Alright, I was going to update Tom's Betrothed… or Chip's Patronus… but I had this story idea and I wanted to post it :D
Alright, so I wrote this during my French class, cause I soooooo work… but I was… kinda proud I guess… XD
Chapter One – The Dolls' House
Draco strutted down Diagon Alley, which he had helped rebuild – with money of course; Malfoy's did not do labour – after the war had ended.
He was looking for a present for his mothers' birthday, which was tomorrow. She'd taken a recent liking of Muggle ornaments and… other objects, but he refused to shop in the Muggle world, even for her.
He'd just have to find something for her in Diagon Alley.
There was a small shop that had been opened right next to that joke that the Weasley's owned. Even whilst it was situated next to such an embarrassment, however, it held a sense of elegance, and radiated beauty… even as a Muggle shop.
It looked delicate, and was owned by a Muggleborn herself, Hermione Granger, so of course, it would be old fashioned.
But it wasn't the usual, dusty and cramped and completely dark. It was painted deep brown; the wood was carved with such a technique that had never been achieved by wands.
It was a sight to see.
It was a Muggle shop, too, and it held more Muggle items than Draco had ever seen in his life.
But he'd only ever looked in the windows.
Today, he pushed open the door, and entered, head held high.
There were bookcases on each side of the shop. The right held Muggle literature; from the old Shakespeare, Wordsworth, Dickinson, to the newer J. K. Rowling, Suzanne Collins and Rick Riordan.
The left hand side held Wizarding texts. There were all sorts; original copies of Hogwarts: A History, Wizard romance novels, everything you could ask for that was Wizard based.
The back of the shop held a desk, and one last bookcase.
This one held a black box. There were images moving and flickering around on the screen, and it seemed to be showing a girl, running through a forest, shooting bows and arrows towards another girl.
On the shelf above the box, there were a selection of thin, rectangular boxes in different colours and shades. Draco skimmed a hand over the boxes, reading the names down the sides: The Hunger Games… The Secret Garden… The Little Princess… The Railway Children… The Wizard of Oz…
Draco scoffed a little at the last one, pulling it out and chuckling at the cover. There was a woman, dressed in a blue and white dress, followed by a scarecrow, a man made out of metal and an unrealistic looking lion. In the background was a giant green city, a giant green face and a woman, dressed in black, with a long hooked nose, flying on a broom.
Well, they kind of got the clothing and the broom right… but witches weren't green.
"That's a television. Those there, including the one in your hands, are DVD's… all of it can be yours for just three hundred galleons!"
Draco twisted round and came face to face with a man, just a little shorter than him.
He scowled at the red hair and freckles, furrowing his brow.
"Weasley," he said, cautiously.
Ron nodded at him, "Malfoy. What brings you here?"
"I'm looking for a birthday present for my mother, and she seems to have taken a liking to things created by… Muggles…"
Draco stood, tensed up, looking down at the other man.
"Hm," Ron pondered, before his head snapped up and his eyes widened. He grinned happily… sneakily…
He looked like a Slytherin would.
"I have just the thing," he smiled, "Follow me."
Draco followed Ron over to the desk and leant against it on his elbows.
Ron crouched and mumbled something, before lifting what looked like a small house up onto the desktop.
Draco straightened, "What the hel-"
"It's a Dolls House," Ron interrupted. He tapped the roof lightly and chuckled, "I've been dying to get rid of it… Take up too much space for a shop as small as this, y'know?"
"And no one else has wanted it?"
"It was never on display. It was one of Hermione's favourites; I couldn't give it to just anyone."
"But you're offering it to me?"
"I am. You, or your mother, could do it some good."
Draco pondered for a moment, "Where is Granger? This is her shop, is it not?"
Ron nodded, hesitantly, "Yes, she's just been… detained."
Draco pressed no further.
"Do you want to look inside?" Ron smiled. Draco nodded, and watched as Ron opened to door – or rather, the whole front of the house.
It was truly beautiful. The brick like pattern on the outside was printed on the inside too, in a few rooms. There were nine rooms altogether; two in the attic, two on the third, second and first floor, and a basement. The basement was completely brick patterned, but the other rooms had some sort of paint, and some even had a few cracks in the wall to make the base more visible.
Draco smiled in at all of the rooms. Each was designed differently, and they looked as if a small person could actually live in them. A plate of half eaten sandwiches was on the little kitchen table, and Draco laughed at how lifelike they looked.
"My mother will love this," he announced, closing the door and turning back to Ron, "She's been looking for a decent one like this for a while… How much?"
"Fifty Galleons," Ron smirked.
Draco raised his eyebrows, "Just fifty? What's wrong with it?"
"Oh, nothing… nothing…" Ron shrugged, "It's just taking up space around here."
Draco knew something was going on. Ron was jittering. He'd mentioned before that it had been one of Hermione's favourites, and wondered whether selling it for such a low price was the result of a lovers' tiff.
He smirked. Ron and Hermione had been together for a while now, but everyone could see things were falling apart.
Draco placed fifty galleons on the desk and tapped the Dolls House on the roof with his wand, lightly, twice. Ron sighed in relief as it disappeared, and with a parting nod, Draco disapparated after it with a pop, landing back in his bedroom at the manor.
There ya gooo :D
I hope you liked it… I had this idea playing around in my mind all night and thought I should write it out…
REVIEW AND I'LL UPDATE FASTER ;D
Auralee xx