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Three days later Ron and Blaise had muggle slang terms down okay but Malfoy was beating them both. He'd taken to saying "whore" as often as he could. As well as "shite" and "fuck" all which weren't really English curses, more Americanisms than anything else.
Malfoy wasn't taking to muggle technology like Ron or Blaise though. The toaster still bothered him and he'd convinced himself the microwave was meant to obliterate things since he'd seen Blaise accidentally explode a marshmallow. Harry sat on the island in the centre of the kitchen watching the three boys trying to figure out a simple game of Go Fish.
"Okay, Blaise, have any fours?" Ron asked.
Blaise paused to shuffle through his cards. "No."
"You better fucking have some fours." They though having to Go Fish was some sort of punishment which doomed you to loose the game and thus refused to do so.
"Here, why don't you just cross out two the ones on this card?" Blaise handed him a six.
"Can't do that." Draco said and shook his head. "You can only add them. Here," Draco leant across, pulled a three from Blaise's hand and gave it to Ron. "Draw one in."
Ron picked up a pen, which he'd learnt to use, and doodles in another heart. They'd done this to every card so far. The deck now contained six tens, five fours no aces and a multitude of sevens. The Kings were made females, the Jacks into Kings and at least one Queen was made into a three. Harry massaged his temple and looked at them, he'd never expected to see such a twisted sight in his life.
"You still don't get it. All you have to do is pick one up from the deck, it might even help you. Adding in symbols won't help either." Harry said.
"I give up," Blaise set down his cards and stuck out his tongue.
"What do you suggest we do then?" Draco set his cards down as well.
"We have to learn to fit in wit muggles right?" Ron got a confused look on his face.
Harry laughed and nodded, "that's the idea Ron."
"How come we've not spent time with actual muggles? I don't count your relatives as proper muggles either," Draco said.
"I don't know, I suppose I wanted to give you some sort of basic knowledge before we went out to a populated area."
"It's nearly five, why don't we go out to a muggle place, do something muggle and get dinner?" Blaise suggested, taking a drag on a cigarette he just lit.
"That sounds fun, Harry, please?" Ron gave his friend a pleading look.
"Don't wet yourself with excitement Weasely," Draco rolled his eyes.
"Shut it Mal-ferret," Ron snapped back. Immediately Blaise stiffened, ready to restrain his Slytherin brother. Harry shifted so he could grab Ron if needed.
Malfoy just sneered at him and directed his attention to Harry. "Why don't we go?"
Harry thought over where they could go and decided the mall would be good, it wasn't too far and they all had a money allowance from Snape they could use. "All right, we'll leave in twenty minutes for the mall."
The four boys went upstairs and into their individual rooms. Harry glanced over his shoulder and saw Malfoy's room was all black and white, impersonal and spotless. He thought it weird since he and Ron had very cozy, humane rooms that were now decorated in personal effects. Entering his room Harry chose out some jeans and a navy t-shirt, he pulled on his trainers and attempted to style his hair a little. Walking back out he saw Ron was ready in a pair of black pants and a red sweater, his friend shrugged and lent against his door. Blaise and Draco came out at the same time. Zabini had black trousers on and a suit jacket over a white shirt with a picture of Jim Morrison on it. Malfoy was in dark jeans and a long sleeved black shirt and a pair of motorcycle boots.
"Are we walking to the-what was it called?" Blaise asked.
"It's a mall, and yes we're walking there. It's only a quarter mile or so," Harry led them downstairs and out the front door. Malfoy came up to walk beside him and Ron ended up walking beside Blaise.
"What is a mall?" Malfoy asked, his eyes looking at the houses they passed.
"It's just a big group of stores all kept in the same big building, there's a food court and sometimes shops with stuff other than clothes and shoes. Like, at Little Whinging Shopping Centre, which is where we're going, there are stores where you can buy books and toys too."
"Oh, like Diagon Alley all in one building?"
"Yes, but non-magic," Harry nodded. Malfoy gasped as a white cat darted in front of them, he breathed out and got poked by Blaise.
"It startled me, okay?" Malfoy rested a hand on his chest and continued forward.
"It was cat, what was so startling about that?" Blaise made fun.
