to the public that their relationship may be more than anyone had believed?

“Please, Mr. Potter. Talk more about it”

“Malfoy”

He couldn’t help but smile, and he did try .

Draco’s gaze is fixed on Harry’s, and he walks closer to the center with the feeling that he might drown. Waves of emotions are filling the place; all the words he had yet to confess are surrounding him as water, making each step heavier. But rather than finding his pace difficult, he swears he is as light as air. Harry moves apart from the center, walking to the stairs. Before he could even reach the end of them, Draco is offering a hand.

He’s doing that face again, the one Harry had found weird in the beginning.

His lips are curved in a tender smile, filled with care. His cheeks are tinted with a thin layer of pink, and there’s an almost phantom dimple on his right cheek. His eyes… Harry couldn’t quite place this gaze before, but if he had to tell… His eyes looked at him as if he was the most beautiful thing on earth, as he was the one lucky to get a glimpse of him.

The photographer loses no time, hundreds of clicking sounds fill the room.

Auror Harry Potter walks down the stairs with such confidence that he emulates a King. Red robes embrace his body as a tight glove, and it’s as blood has surrendered to his glory. On his chest the numerous badges shine, but none of them glow as bright as the one that captured everyone’s attention. A piece so exquisite that, on him, seems only fitting, as it’s the very first one that matches his greatness. The King’s aura is only rivaled by a wizard standing next to him, rather than the expensive item placed on himself. Draco Malfoy may be his faithful servant, but he gives an even stronger sense of authority standing proud next to the Auror.

“Mr. Malfoy, sir. Were you the one who made the piece?”

“Mr. Malfoy, please sir. Would you share more about that item?”

“Mr. Malfoy…”

Once Harry is next to him, Draco’s smile softens. Although Potter is trying to hide it, the flustered color on his cheeks are notorious. It feels like breathing for the first time, when he smiles at him, knowing.

“I shall not take credit for such a creation” Malfoy begins, without looking at them, only till Potter laughs he decides to see the reporters, and the rest of the people “It is a custom piece, created by a dear friend of mine who will remain unknown, till they decide… They have been in charge for creating custom pieces for me for the last couple years”

“It must have cost a fortune” someone mutters, to loud to ignore

“What would be the exact amount?” a reporter asks, still wondering the number

Harry is pleased when Draco has the dignity to seem embarrassed. He tried to cover half of his face in a not so elegant way, but he is just as bright as the lights. He takes a moment to collect himself, as he needs time to think about it. Potter is well aware of the six figure number, and although he could bet Malfoy is tempted to tell, his answer just made him fall harder;

“ Priceless ”

It didn’t help that he kept looking at him while saying so, with that loving smile. Harry has to look away first, way too embarrassed to process it. His future boss is mercefull then, after neither of them are listening to the questions anymore. He doesn’t seem mad, that’s good, right?

Even if he were, Potter couldn’t help but notice…

This was the first time Malfoy gave a piece to him, and to him only.

No future spouse, although…

They have  enough time to figure it out now

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