Harry glances up at the frustrated girl trying to grab something off the shelf. He tries not to laugh, but it's kind of funny.

He studies her. Short, pixie-cut blonde hair, jeans, and a t-shirt. She could almost pass for a boy, if it weren't for her curves.

He laughs softly before joining her in the breakfast aisle, where she's attempting to grab a cereal box off the top shelf by climbing it.

"Need some help there, miss?"

Her eyes grow wide, and she stares at Harry for several seconds before saying "Yeah, I can't reach."

Instead of grabbing the box for her, Harry stares, and slowly lifts his sleeve to reveal her exact words. She does the same.

"But... I don't like girls," Harry says, confused. She's attractive, sure, but Harry doesn't like tits. Or vaginas.

She raises an eyebrow. "Good thing I'm not a girl, then."

Harry blinks, then looks down at her chest, and back at her. "What?"

She glares. "Oh no. Oh hell no. I'm not having a transphobic asshole as my soulmate."

"Transph- OH! Oh, you're transgender!" Harry shouts in surprise.

She blinks a few times, before giggling. "So you're not transphobic?"

""No." Harry joins in on her laughter. "I'm so sorry, I didn't realize-"

"It's alright, I get misgendered a lot because I haven't had my surgeries yet. My father, unlike you, is transphobic. He won't pay for my surgeries."

Harry raises his eyebrows. "What an asshole. What's your name, anyways?"

"Draco."

"Draco is a gorgeous name. I'm Harry."

"Nice to meet you, Harry. Can you grab my cereal?"

*******

Harry wakes up smiling at 9am. He rolls out of bed, with one thing in mind. 

Today is Draco's birthday.

Now, Harry never really talks about money with Draco, because he knows Draco's parents won't buy him anything. He's seventeen and doesn't have a car, so he has to walk everywhere or get Harry to drive him. He doesn't really have much of anything.

Harry grins as he climbs into the Lamborghini and starts driving.

When he pulls up in front of Draco's house, the blond steps out of his house with his jaw hanging open. Harry steps out of the car and leans against it, grinning.

"Where's your Maserati? This isn't your car," Draco says, confusion all over his face.

"No, it's not. I thought we could take yours." Harry dangles the keys from one finger, grinning.

Draco's jaw drops. "What? I don't under- what?"

Harry continues smiling until it registers in Draco's head.

"You bought me a car? You bought me a Lamborghini?"

Harry smiles wider, and Draco practically tackles him in a hug.

"Babe, you're the absolute best, I love you, I love you so much!" Draco kisses Harry over and over again.

"Fiona, what's going on?" Draco's father steps out of the house, confused.

Harry smirks at Lucius' beat up old station wagon, before turning his wicked smirk to Lucius.

"I bought Draco a car," he says, moving to the side so Lucius can see the Lamborghini.

The older blonde gapes at the car.

"You- bought her- a car? How rich are you?"

"Well," Harry says casually, twirling the keys around his finger. "I own the Black, Potter, and Lestrange mansions. I bought Draco a Lamborghini, I own a nationwide business that brings in billions each year. I'd say I'm comfortably rich."

Harry knows he's making it sound like a lot more than it is. Both him and Draco knows what he does with his money.

He uses the Lestrange and Black mansions as houses for the homeless and orphaned. He provides them with food and comfortable living and makes sure they all go to school. He donates random large amounts of money to charities and hospitals, and brings kids in hospitals gifts. When he hears girls talking about wanting to go to tours or concerts, or guys saying they want to buy gifts for their girlfriends, etcetera, he gives them the money to do so. It's fun.

He doesn't tell Lucius this, and revels in the shocked look the older man gives him.

"Draco? Lucius?" Narcissa, Draco's mother, steps out of the house as well.

Harry likes Narcissa. Despite her shyness and quiet, she is a lovely, sweet woman.

"Hello, Narcissa. We were just discussing Draco's car."

Narcissa's eyes widen as she comes closer and sees the Lamborghini. She smiles.

"It was kind of you to buy that for him, Harry. Thank you."

He smiles, and pulls a bouquet of narcissa flowers out of the car, handing it to her. She smiles, and quietly thanks him.

"Mister Potter, this is most unreasonable! Fiona doesn't need a car!" Lucius protests.

Harry cocks his head. "Who's Fiona?"

Lucius growls, and points at Draco. "Her!"

Harry makes a point of looking straight past Draco. "Where? I don't see any girls."

Draco is beaming at him. Lucius is making small noises.

"C'mon, love. Wanna drive your new car?" Harry tosses the keys to Draco, who catches them in his cupped hands.

"If you want something else, I'll buy you something else," Harry says.

"Uh... no. The Lamborghini is great, thank you so much."

"Happy birthday, Dray. Good day, Narcissa! Lucius."

Both boys step into the car, and Draco starts driving.

He's giggling as he studies the car.

"Harry, this is the wildest stunt you've ever pulled."

"It's not over yet, love. Turn here."

Draco gives him a look of confusion, but follows his orders.

"Harry... This is a plastic surgery office."

Harry steps out of the car, a small smile on his face. He walks around, taking Draco's hand, and they walk in.

They are sent to an office, and a surgeon meets with them.

"We've already gotten Draco bottom surgery, and he's taking all the medications and stuff like that. I'd like to know when he can get a top surgery."

Draco's eyes widen. "Harry," he says, breathless.

The surgeon discusses everything with them, and Draco is scheduled to get top surgery in two weeks.

The second they're out of the office, Draco tackles Harry in a hug.

"Harry, I love you so much, you're the best, I love you I love you I love you!"

"I love you too," Harry laughs. Draco kisses him over and over.

"Well, let's go get dinner!" Harry says cheerfully.

"Harry... where are we going?"

Harry winks.

"We are not going to Anastasia's. Are you kidding? They have a two month waiting list, and everything is so expensive! How the hell did you manage that?"

Harry winks again.

Draco glares, and Harry's eyes widen fractionally.

"You have three seconds to tell me, and if you wink again, you're in for it."

Harry winks, and bolts, Draco hot on his trail.

"Get back here, you rich motherfucker! Where are my keys! I'm gonna hit you with the car!"

"If you get blood on the Lamborghini, I'm not buying you a new one!"