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forty three

February 16th

"We have three outfits planned for the both of you today," Draco's stylist chirped cheerfully as his hairdresser finished up.

It was ten in the morning, and Draco and Harry were in London waiting to start their photoshoot for the new Saint Laurent men's collection. Unfortunately for them, they had separate dressing rooms.

Diggory, much to his surprise, had seemed enthusiastic when Harry asked to do a shoot with him.

It was the first time Draco had seen the bloke since their not-so-pleasant encounter in his car a few months prior. He sincerely hoped there wouldn't be any more of those—not today at least.

Diggory chose that moment to pop into his dressing room and greet him. He was so graceful, he practically glided over to the counter beside him and leaned up against it.

"This your first time doing something like this?" He asked Draco, who was now donning his first outfit of the day.

He looked away from his stylist, who was currently fooling around with his shirt, and nodded.

"Thanks for this." He quietly added after.

The sharp-dressed man before him shrugged and threw Draco a charming smile. He was about to say something else when a lady—who Draco had come to know as his secretary—stepped in.

"Mr. Diggory, sorry to interrupt, but I made your deposit to, um–" She looked down at her iPad, "–Miss Parkinson."

"Thank you, Cho."

"Mr. Potter is finished whenever you're ready," She stated softly before leaving.

Diggory clicked his tongue and looked back at them. "Five minutes," he announced before heading to the set.

After everyone was satisfied with Draco's look, he also made his way down the hall to the studio.

He was wearing a loose fitting button up with a very unique design that resembled something straight out of a Van Gogh painting. The majority of it was left unbuttoned, leaving his pale chest exposed. A long black robe with accents of gold had been thrown over top, along with velvet pants and black oxfords. His hair was voluminous and messy. It was a style that he realized he was rather fond of, but it took way too much time to achieve on his own.

Draco didn't know how Harry, or anyone buying the clothes that they were modeling, could walk around in such outfits all the time without feeling bashful. He could never see himself wearing them just for fun.

As he approached, he locked eyes with Harry across the room, and nearly stopped in his tracks.

He had been put into a similar outfit. His shirt had shades of brown—it almost looked like the pelt of some wild cat. The robe was almost like his, but he had black pants and beige oxfords on.

Harry gasped and ran over to where he was standing.

"You look stunning," He breathed out after a moment. His eyes couldn't help but roam, and he didn't bother trying to hide that fact.

"Have you seen yourself?" Draco shot back as he dotingly adjusted the shorter boy's robe.

They were interrupted by a loud "Ah, there are my boys!"

Diggory and some equally expensive looking people from Saint Laurent closed in on them. "Right on time as well," he let his gaze flicker to Draco when Harry was distracted, who couldn't help but slip him a scornful look in reply.

It seemed he was going to be stubborn about the incident after all.

Despite internally screaming every insult and swear he had ever learned at the audacious prick, he followed him calmly to the middle of the set.

And thus led to the beginning of a long photoshoot ahead of them.

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Harry sat tired and disheveled in his dressing room nearly five hours later.

It was a huge success, and he had a feeling that their photos would turn out great. Although he already enjoyed his job, having Draco alongside him made it ten times better.

He was just about to leave and meet Draco at the car when a knock at the door stopped him.

Diggory took a step in before he could react. The expression he gave him as he strode over was full of nothing but pride.

"You did really well today," he clapped him on the shoulder. As an afterthought he added, "Malfoy did as well."

"Well, thanks," Harry sheepishly smiled and sat his belongings back down.

"I really appreciate you letting him do this with me."

"It's no trouble at all, Harry. I'm glad you brought it up to me. There's something I wanted to talk to you about, though." Diggory gestured to the couch across the room and led him over.

Once they were comfortably seated, Harry nodded for him to keep going.

"You have so much talent, it's truly insane. I've said this since day one and I'll say it until the last, you're a natural. You were born for this career, Harry." He accentuated each word of the last sentence with a fist to his palm.

Harry fiddled with his hands as his cheeks turned red, still not used to all of this praise. "Thank you, sir," he smiled finally.

Diggory grinned back before getting straight to the point.

"I want you to go international."

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a/n: photos of the outfits they wore are posted in the behind the scenes book :)