After they hit the bookstore, robe shop, and apothecary, the quintet split into two different groups. Hermione, Ginny, and Ron went to the Quiddich shop while Harry and Desiree went to Ollivanders to look for Desiree a wand.
The moment they walked in to the tiny dusty store the heavy silence muffled all vocal communications from outside. Desiree looked around uneasily and listened closely for any sound of movement in the back for some form of life. Suddenly a man with Einstein-like hair appeared out of nowhere, even manipulated Desiree's acute hearing senses.
"I wondered when I would be seeing you in here Miss. Black. I really thought that either you would have been in here sooner or I would have never of seen you, but nevertheless, you are here now." During this little introductionary speech the little old man moved oblong boxes around as if he was looking for a certain one.
"Try this. Willow, ten inches, unicorn hair, springy. All right, give it a wave." No sooner than Desiree lifted her arm the man snatched it away muttering "No no, not strong enough."
After having tried about 35 wands or so, each ended with Mr.Ollivander taking it away and mutter `not strong enough'. Finally he emerged from the shadowy back of the store with yet another wand box. "Try this one, it's a very rare and unusual combination, but it might work for you. Eleven inches, white magical cherry wood, Arctic Fire Dragon heartstring, swishy."
He handed the wand to Desiree and instantly she felt a warmth spread throughout her body like she just took a shot of tequila, but much sweeter and several white sparks spewed from the end of the wand. "Wonderful. I do believe that like another customer of mine" he said as he shot Harry a look, "that we should expect great things of you Miss. Black. Yes, great things."
Not really enjoying the piercing look the crazy old man gave her she gave him a weak smile, paid for her wand, and got the hell out of there. "Is he all right upstairs?" Desiree asked Harry the moment they stepped out of the store. "I don't really know to tell you the truth. Where do you want to go next?"
"Well, since the game yesterday, all I wanted to do was to get a broomstick and learn how to play that game and be the one with the little bat that whacked the black balls around." she admitted in an excited tone. "Really? Well we'll go into the Quidditch shop to get you a broom and if your in Gryiffindor, which I think you will, we have two beater openings. And if you work hard enough you just might make one of the spots."
"Really!" Desiree squealed with a note of excitement in her voice. "Oh, man you gotta teach me how to play! You're gonna help me right?" "Maybe." "Yes you are!" she stated while giving him a playful punch in the arm.
Then with much joy to her heart and much protest to her evil voice, Harry put his arm around her shoulders and Desiree leaned into him as they made their way across the crowded street.
When they reached the shop Harry tried his hardest to surpress a grin that was pulling at his lips. `She has no idea what's waiting for her here.'
Unlike Desiree, Harry knew that Desiree's grandfather Bruce Black, had bought her a Firebolt x2 and that broom was right up there with Harry's Sharp-Shooter. Stepping carefully around the crowded store they made their way to the desk where a middle aged man with receding blonde hair claimed "Oh, Miss. Black, good to see you, we have your parcel ready." "My what?" Desiree asked looking at Harry bewildered. "What's this kid talkin' about?" "You'll see." said Harry in a sing song voice.
He glanced at her long enough to see her eyes shrinking into slits because he knew something she didn't, but before she could say or do anything the man returned with a long and slender box wrapped in red paper. "Here you go ma'am. All ready paid for."
Taking to parcel from the mans hands with caution Desiree looked at him suspiciously before exiting the store with Harry. "Hold up." she demanded the moment they got out of the store. "What is this all about?" she asked giving Harry a cold stare with her chilly eyes.
"Open it." he said simply "What?" she asked in an icy tone. "Open it." Still giving Harry arctic eyes she unwrapped the paper around the box and opened it to reveal a stunning broomstick.
Fighting the urge to reach out and touch it she just stared at it in the same look she gave Harry and without looking at him she asked "Who gave it to me?" "Your grandfather."
For the first time since the box was opened she looked up at Harry and said "I don't have a grandfather." "Yes you do." Harry said beginning to get aggravated. "Says who?" "Says your father and his father." "Oh that's comforting. My estranged father tells my estranged grandfather about me and he goes and buys me a broom. How sweet!" she said in a sarcastic voice.
"Look" Harry began completely aggravated by this point. "Your dad and grandfather have been looking for you for fifteen years and they have finally found you and they want to make up for lost time. They are not trying to buy you off or whatever it is that your thinking of" Desiree looked up at him sharply because that was exactly what she had been thinking. "They just want you to know that they do love you. He even wrote you a letter to tell you." He said with his voice softening and pulled out a letter from the box.
"He wrote me a letter." Desiree repeated. "What is it with you people and writing letters? Do they not want to look at me I'm not that ugly." she said to herself as she skimmed through the letter that told her the same thing Harry had just said. "All right, I believe you." she said giving in. "Let's go get some food, I'm starved."
And with that they went to get some ice cream to meet the rest of the group.
Harry and Desiree met Hermione, Ron, and Ginny a few feet away from the shop. At that precise moment a group of teenaged girl swooped around Harry and began to shriek, squeal, and cry "Harry marry me! Harry date me! Harry be the father of my children!" along with pulling at his clothes and ripping them.
