"I'm sorry Ms. Granger; we just cannot accept you here." Hermione glared at the shop assistant's snotty tone. "You see, we do not cater to people of your... standing. We are a strictly exclusive establishment. So if you would be so kind as to leave immediately I would be very grateful. Or I will be forced to call security to remove you from the premises." Hermione glared more as the woman in front of her tipped her head back slightly to peer down her nose at the young witch.
"Well, I suppose I should be the one apologising shouldn't I?" Hermione began quietly. "I should be the one saying how sorry I am that I bothered to grace this ridiculous shop with my presence. I guess I could take my business elsewhere after all. I mean, I don't need all these fine robes when I can purchase others more... more suitable to my needs." Hermione turned on her heel and headed back towards the door she had entered not long beforehand. A brief thought flitted through her head and was out before she could stop it. "And another thing," she began, this time much louder so the whole of the shop could hear. Several other witches browsing between the rails of robes gave up pretending not to be listening. "You are making a big mistake!" Hermione opened the door to the shop to be met with the confused expression of her fiancé.
"Everything okay?" he asked, "You've only been in there 15 minutes." Hermione took the opportunity to glare in the direction of the shop assistant one more time before answering.
"Her!" she whispered, "She won't serve me because of my 'standing'." Hermione used her fingers to indicate the quotation marks.
"Oh dear. Not this again. Come with me." The shop assistant's face paled as she recognised the gentleman walking towards her and that he was tightly holding the hand of the now defiant looking Hermione. "Now then, this is my fiancée and I would like to buy her some new robes. As yours are the finest around I brought her here, but if you refuse to serve her because of any prejudices you have I will have to take my money elsewhere. Am I clear?" The witch behind the counter nodded her understanding. "Hermione love, go choose whatever you like. Have it delivered to mine." He finished by kissing her hand and directing her to another shop assistant who seemed more than willing to help Hermione choose. "And as for you," he redirected his attention solely to the original cause of his fiancée's upset. "I will be along later to pay for whatever she chooses. Regardless of cost. Oh, and I will be making a note of your name too, Miss Brown. I am very good friends with your boss, Mr. Nott."
"Yes Mr. Malfoy." The shop assistant nodded. Draco simply smirked before leaving the shop and continuing his day.