Just a small story I thought I'd write. Wizards don't know about mannequins. Note: I'm back, sorta.
"Tell me, Hermione, what is this?" asked Draco Malfoy. He was a blond man, with piercing blue eyes. He was eyeing his wife of 3 years, Hermione Malfoy. The pair of them were heading off to a Muggle mall in the Muggle world. Hermione was behind on her Christmas shopping, and had dragged Draco to a large mall.
"It's a mall, silly," said Hermione, as she grabbed Draco's hand, and dragged him inside.
"What's a mall?" he asked bluntly, oblivious to what was happening.
"It's a place where Muggles buy things. It's rather convenient. Everything you need is all in one big building." The first shop they went to was a clothing store.
"Mmm. Why do Muggles wear this sort of stuff?" wondered Draco out loud. "It's quite weird."
"Just do as I say," ordered Hermione. "Nothing can go wrong if you just follow my directions and not move."
"Okay." He was eyeing a male mannequin suspiciously. He mumbled a greeting to the mannequin.
It didn't reply.
"You! Show some respect! I'm Draco Malfoy!" Draco barked at the mannequin.
Still, it stayed still.
Hermione walked next to him and giggled.
"Hermione..." pouted Draco. "Why are you laughing? That man won't talk. I'm teaching him some manners!"
"Draco, it's a mannequin," Hermione told gently.
"What's a mannequin?" He stared at her blankly as if she just spoke a foreign word.
"It's a fake person used to display clothes," replied Hermione, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"But what's the point? All you have to do is get measured, and you have your attire. Why would you need him?" protested Draco.
"Because in the Muggle world, people don't get custom made clothes," replied Hermione.
"Malls are weird," commented Draco.
Ten minutes later, they were at the food court.
"So you're telling me I just have to get into that line, ask the man for food, and he'll give it to me?" eyed Draco disbelievingly.
"Well, sort of. You have to pay him first," explained Hermione. "Why don't you get us food?"
Draco bravely walked up to the stall and demanded, "You there. I want some food. Get onto it."
"Calm down, man. You don't have to be so rude. Sheesh," the cashier protested. "What would you like?"
"Just get me food." It was not a request, but an order.
Hermione gently walked up and whispered, "He's not a house elf. Allow me."
"Hello, sir. I would like some fries and a burger, please. Don't mind my husband. He's not used to this."
The cashier nodded and brought the food, where Hermione paid him.
Hermione watched as Draco looked at the food. "What is this?"
Hermione sighed. This was going to be a long day. "Just try it."
Muttering something incoherent, Draco took a bite of the food.
"Mmm. It's delicious," he mumbled.
Hermione just laughed.
"How did you enjoy your day at the mall, darling?" asked Hermione to her husband Draco.
"It was alright. Muggles sure are weird," commented Draco. Secretly, though, he actually liked the mall and hoped Hermione would take him there again.