"Ollivander's," Malcolm read the sign aloud.
"Yes. Come on," Draco coaxed him.
"Is this some sort of mean joke?" Malcolm accused him as they stepped into the shop.
Draco didn't have time to answer because Malcolm was immediately was drawn to a dusty display of wands along the wall, running his finger longingly over the fine glossy wood and lost his train of thought as he studied them. Draco walked up to the counter.
"Ah. Mr. Malfoy," came a reedy voice as a stooped older man came into view from the back of the shop.
"Good to see you again, Mr. Ollivander," Draco greeted him back. Malcolm was still absorbed with fascination at the different types of wands lining the walls, stacked precariously high in boxes or laying innocently behind glass cases.
"I see you still have your own wand. May I ask what honor I am being bestowed with today?" Mr. Ollivander asked with shrewd politeness.
Draco pointed his thumb over his shoulder at Malcolm, who wasn't paying any attention to the shopkeeper or the words being exchanged.
"Do you have a display prototype I can purchase? Money is of no consequence," he said in a low voice.
Mr. Ollivander's eyes flickered toward Malcolm again and a dawning of understanding lit up his wrinkled and graying face.
"I see. Squib?"
Draco nodded, taking a quick glance over his shoulder to make sure Malcolm was properly occupied for the moment. Mr. Ollivander shuffled between a row of shelves behind the counter and began digging through the contents.
"Yes, here we go. Eleven inches. Ash. Lacks a core. Of course, I did have plans for this one-" he slid the box across the counter with a glint of humor. Draco placed a few galleons on the counter and Mr. Ollivander's eyes went wide.
"Yes, that will do," he said and placed a gnarled hand over the money as if daring Draco to withdraw the sum.
Draco picked up the core-less wand and thanked Mr. Ollivander graciously. Then he turned back to Malcolm, walked back across the shop and poked him in the cheek with the wood. Malcolm startled and held his hands up above his head as if under arrest.
"What did I do?" he asked, entirely confused.
"This," Draco indicated the wand, "is yours. It doesn't have a core which means you can't do mag-"
Malcolm snatched the piece of wood out of his hand and held it up to his face, brown eyes alight with wonder.
"Really?" he asked in disbelief and eyeballed Draco.
"Er… Yes. Really. Just don't go waving it all over the place and scaring people with it," Draco said. "Let's go."
"I could kiss you right now," Malcolm mumbled in awe still holding the wand in his hand as if it was the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on.
"Well don't. You can thank me later," Draco told him.
"Oh I will. I will thank you so hard you won't be able to walk in the morning," Malcolm replied, swishing the wand around in the air experimentally.
Draco sighed dramatically but, when Malcolm fell in line behind him into the busy street, it took all of his effort not to grin.