Diagon Alley was packed with shoppers, it being only a few days until
students would arrive back at Hogwarts. Short witches, tall wizards and all
the other sorts crowded the long alley, littering the street with loose
papers or even gifts. Brightly colored bags bobbed past, attached to
trolleys and carts. A small groups of boys and girls surrounded the window
of Quality Quidditch Supplies. 'Ooohs' and 'Ahhhs' came from all of the
little ones. Older kids just gasped, regreting their unwealthiness.
Draco Malfoy pushed through the crowd to see what they had been gazing at. His gaze settled upon the broom before him. A Firebolt Flame, the best broom made so far. He pushed closer until he was up against the glass, his eyes unmoving and cold. He ran a hand along the glass, a smile playing along his lips.
"Draco! Where are you, my boy?"came a smooth voice from somewhere in the crowd.
"Over here father!"called Draco.
Lucius Malfoy pushed himself through the crowd, shooting hasty looks at various 'Mudbloods' in the crowd. Over his years he had learned to recognise them just by their scent. He could sense and smell magic. He ran a hand through his long, slicked back blonde hair, his eyes shifting from child to child in search of Draco. He spotted the silver-blonde haired boy, a smirk playing on his lips.
"What is it that you're wanting now, Draco?" asked Lucius quietly.
"The new Firebolt, Father," replied Draco.
"Well. Take your key and head off to Gringott's. You can get enough money for new robes and the broom," demanded Lucius.
"Alright, Father," replied Draco as a grin crossed his face.
Draco turned and took off at a run, his eyes focused on the ground before, so he wouldn't trip. His emerald green traveling cloak blew swiftly in the wind as he bounded towards the bank, only to come to a huge suprise. Draco came to a sudden hault as he hit something that felt like a brick wall. He fell to the ground in pain, his arm scraping against the gravel. A large figure loomed over him, a ruddy black beard and ratty brown cloak stood out upon his pale face.
"Hagrid! You bloody old fool! Get out of my way!"demanded Draco.
"I'd think yeh would talk a bit more nicely to a teacher, boy," replied Hagrid.
"You're not worthy of it, Mudblood. You're not worthy of shining my shoes!" retorted Draco.
"I'd shut up if I were you, Malfoy!" came a familiar voice from within Hagrid's shadow.
Draco Malfoy pushed through the crowd to see what they had been gazing at. His gaze settled upon the broom before him. A Firebolt Flame, the best broom made so far. He pushed closer until he was up against the glass, his eyes unmoving and cold. He ran a hand along the glass, a smile playing along his lips.
"Draco! Where are you, my boy?"came a smooth voice from somewhere in the crowd.
"Over here father!"called Draco.
Lucius Malfoy pushed himself through the crowd, shooting hasty looks at various 'Mudbloods' in the crowd. Over his years he had learned to recognise them just by their scent. He could sense and smell magic. He ran a hand through his long, slicked back blonde hair, his eyes shifting from child to child in search of Draco. He spotted the silver-blonde haired boy, a smirk playing on his lips.
"What is it that you're wanting now, Draco?" asked Lucius quietly.
"The new Firebolt, Father," replied Draco.
"Well. Take your key and head off to Gringott's. You can get enough money for new robes and the broom," demanded Lucius.
"Alright, Father," replied Draco as a grin crossed his face.
Draco turned and took off at a run, his eyes focused on the ground before, so he wouldn't trip. His emerald green traveling cloak blew swiftly in the wind as he bounded towards the bank, only to come to a huge suprise. Draco came to a sudden hault as he hit something that felt like a brick wall. He fell to the ground in pain, his arm scraping against the gravel. A large figure loomed over him, a ruddy black beard and ratty brown cloak stood out upon his pale face.
"Hagrid! You bloody old fool! Get out of my way!"demanded Draco.
"I'd think yeh would talk a bit more nicely to a teacher, boy," replied Hagrid.
"You're not worthy of it, Mudblood. You're not worthy of shining my shoes!" retorted Draco.
"I'd shut up if I were you, Malfoy!" came a familiar voice from within Hagrid's shadow.