Draco Malfoy was walking around Diagon Alley, shopping for his sixth year at Hogwarts. With his book and supply list in hand, he stepped into Flourish and Blott's. He was just selecting a new, hardcover textbook when three girls in witch hats, cheesy robes, and plastic wands walked up to him.
"Oh my GOSH, You're-"
"He knows who he is, he's-
"It's DRACO MALFOY!"
Then the three burst into shreiks and laughter.
"Um... can I help you?" Draco asked him.
"We just followed some people in through a wall in London so that we could find you! We love you, Draco!
"You might want to know though," one whispered secretively "We aren't really magical!" Then the three began their laugh/shreik again.
"So," one of them began. "I am your biggest fan! First I totally shipped you and Hermione, but then I decided not to ship at all because obviously WE are meant together!"
"Me? And Hermione? Why would I even consider dating someone like... her? No, there is not a chance in the world. I only date pureblood Slytherins."
"Oooooooooooooo!" all three of them taunted simuntaneously.
"Someone's playing hard to get!" one said.
"You three, I hope you know that my father will hear about this!"
They went silent.
"He said it."
"He said it!"
"He just ACTUALLY SAID it!"
They looked at eachother and began their squealing again, running from the store.
Suddenly, Harry emerged from behind a bookshelf, where he must have been hiding. "So," He said. "I guess you've met the fangirls."