NOTE: Okay, fixed up some spelling and grammar issues, nothing too major…

Disclaimer: I don't own HP. .

Warning: AU, especially this chapter. OOCness, and my style of craziness.

AN: Okay, here the story is starting to veer… Hope you like.

Key: See first chapter.

/Place change/

Chapter Dedicated To: My lovely reviewer SkyeEyesSparkle7135b. Thanks for the review!

Chapter Two: Adventures In Diagon - Part One

-Draco-

I instantly regret my desire for proper introductions.

My reaction was very mild, thank you. I'm quite proud of my non-reaction to his name; all I do is raise an eyebrow. I know his distance from the wizarding world means he has no idea of his fame and the effect his name would have on people around hereabouts.

The women around us are not as well composed. Well, let me correct myself, one woman in particular was not as composed as I.

Madame Malkin jerks upright from where she is pinning my hem on my left, shooting a surprised look at my new acquaintance.

"Harry Potter?"" she squeaks, shocked. Of course, in her haste she bumps me, which causes me to lose my precarious balance and fall into Harry, who also loses his balance. In my fear I clutch at his robes, not wanting to crash into the hard, unyielding floor.

Luckily for both of us Malkin's apprentice Vanessa kept her head and cast a quick spell, stopping us both mid-fall. She lowers us to the floor and then rushes over to make sure neither of us is hurt, especially since our robes are still covered in pins.

"Are you both alright? No pokes I hope…" She pulls me up first and I shake my head indicating I was fine, a blush on my cheeks. She reaches for Harry and tugs him to his feet; he also shakes his head, though he looks slightly dazed.

Madame Malkin showers us in apologies for her rudeness and bade us to remove our robes so they could finish sewing them up.

"Careful now, those pins are quite sharp." she quips, watching us gingerly remove the said robes.

'Duh,' I can't help mentally rolling my eyes at her.

After we manage to remove them she shoos us out the door, saying it would take an hour or two so we should return later to pick them up.

"Well, that was disastrous…" I mumble, finally getting my bearing after the whirlwind that was Madame Malkin disappeared back into her little shop. Harry blinked at me, still slightly dazed. I flash him a smile. "Has anyone else fallen on you today, or am I the first?" I ask, still in good humor despite the 'stool incident,' as I now referred to it in my head.

Harry laughs, pushing my shoulder which makes me stumble slightly. "No, you're the first, hopefully the last. I don't fancy hitting the floor as hard as we would have had she not cast that spell."

-Harry-

Well, that was interesting…

Draco surprised me with his non-reaction; he just raised an eyebrow at me. I assumed he'd act like all those gits in the Leaky Cauldron and start firing odd, personal questions at me. (1) He might have said something but Madame Malkin shot up next to him, squeaking out my name and bumping into him violently. Letting out an undignified squeak he fell onto me and I began to topple backward off of my stool.

What caught my attention were the hands that clutched at the front of my robes and the frightened face looking back at me. I shut my eyes, prepared for some pain as we crashed to the floor. Imagine my surprise when I realized I was floating about a foot from the floor. Draco's eyes were watching the witch standing next to Madame Malkin.

'Vanessa,' I reminded myself. 'Gotta' remember the name of our savior.' Her wand was raised, a look of concentration on her face.

She set us down and Madame Malkin took our robes, shooing us from her shop.

"Well, that was disastrous…" he pauses, glancing at me. "Has anyone else fallen on you today, or am I the first?" I glance at him. He smiles back at me, flashing a brilliant smile. I laugh, shaking my head.

"No, you're the first, hopefully the last. I don't fancy hitting the floor as hard as we would have had she not cast that spell." I shove his shoulder, surprised when he stumbles slightly. 'Wow, he's kinda' fragile, huh?'

Thinking I pull out my list. "Shall we start our other shopping adventures?" I ask, nudging him much gentler with my shoulder this time.

He shakes his head, amusement sparkling in his eyes. "Daigon Ally won't know what hit it."

-Normal-

Heading over to Gringotts (2) they use the key Hagrid had given Harry earlier to request a visit to Harry's family vault. The goblin at the counter calls out to another named Griphook and then sent them on their way.

"We have to get in that?" Harry asks incredulously as he stares at the rickety old mine cart in front of him. Draco shook his head, smirking.

"It's safe, don't worry so much." Giving Harry a small push, which earned him a dirty look, they all pile into the cart. It promptly takes off down the tracks, scaring the hell out of Harry, who clung to the sides for dear life.

