"Candy from the trolley?"
Draco looked up to see the kind old woman whom he always bought his stash of chocolate frogs from.
"No thanks, I'm all set," grinned Ron, pulling out a couple sickles and a knut as he seemed to share a joke with everyone except Draco. Even the Candy lady. Smiling weakly as if he understood, Draco's poorly hidden confusion only caused a fresh bout of laughter.
"The first year-," started Hermione, unable to finish.
"Ron-. He had-," tried Harry
"Sandwiches," finished Ron, "You had to have been there."
"Um, okay," Draco tried to look like understood.
"And for you, dearie?" the woman asked Draco.
"Yeah, two hundred chocolate frogs, please," Ron, Hermione, and Harry gaped at Draco as he received his supply and passed over seventeen galleons, "I get enough for the whole year at the beginning," he told them, "since chocolate frogs don't expire." He tried to keep his chin high and maintain his smirk; an attempt that was futile because of spots of pink blooming on his cheeks.
"That is-, " Hermione started.
"That-," Ron tried
Draco hung his head, embarrassed at his habits.
"That's brilliant," Harry finished for them. Draco jerked his hid head up to see the trio grinning at him.
"-Er, thanks," Draco grinned at the ground, trying to hide his completely crimson face.
