Hermione was unpacking her bags in the Leaky Cauldron's best room when she heard a knock on the door. She called to whoever it was to come in, thinking it would be Draco. It was.

"Hey Mione, Father said that you and I may begin our shopping now, if you're ready?"

"Yes almost, just let me pack this up." Hermione Granger was a pureblood wizard. Finally ready, Hermione grabbed her purse and went with Draco to find Narcissa Malfoy.

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"Oh, this is so much fun Hermione dear! I've always wanted a daughter, shopping with another girl is so very fun!"

Draco rolled his eyes. His mother could be such an air-head!

"Yes I suppose, guys just have no taste," Hermione stuck her tongue out at Draco. "Could we get our robes now?"

"Yes, of course dear! Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions is just the place! Now, I'll just be looking at the dresses for ladies, while you two get sorted, just go see Madam Malkin over near the mirrors. Tata!"

Madam Malkin was a squat, smiling witch dressed all in mauve.

"Hogwarts, dears?" she asked. She put the two on separate footstools.

"Yes," Draco answered arrogantly in his manner used for talking to people he didn't know. "I'm Draco Malfoy. Yes, my father is the rich, handsome man you're thinking of. That's why I'm going to Hogwarts for the best education. Oh and this is Hermione Granger. She's a family friend from another rich and influential family. We're in the same circle."

"Mmm, of course." Madam Malkin smiled at Draco like she hadn't heard a word he said and promptly slipped a long robe over his head and began pinning it to size. Another witch was doing the same to Hermione.

Draco kept fidgeting, telling the witch "no, it's too tight" and "I really don't think this colour suits me, are you sure its compulsory?". Hermione, however was calm and collected, a perfect lady. She finished soon before Draco, just as another boy walked in.

"Hm, he's rather ugly. Small and mousy, must be from a poor family. Can't be pureblood either with those clothes," Hermione thought to herself.

The second witch stood the boy on Hermione's stool, asking if he was from Hogwarts.

"Hullo," Draco, ever the arrogant child asked, "So, you're going to Hogwarts, like us?"

"Er ... yes," the boy looked quite intimidated by Draco.

Hermione walked up next to Draco, her arm resting on his shoulder, one hand on her hip, "Not very talkative, didn't your mother teach you any manners?"

"My parents are dead."

"Oh, sorry," Of course, Hermione wasn't sorry, but it helped to say things like this.

"But they were our kind, weren't they?" Draco had no tact, obviously. Also he claimed not to care about blood, but underneath it all, he did.

"They were witch and wizard if that is what you mean."

"Purebloods?"

"Um, sorry I don't quite understand."

"What ever do you mean? Don't you know what a pureblood is?" Now Hermione was interested.

"Well, um no, I just found out I –"

"All done, dear! That'll be five galleons love. Thank you! Now off you go."

"Erm, thankyou." To Hermione and Draco, the boy said' "Well, I guess I'll see you at Hogwarts."

"What'd you say your name was?" Draco asked, but decided not to worry too much about the strange boy who was now walking off with an almost giant looking man.

"Hm," He seemed strangely familiar to Hermione. She'd have to read over her books again.

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Throughout the rest of the week, Hermione and Draco spent their time in Diagon Alley buying supplies from Flourish and Blotts and the Apothecary. However mostly, they went to Gambol and Japes Wizarding Joke Shop and sometimes into Knockturn Alley.

Draco's favourite part of their week was going to Ollivanders; he finally had his own wand!

The two children woke up that morning and went to Ollivanders without Mrs Malfoy. Apparently she needed more beauty sleep.

They went into the dusty store, being their pureblood selves they were disgusted with the condition of the store.

"This guy needs a lot of house elves."

However they were both amazed with the size of it. Shelves upon shelves of boxes, presumably wand boxes. This is how Ollivander found them, two short, well dressed children, hand in hand, staring with open mouths. He chuckled at the site.

"You remind me of your parents when they came in here. All four of them in a group. Yes, I remember that day well. Draco, your father's wand an eleven inch oak with dragon heartstring. Your mother's a seven-inch eucalypt with Unicorn hair. Hermione, dear, your parents both had Pine with Hippogriff feathers, mother's twelve inch and your father's seventeen inch."

Hermione shuddered thinking of the spells those four wands had performed. The last particularly. She still had scars from it.

Draco was astounded at how this old, odd man could remember such detail and how he knew their names. Impatient and anxious, he asked, "Well, what will my wand be?"

Chuckling again, Mr Ollivander answered him with "The wand chooses the wizard Mr Malfoy. Of course, now I only make Unicorn-tail, Phoenix-feather and Dragonheartstring wands. So, ladies first, Miss Granger. Why don't you try this one?"

Draco sat back and watched as Hermione went through what seemed to be half of the store, finally finding a wand. Mr Ollivander seemed very interested in her wand. "Well I say I'm astounded Miss Granger. I'm sure we can expect great things from you. This combination of mahogany and unicorn hair is very rare."

When it was Draco's turn Hermione sat back to watch. Draco tried only several wands before he found a wand for himself. Mr Ollivander smiled slyly.

"Typically a muggleborn combination. Very interesting."

Draco was furious, "There must be a mistake. I can't have a muggleborn wand. Give me another."

"Now, now Mr Malfoy. The wand chooses the wizard. Phoenix tail feathers and Heather are typically muggleborn wands because the wands like to challenge their beholders. This wand will help you on a path to greatness. Yes, I forsee you have a greater role to play." The last part Ollivander said almost to himself, "But what path will you choose?"

"Erm, very well then. Thank you Sir. Goodbye!"

"Goodbye children."

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Hermione, also had a wonderful time. Her favourite store was Flourish and Blotts, yet she was particularly pleased with what she bought in the Magical Menagerie.

Draco dragged Hermione in to the store, she wasn't much of an animal person, but Draco insisted. He settled on buying a large eagle owl. It had sharp talons and left scratches all up his arms. But he said it didn't matter. "The bird has power. Look at him! He'll scare people. Intimidation. He's perfect. I'll call him Zeus. After the Greek God."

Hermione however saw an animal that caught her attention. It was a big orange cat. A huge, chubby tomcat. And she thought he was adorable. She asked the witch at the counter about him.

"Oh, Crookshanks? He's been here for years. No one wants him. Such a dear old boy. But you wouldn't want to take him, would you?"

Hermione knew the old witch was putting her on a guilt trip. But she didn't care. Something inspired her to buy this cat. So she made Draco wait while she paid for him. Ignoring his comments of how ugly an animal it was.