"Oh look, Draco! Another shop," Malcolm pointed excitedly.
"Yes… another shop," Draco replied absently. They had been having this simple conversation for a few minutes, back and forth. He was certain Malcolm was having a bit of fun with the petty game, hoping to get a rise of annoyance out of Draco but Draco was determined not to give in until Malcolm got bored and stopped pointing out every single inconsequential thing he saw.
"What's that one do?" he asked, waving his wand in its direction. Draco calmly covered Malcolm's hand and lowered the wand when several young wizards ducked their heads.
"That one Madame Malkin's. Robes for all occasions," he told him.
Draco had walked a number of feet ahead when he realized Malcolm wasn't beside him. He turned around and saw Malcolm staring into the window with fascination. Draco sighed with resignation.
"Do you want a set of robes?" he asked, already knowing the answer.
Malcolm hastily pulled out his wallet and shoved a wad of notes and coins into Draco's hands. Draco looked down at the crumpled objects in his hands as if Malcolm had just given him a tissue that had been sneezed on.
"…Erm. What is this?" he asked and held up a fifty pence piece for inspection with the air of someone holding a live grenade.
"Money, of course. It's only a few pounds worth but it's all I've got to pay you back with," Malcolm shrugged apologetically.
"Actually," Draco poured the contents back into Malcolm's hands, "Your money is no good here."
"Aw, that's so sweet of you-"
"Literally. It isn't good. It can't buy you anything in the wizarding world. We have our own monetary system all that rubbish you just put into my hands is just that- rubbish," Draco muttered and brushed his fingers off as if to rid them of germs.
"Oh. Well that sucks," Malcolm replied with a miffed expression. Draco rolled his eyes.
"Come on. I will be doing myself a favor buying you a few sets of robes so you won't continue to borrow my clothes and pop the buttons off the cuffs," Draco told him.
"Good grief… Buying me all of these things- You are rich, aren't you?" Malcolm asked with a quirky smile.
Draco nodded in affirmation and wheeled Malcolm toward the entrance to Madame Malkin's.
"My boyfriend is rich!" Malcolm shouted out into the street at several young witches.
They snorted and began giggling as they passed. The group of young witches batted their eyelashes at the both of them before flouncing away, tittering amongst themselves.
"Shut up! Get in here before I change my mind," Draco hissed, mortified.
"You know, Draco, one day you will get used to my obscene behavior."
"I won't have to if you're dead. It's sounding like a better idea each time you go out of your way to embarrass me."
"Like Romeo and Juliet, we are. More like Romeo and Julio actually… but whatever, you know what I mean," Malcolm teased Draco when they entered the robe shop.
"No," Draco huffed.
"Seriously? Tell me you've at least heard of Shakespeare," Malcolm scoffed.
"No."
"…Wow. Well to make a long story short, Romeo and Juliet were star-crossed lovers and both of them died to be with each other-"
"I really don't care."
"Of course you don't. I want black robes by the way. I'll look like Neo."
"I don't know what a Neo is but if it will make you shut up, then sure."
"I highly doubt it."
"What can I say? I'm an optimist."