Just as that night on the Astronomy Tower, Harry stood in well cut black slacks with a black button down neatly tucked in and matching black suit jacket just as finely cut to Harry’s figure as the shirt and slacks were. His shiny black shoes completed the look. His whole image was darkened and his features cold. The only thing betraying that darkness were Harry’s impossibly bright green eyes that sat behind the same simple rim glasses he had always worn. Draco found him handsome, though he supposed, upon introspection, he in some way had found the real Harry Potter handsome in their later school years. No matter how much he had tried to deny it. 