Not liking this situation at all Desiree figured it was time to put her mack down. "Ok, back up all of you! He not some toy you can just pass around to your little friends. True, he's hot but he's not the community skank so ya'll better just back up off his grill before I put my beef down on ya'll, ya know what I'm sayin'? So beat it bitches!"
Though not quite sure what the crazy girl said, the girls all backed away and began to run the other way preferring not to find out what her `beef' was. "Thanks. You think I'm hot?" Harry asked with a smirk on his face. "You're hot, but don't let it get to your big head cuz you ain't that damn hot." "Right." said Harry not believing a word she said. "Let's just get something to eat."
They decided to go get ice cream at the local parlor. The gang all got their order and sat down at a corner table in the back to talk about their purchases of the day. Ron almost spit his ice cream out when Desiree told him about her broom "You got a Firebolt x2? That's like almost as good as Harry's!"
They continued on with a comfortable flow of conversation until Desiree got up to go get some more napkins from the front of the store. While walking up to the bar she felt a pair of eyes watching her. Slightly glancing around she tensed up preparing herself for what may come.
She reached the bar with no contact but when she turned to go back to the table she saw the staring eyes for the first time. Gray blue eyes stared at her from across the store from a guy about her age with slicked back blonde hair. The guy had on a cocky grin as he made his way to the bar where she was.
Not once breaking contact with each other he came up to her and asked "What's a gorgeous creature like you doing up here all by yourself?"
Deciding to play along to blondies weak game and had two exits mapped out in her mind before he even took two steps toward her, just in case. Desiree answered with "I'm just a little ol' city girl looking for a good time with a fine guy. You interested?" "Why yes I am. Draco Malfoy. And you are?" "They call me D-ray back where I'm from." "And where's that?" Draco asked with his head getting closer and closer. "Oh it's just across the ocean and down SOUTH." and an accent on south Desiree slammed Draco's head on the hard counter of the bar causing a large red and white whelp to develop on the side of his head. "You asked for it." Desiree simply said before prancing off to her table.
~~~~~~~*Harry's POV*~~~~~~~~~
As she walked away I couldn't help but feel a little strange without her there next to me. Excluding the little incident at the Quiddich store, we have had a great time. She has actually opened up to me and I am going to kill Ron tonight while he's asleep. If he had just waited a few more minutes. God she is so hot.
What the hell? What is Malfoy doing next to her. I know he's not leaning in for a kiss. I'm going to kick his Slytherin ass and make this year miserable for him. Ooohh, never mind. He got what he deserved. At least I know she can take care of herself. If I could only get the nerve to ask her out before all the guys start hitting her up.
The moment they walked in to the tiny dusty store the heavy silence muffled all vocal communications from outside. Desiree looked around uneasily and listened closely for any sound of movement in the back for some form of life. Suddenly a man with Einstein-like hair appeared out of nowhere, even manipulated Desiree's acute hearing senses.
"I wondered when I would be seeing you in here Miss. Black. I really thought that either you would have been in here sooner or I would have never of seen you, but nevertheless, you are here now." During this little introductionary speech the little old man moved oblong boxes around as if he was looking for a certain one.
"Try this. Willow, ten inches, unicorn hair, springy. All right, give it a wave." No sooner than Desiree lifted her arm the man snatched it away muttering "No no, not strong enough."
After having tried about 35 wands or so, each ended with Mr.Ollivander taking it away and mutter `not strong enough'. Finally he emerged from the shadowy back of the store with yet another wand box. "Try this one, it's a very rare and unusual combination, but it might work for you. Eleven inches, white magical cherry wood, Arctic Fire Dragon heartstring, swishy."
He handed the wand to Desiree and instantly she felt a warmth spread throughout her body like she just took a shot of tequila, but much sweeter and several white sparks spewed from the end of the wand. "Wonderful. I do believe that like another customer of mine" he said as he shot Harry a look, "that we should expect great things of you Miss. Black. Yes, great things."
Not really enjoying the piercing look the crazy old man gave her she gave him a weak smile, paid for her wand, and got the hell out of there. "Is he all right upstairs?" Desiree asked Harry the moment they stepped out of the store. "I don't really know to tell you the truth. Where do you want to go next?"
"Well, since the game yesterday, all I wanted to do was to get a broomstick and learn how to play that game and be the one with the little bat that whacked the black balls around." she admitted in an excited tone. "Really? Well we'll go into the Quidditch shop to get you a broom and if your in Gryiffindor, which I think you will, we have two beater openings. And if you work hard enough you just might make one of the spots."
"Really!" Desiree squealed with a note of excitement in her voice. "Oh, man you gotta teach me how to play! You're gonna help me right?" "Maybe." "Yes you are!" she stated while giving him a playful punch in the arm.
Then with much joy to her heart and much protest to her evil voice, Harry put his arm around her shoulders and Desiree leaned into him as they made their way across the crowded street.
When they reached the shop Harry tried his hardest to surpress a grin that was pulling at his lips. `She has no idea what's waiting for her here.'
