Summary: While the hobbits go off to have adventures, let's see what Malfoy
is up to.
Disclaimer: The disclaimer was murdered by the villain: Sirius Black!
MEANWHILE...
Draco Malfoy was livid that he got caught. When he had left the park, the three losers and two hobbits were careening towards Mount Doom.
"Why can't things go right?" he screamed.
Draco, who was sitting in his Wiltshire manor, was trying to eat consolation food. As the Malfoy family no longer employed Dobby, they had to get a new house- elf. This newcomer still didn't know the ropes. For instance, this morning it brought him coffee with cream and one sugar. Malfoy took his coffee with no cream and three sugars. For lunch, it had tried to serve him a tuna fish sandwich, when he despises fish of all kinds. He usually has a bologna sandwich with a little virgin blood on it. And now, it can't get his consolation food right. He leapt up.
"It's chocolate cake, not ice cream!" he screamed at the trembling house- elf.
He sighed and sat down. This was rubbish. He needed something. He went to go find his mother. He found her in the study.
"Mother, today sucks. I couldn't kill Hermione, Ron or Harry, and the stupid new house- elf couldn't get anything right." He wailed.
"Poor Draco, why don't you go down to Knockturn Alley? You can buy yourself something nice." She suggested.
"O.K. Mother, that's a good idea. What shall I buy?"
"Why don't you buy yourself something from Mr. Borgin's shop? We have a charge account there. Charge whatever you buy to there."
"O.K, I'll do that."
"Why don't you ask your father to go with you? I know he was going down there to sell something."
"O.K, I'll do that."
So he went off to find his father. He found him in his father's office, talking to Professor Snape.
"Oh, hello, Professor, I didn't know you were here." He said.
"Hello, Draco." Snape said
"Excuse me Father, but Mother said I could go down to Mr. Borgin's shop. She also said that you intended to go."
"Yes, I had intended to go there. Well Snape, I believe we are finished here." Lucius said, getting to his feet.
Snape rose to his feet too. "Yes, Malfoy, we have reached an understanding."
Snape Disapparated.
"Well, son, shall we be on our way?"
"Yes Father."
The two of them left to go to Knockturn Alley. When they reached the shop, Lucius approached the counter.
"Good evening, Mr. Malfoy." Mr. Borgin said.
"Good evening."
"Ugh, business talk." Draco thought. He went off to browse. "Did he want a shrunken head? No, but Mother's birthday was coming up, so he might get her one. How about a nice shriveled hand? No. Nothing here, but how about I go into the Quidditch store?"
"Father, I want to go look in Quality Quidditch Supplies."
"Go ahead, I'll come when I have finished."
So Draco went off the Quality Quidditch Supplies. He looked in the window. He saw the Firebolt. "Potter has one of those." He thought. "How is it that he has something I don't have? Maybe I can bully Father into getting me one of those."
Lucius appeared at his side.
"Do you see something you want, son?" Yes, Father, I want a Firebolt."
"I just bought your whole team Nimbus Two Thousand and Ones. You STILL haven't won the team cup for Slytherin."
"But Father, I..."
"No."
"Fine, how about a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans?"
"O.K"
So they went into Honeydukes, the sweet shop. Draco grabbed the box, and placed it on the counter. The witch rang it up.
"That'll be three galleons, and sixteen sickles." The witch said.
So Lucius handed over the gold. They walked out of Honeydukes.
"D' you want a butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks?" Lucius asked.
"Yes, Father." Draco answered.
Disclaimer: The disclaimer was murdered by the villain: Sirius Black!
MEANWHILE...
Draco Malfoy was livid that he got caught. When he had left the park, the three losers and two hobbits were careening towards Mount Doom.
"Why can't things go right?" he screamed.
Draco, who was sitting in his Wiltshire manor, was trying to eat consolation food. As the Malfoy family no longer employed Dobby, they had to get a new house- elf. This newcomer still didn't know the ropes. For instance, this morning it brought him coffee with cream and one sugar. Malfoy took his coffee with no cream and three sugars. For lunch, it had tried to serve him a tuna fish sandwich, when he despises fish of all kinds. He usually has a bologna sandwich with a little virgin blood on it. And now, it can't get his consolation food right. He leapt up.
"It's chocolate cake, not ice cream!" he screamed at the trembling house- elf.
He sighed and sat down. This was rubbish. He needed something. He went to go find his mother. He found her in the study.
"Mother, today sucks. I couldn't kill Hermione, Ron or Harry, and the stupid new house- elf couldn't get anything right." He wailed.
"Poor Draco, why don't you go down to Knockturn Alley? You can buy yourself something nice." She suggested.
"O.K. Mother, that's a good idea. What shall I buy?"
"Why don't you buy yourself something from Mr. Borgin's shop? We have a charge account there. Charge whatever you buy to there."
"O.K, I'll do that."
"Why don't you ask your father to go with you? I know he was going down there to sell something."
"O.K, I'll do that."
So he went off to find his father. He found him in his father's office, talking to Professor Snape.
"Oh, hello, Professor, I didn't know you were here." He said.
"Hello, Draco." Snape said
"Excuse me Father, but Mother said I could go down to Mr. Borgin's shop. She also said that you intended to go."
"Yes, I had intended to go there. Well Snape, I believe we are finished here." Lucius said, getting to his feet.
Snape rose to his feet too. "Yes, Malfoy, we have reached an understanding."
Snape Disapparated.
"Well, son, shall we be on our way?"
"Yes Father."
The two of them left to go to Knockturn Alley. When they reached the shop, Lucius approached the counter.
"Good evening, Mr. Malfoy." Mr. Borgin said.
"Good evening."
"Ugh, business talk." Draco thought. He went off to browse. "Did he want a shrunken head? No, but Mother's birthday was coming up, so he might get her one. How about a nice shriveled hand? No. Nothing here, but how about I go into the Quidditch store?"
"Father, I want to go look in Quality Quidditch Supplies."
"Go ahead, I'll come when I have finished."
So Draco went off the Quality Quidditch Supplies. He looked in the window. He saw the Firebolt. "Potter has one of those." He thought. "How is it that he has something I don't have? Maybe I can bully Father into getting me one of those."
Lucius appeared at his side.
"Do you see something you want, son?" Yes, Father, I want a Firebolt."
"I just bought your whole team Nimbus Two Thousand and Ones. You STILL haven't won the team cup for Slytherin."
"But Father, I..."
"No."
"Fine, how about a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans?"
"O.K"
So they went into Honeydukes, the sweet shop. Draco grabbed the box, and placed it on the counter. The witch rang it up.
"That'll be three galleons, and sixteen sickles." The witch said.
So Lucius handed over the gold. They walked out of Honeydukes.
"D' you want a butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks?" Lucius asked.
"Yes, Father." Draco answered.