Harry Potter stumbles in Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasion, arms filled with school supplies. Madam Malkin, who hated when people clogged up her perfectly spacious store, paused in the middle of pinning another boys' robes to turn around. "Hogwarts?" she asks. Harry nods slowly. "Then, please move away from the door and sit. Once I'm finished with Mr. Malfoy you can be next." Madam Malkin turns back abruptly, leaving Harry to sit in one of the comfortable chairs in front of the boy getting fitted. Mr. Malfoy turned out not to be a grown man like Harry had thought, but a boy with pale hair and skin. Harry smiles at the boy nervously before dumping his luggage on a chair beside him. The pale-haired boy scoffs. "You have to lug all that junk around? That's a pity, my mum is carrying my supplies with a special bag. It can never be full." Harry shrugs. "Hagrid's carrying most of my books," he says "But I couldn't just have him take everything." The boy frowns, making his face look like a ferret, Harry stifles a laugh. "Hagrid? Do you mean that old fool who takes care of Hogwarts? That's hilarious! I've heard that he gets so drunk-" Harry jumps up. "Don't say another word! Hagrid is a great person." Neither boy say a word for a few moments, all that can be heard is Madame Malkin's pins.
"Oh really?" The pale boy drawls, breaking the tense silence. "And who are you? Defender of the stupid I reckon." Harry clenches his hands. "I'm Harry, for your information." Ferret Face smiled. "Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. Nice to meet you." Draco waited for a reaction, but Harry just stared blankly at him. Ignorant fool! He thinks. "Now then Harry, what house are you aiming for?" Harry sat down slowly and looked at Draco, confused. "What house? Er, like a farmhouse?" There's an awkward silence as Draco absorbs this information. "Like the school houses of course! Have you been living under a rock? Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, Slytherin, and Hufflepuff." Draco says. Harry raises his eyebrows, What are those words. I've more or less been living on a rock for the past week" he laughs. "And under stairs the rest of my life!" Draco stares at this crazy-haired, bespectacled, boy in complete shock. In the silence, Madame Malkin says "Mr. Malfoy, turn around if you please. And stop moving! This will take all day." Draco nods and turns to the wall. Harry leans back. "Sorry about that, sometimes I don't think before speaking," he says. "So there are four houses, right?" Draco nods. "Er, yeah. You get sorted into them at the beginning of the year.."
Harry thinks about that. "So you stay with the houses for the entire time you're at school? Sounds brilliant to me." Draco composes himself and turns his head back to say "Yes, my family has always been in Slytherin. So that's what house I'm going to be in." he says confidently. Madam Malkin clears her throat. "Mr. Malfoy, if you do not stand still for at least a moment then your robes will be too small this year," she says. Draco stills, "Yes Madam Malkin. Sorry." Harry smiles at Draco's back. For someone who had such an imperious attitude, Draco definitely was scared of Madam Malkin. A comfortable silence settles in the shop. Harry, absorbing the info about Hogwarts, and Draco, feeling embarrassed by the fact he had gotten scolded in front of a complete stranger.
Madam Malkin sets down her pins. "Alright, Mr. Malfoy, you're done. Thank you for coming today." she drones. Draco nods and starts to take off the robe carefully. Harry straitens in his chair. "You're done? That was fast." he stretches. Draco goes to stand in front of him. "I guess you're next then. I'll be going then…" Harry stands. "Wait, can you stay? You don't have to, but you seem to know loads of things so maybe-" he stops rambling abruptly at Draco's look. "Me, help you?" Draco says. "Why should I?" Harry smiles. "Because I don't know a thing about anything magic and you probably know loads." He says, trying to butter Draco up. "Aaand, you seem like a good person." Draco raises an eyebrow. "Hmmm…. I'll think about it," he says and walks toward the door. Harry goes to Madam Malkin. "I'm ready for my fitting Madam."