Finally arriving at the vault, they all exit, in Harry's case stumble, out of the cart. Griphook takes Harry's key and unlocks the door, revealing all the money hidden within.

"Huh, didn't know you were rich Harry," Draco comments, a little surprised. Harry didn't answer, too busy staring at the mounds of gold, silver, and bronze coins piled up in front of him. With the help of Draco he piled enough into his bag for his supplies and the school year, leaving a sizable wealth behind.

"Your parent's left you enough to live off of, even after Hogwarts. Very good of them," Draco says, watching Harry stare at the pouch Draco'd given him to keep his money in. Harry glances up at him and smiles, nodding his agreement.

The ride back was just as crazy as the first and they left Gringotts quickly, anxious to finish all their shopping before the day's end.

/At Flourish and Blots bookstore/

"Hi, we need two copies of the… Monster Book of Monsters?" Draco says, watching in confusion as the shop keep's face falls. "We couldn't find it on the shelves like the rest of our books…"

"Two?" he asks, sounding like someone had just proposed he stick his head in a tank full of sharks.

"Uh… Yes sir, if it's not too much trouble…?" Harry answers, Draco was too busy trying not to laugh at the man's odd reaction to a book. What was so scary about a book?

Both soon realized why.

In a large display there were books flapping about literally trying to rip each other apart. The poor man reached in and managed to wrestle two out with minimal injuries. Afterwards he wandered back to the front desk, holding his arm and muttering about insane teachers.

"Do… Do these have teeth?" Harry hisses at Draco, holding his book out in front of him gingerly. Both were fastened closed with belts the boys had offered up upon seeing the books.

"Honestly? No clue… I do know I don't want to find out either…" Draco replies, carefully putting his into the shopping bag that was enchanted to hold all their books but still remain weightless and float along behind them. Tugging the string he glanced at his list, deciding where to go next.

/Apothecary/

Harry was standing outside, nauseated at the mere thought of stepping foot into the store. The smell out here was bad enough. Draco had just shrugged him off.

"You get used to it after a while, it's not that bad." Darco said after exiting the store, all their combined potion equipment already packed into the bag.

Harry shakes his head. "Thanks, where now?" Draco glances at his supply list.

"Well… We could go pick up our wands. Other than that we have to pick up quills, parchment, ink, and, if you want, a pet. I intend to get an owl myself." Draco listed off.

Harry blinks then sighs. "How about lunch before we adventure onward? It is about noon now…"

-Harry-

After Draco nods, a smile playing on his lips I sigh, relieved. After the insane cart ride, the man-eating-books, and the horrid smelling apothecary, I was ready for a nice quiet lunch.

Unfortunately, I forgot one simple rule. In the life of one Harry Potter, nothing is ever simple. Nothing.

-Normal-

Deciding on the Leaky Cauldron, they headed back there, carrying on an idle conversation as they walked.

"Never heard of Quidditch? (3) Really?" Draco cried dramatically, laying a hand over his heart, feigning insult. Harry rolled his eyes at his new friend's overdramatic ways. He couldn't stop the smile that slid on his face though or his equally dramatic response.

"You expect me, Harry bloody Potter, to belittle myself to learn such a common game?" Harry said, sticking his nose in the air, then glancing at Draco out of the corner of his eye. Draco laughed. "Kidding, you know I lived in muggle land, never heard of such a sport."

Draco brightened. "Oh it's great fun, honestly. You play on broomsticks-"

"Broomsticks?" Harry repeated back, incredulous.

Draco nodded. "Flying broomsticks." he said, moving his hands around to illustrate. "And there are three goalposts, these big metal rings of differing heights at each end of the field that you throw the ball through to score points, it's really complicated to explain…"

Harry was smiling, amused at his new friend's habit of talking with his hands. He was one of those people you could silence by tying their hands behind their backs. "Sounds crazy… But fun. Flying sounds fun in particular. Can anyone do it?"

Draco nodded. "Some people are better than others, but all witches and wizards can." He stopped, as they'd finally reached their goal, the brick wall leading to the Leaky Cauldron.

TBC…

(1) Yes, I forgot this in the last chapter, just assume he was blocking out the whole incident… (patches plot hole)

(2) Don't know if I've spelled this right, hopefully my memory served me right with the name… Can't believe I don't remember it. It's only a really important building, at least in the HP universe.

(3) Another one I'm not too sure of the spelling of. Give me a break, I've managed to misplace my books after my fiancé decided to borrow them.

AN: Okays, I've got to cut this one off half-way through seeing as its gotten long and people, well one person, demanded an update. Here you go, please review!