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Chapter 14; New brooms and singed eyebrows.

Back in the orphanage, Amy thought back over the day. It had definitely been interesting to watch how Draco behaved around his father. He always seemed to get what he wanted from the man. But Lucius didn't dote on him. He just gave him things, as though he could pass off buying material things for his son as affection.

After they went to Gringotts, where Amy went in as Draco already had his gold, they went into Madam Malkin's for Draco's new robes. (He really had become quite tall over the summer.) They then called into Flourish and Blotts. The shop was jammers. Gilderoy Lockheart, an author, was signing books. Amy grabbed everything she needed while Draco went to the further bookshelves, looking for something in particular. Instead of waiting in line to get her books signed, Amy went straight up to pay and hurried to find Draco.

"I have to get out of here. The noise is wrecking my head. I'll meet you across the street?" Draco agreed and she left. She went over to the broom shop across the road where a couple of young boys were gawking in the window. She stood on her tippy toes to see what they were staring at. It was beautiful. Sleek, shiny, black and silver. The nimbus two- thousand and one. She just had to have one. Dreamily, Amy walked into the shop and up to the counter. She put down her shopping and turned as the door opened behind her. Mr. Malfoy nodded to her and she turned back to the shopkeeper, who asked her how he could help her.
"Could I see the new nimbus please?"
"Of course," he said, going to the window and taking the broom from its mantle, "do you play Quidditch, miss?" he asked her, making conversation.
"I've never played, but I would like to," she replied. She had excelled in her flying training at Hogwarts. Madam Hooch had praised her balance.

Just then there was a resounding bang coming from the shop next door and the shopkeeper ducked. Items flew off shelves and Amy jumped onto the broom and managed to catch most of them; two broom handles, a tin of polish and a round red ball Amy recognized as a quaffle. The dust settled, and the shaken shopkeeper appeared from behind the counter again."Impressive." came a silky voice from behind her. Lucius Malfoy didn't look like a man who was easily impressed.
"I wish to place an order for seven of these," he said to the shopkeeper with an air of authority, "including one for Miss Evans."
"Mr. Malfoy, I really couldn't accept..."
"It's nothing," he said, cutting her off.

Outside the shop next door there was a slight commotion. Seamus Finnegan was standing there, looking startled. His face was black with soot. Amy suddenly knew what had happened. She suppressed a giggle as she overheard him say to Dean Thomas;
"For fuck's sake! My eyebrows only just grew back! How could that have happened when all I did was drop it?"Mr. Malfoy went to join Draco in Flourish and Blotts. Amy walked to the ice-cream parlour to wait. She couldn't believe she was getting a broom! She was really happy for the first time in a long time.

When the Malfoys appeared again, Amy was surprised at what she saw. They looked as though they had been in a fight.
"What happened?" she asked. Lucius didn't answer but kept walking. He called to Draco over his shoulder that they were leaving.
"Yes, father," Draco said, before turning back to her.
"Potter really does love himself. He got himself a new buddy today."
"What?" she asked, immensely confused.
"Never mind," he said. He was absolutely seething about something. "We're going. Come on."
She followed him down the long alley towards the brick wall that was the exit. Anger was coming off of him in boiling waves. She thought better than to say anything at that moment. But she was incredibly curious as to what it had to do with Harry.

Draco's point of view

He saw the difference in her when he mentioned Potter. Saint fucking Potter! He can't do anything wrong in anyone's eyes. Well, Draco didn't believe it. He had wanted to believe that Amy had left the Potter fan club because she had come to her senses. But there had to be another reason if her face fell every time that dick was mentioned. God! He hated him from his scarred forehead to his cheap shoes.

Hermione's point of view

This was not to be believed. Ron was right. Amy was hanging around with Malfoy. There they were standing outside an ice-cream parlour and it looked like Amy was actually trying to comfort him! After what he and his father had just pulled! Oh, she really had gone to the dark side. Well if this was what Amy considered as her own kind...let her off.

Amy's point of view

The call for dinner woke her from her memories. The sun was slightly lower than when she had first sat there, on her creaky bed. After tasting the food at Hogwarts, nothing she'd had at the orphanage had even come close.

Amy practically barely wolfed down her dinner in the refectory. She hated meal times and assemblies as it required her to spend time with her fellow inmates.

Afterwards she headed straight back up to her room to pack her trunk and then went to sleep, dreaming her usual confusing dreams.

Thanks for bearing with me through the summer filler.

R and R!