Unlike Desiree, Harry knew that Desiree's grandfather Bruce Black, had bought her a Firebolt x2 and that broom was right up there with Harry's Sharp-Shooter. Stepping carefully around the crowded store they made their way to the desk where a middle aged man with receding blonde hair claimed "Oh, Miss. Black, good to see you, we have your parcel ready." "My what?" Desiree asked looking at Harry bewildered. "What's this kid talkin' about?" "You'll see." said Harry in a sing song voice.
He glanced at her long enough to see her eyes shrinking into slits because he knew something she didn't, but before she could say or do anything the man returned with a long and slender box wrapped in red paper. "Here you go ma'am. All ready paid for."
Taking to parcel from the mans hands with caution Desiree looked at him suspiciously before exiting the store with Harry. "Hold up." she demanded the moment they got out of the store. "What is this all about?" she asked giving Harry a cold stare with her chilly eyes.
"Open it." he said simply "What?" she asked in an icy tone. "Open it." Still giving Harry arctic eyes she unwrapped the paper around the box and opened it to reveal a stunning broomstick.
Fighting the urge to reach out and touch it she just stared at it in the same look she gave Harry and without looking at him she asked "Who gave it to me?" "Your grandfather."
For the first time since the box was opened she looked up at Harry and said "I don't have a grandfather." "Yes you do." Harry said beginning to get aggravated. "Says who?" "Says your father and his father." "Oh that's comforting. My estranged father tells my estranged grandfather about me and he goes and buys me a broom. How sweet!" she said in a sarcastic voice.
"Look" Harry began completely aggravated by this point. "Your dad and grandfather have been looking for you for fifteen years and they have finally found you and they want to make up for lost time. They are not trying to buy you off or whatever it is that your thinking of" Desiree looked up at him sharply because that was exactly what she had been thinking. "They just want you to know that they do love you. He even wrote you a letter to tell you." He said with his voice softening and pulled out a letter from the box.
"He wrote me a letter." Desiree repeated. "What is it with you people and writing letters? Do they not want to look at me I'm not that ugly." she said to herself as she skimmed through the letter that told her the same thing Harry had just said. "All right, I believe you." she said giving in. "Let's go get some food, I'm starved."
And with that they went to get some ice cream to meet the rest of the group.
Harry and Desiree met Hermione, Ron, and Ginny a few feet away from the shop. At that precise moment a group of teenaged girl swooped around Harry and began to shriek, squeal, and cry "Harry marry me! Harry date me! Harry be the father of my children!" along with pulling at his clothes and ripping them.
Not liking this situation at all Desiree figured it was time to put her mack down. "Ok, back up all of you! He not some toy you can just pass around to your little friends. True, he's hot but he's not the community skank so ya'll better just back up off his grill before I put my beef down on ya'll, ya know what I'm sayin'? So beat it bitches!"
Though not quite sure what the crazy girl said, the girls all backed away and began to run the other way preferring not to find out what her `beef' was. "Thanks. You think I'm hot?" Harry asked with a smirk on his face. "You're hot, but don't let it get to your big head cuz you ain't that damn hot." "Right." said Harry not believing a word she said. "Let's just get something to eat."
They decided to go get ice cream at the local parlor. The gang all got their order and sat down at a corner table in the back to talk about their purchases of the day. Ron almost spit his ice cream out when Desiree told him about her broom "You got a Firebolt x2? That's like almost as good as Harry's!"
They continued on with a comfortable flow of conversation until Desiree got up to go get some more napkins from the front of the store. While walking up to the bar she felt a pair of eyes watching her. Slightly glancing around she tensed up preparing herself for what may come.
She reached the bar with no contact but when she turned to go back to the table she saw the staring eyes for the first time. Gray blue eyes stared at her from across the store from a guy about her age with slicked back blonde hair. The guy had on a cocky grin as he made his way to the bar where she was.
Not once breaking contact with each other he came up to her and asked "What's a gorgeous creature like you doing up here all by yourself?"
Deciding to play along to blondies weak game and had two exits mapped out in her mind before he even took two steps toward her, just in case. Desiree answered with "I'm just a little ol' city girl looking for a good time with a fine guy. You interested?" "Why yes I am. Draco Malfoy. And you are?" "They call me D-ray back where I'm from." "And where's that?" Draco asked with his head getting closer and closer. "Oh it's just across the ocean and down SOUTH." and an accent on south Desiree slammed Draco's head on the hard counter of the bar causing a large red and white whelp to develop on the side of his head. "You asked for it." Desiree simply said before prancing off to her table.
~~~~~~~*Harry's POV*~~~~~~~~~
As she walked away I couldn't help but feel a little strange without her there next to me. Excluding the little incident at the Quiddich store, we have had a great time. She has actually opened up to me and I am going to kill Ron tonight while he's asleep. If he had just waited a few more minutes. God she is so hot.
What the hell? What is Malfoy doing next to her. I know he's not leaning in for a kiss. I'm going to kick his Slytherin ass and make this year miserable for him. Ooohh, never mind. He got what he deserved. At least I know she can take care of herself. If I could only get the nerve to ask her out before all the guys start hitting her up.