"You remember that loopy white cat that used to live at the gates to the Manor in Wilshire? It attacked me when I was two, which you were there for, so I don't like white cats," Malfoy said looking over his shoulder at Blaise.
"That cat did not attack you, you threw a rock at it, hit it in the head and it made a dash for the other side of the road and you got in front of it. All it did was knock you over and keep going," Blaise said, rolling his eyes.
"You make me sounds like a bastard child, Blaise, I did no such thing," Draco shook his head.
"Yes you did!" Blaise let out a laugh and nodded.
"Who cares?" Ron gave them a weird look.
There was a silence. Harry hadn't thought there was anything particularly negative about the moment prior, but Ron had injected some bad energy into it.
"Look, there it is," Harry pointed at the large building as they turned the corner and began across the parking lot.
As they reached the entrance a group of gothic looking teens sneered at them. Malfoy curled his upper lip and turned distinctly away from them and walked up the steps to the mall.
"Poser!" one of the girls called out after him. The Slytherin refused to acknowledge them and walked through the door Harry was holding open for him. Harry saw the group start talking and then shift as though getting ready to move. This made him slightly nervous but he closed the door and went after the three purebloods standing the courtyard of the mall.
"I officially like this place," Blaise said, craning his neck to see the store names.
"Look, let's go there first," Malfoy pointed to a store called Studded Emeralds.
The lights were purple and illuminated shelves with dark clothes and accessories. The four boys walked in and the girl behind the counter looked up at them and nodded a hello. Malfoy and Zabini went to the pants and began looking through them. There were a few pairs of leather pants and some tight jeans in black and blue hues.
"Look at how cool this is Harry," Ron pointed to a skull and crossbones belt buckle.
"Oh yeah, I like that," Harry nodded and glanced over at the other two.
"What about this shirt?" Malfoy had picked up a long sleeved white fishnet shirt.
"If you want to be a whore," Blaise shrugged but then looked at it again, "if you wear a different shirt under it, it'd actually be pretty nice."
"Good, I would have bought it anyways," Malfoy put it over his arm where he also had two pairs of jeans and a pair of leather pants.
Harry went over and looked at the Ramones shirt Zabini was looking at. "That'd be good on you," Harry commented.
"You think? Mum says I wear to much black and white and I should branch into color." This shirt was yellow and white and matched the look of the Italian rather well.
"I do actually," Harry nodded.
"Oi, Potter, what do you think of this?" Malfoy held up a green shirt with a safety pin collar and a rip held closed by wide orange stitching that also ran along all the seems.
"It's a really cool shirt, but orange isn't really a good color for you, I don't think," Harry looked it over.
"Not for me, for you," Malfoy held it out to him.
"Really? You think I could wear something like this?" Harry hadn't ever thought of himself as someone who could look good anything like that.
"Oh sure, the green would look great," Zabini confirmed it, "try it on."
Harry moved to do so when he was stopped. "Take this shirt too," Malfoy handed him a white shirt with the Sublime sun on it.
"Oh, these pants would look great with that green shirt too," Zabini held out a pair of dark jeans with a studded black belt.
Soon Harry had four pairs of pants and seven shirts that they were making him get. Though, to be fair they'd done something similar to Ron. And the two Slytherins were each getting a few things.
As they left they saw the group of gothic kids standing around a video game console, watching a guy with a set of four lip piercings play the game. They looked up and saw the four come out.
"Oi," one girl, the one who'd taunted Malfoy earlier, strutted over, glowering.
"Can I help you?" Malfoy stopped to speak with her. Zabini was at his side and the two Gryffindors were slightly behind and off to the other side.
"What makes you think you can just ignore me when I talk to you?"
"When did you try and talk to me?" Malfoy asked.
"Earlier when you were coming in," she clarified and he seemed to remember her. The rest of the gothic kids came over as well.
"That was what you called trying to converse? really that was just jeering someone," Malfoy said, "if you wish to speak with him, learn to make conversation first."
The girl looked peeved.
"Come on Draco, let's just go," Harry put a hand on the blonde's shoulders.
"You back off four-eyes, let me deal with this poser-bitch," she ripped Harry's hand off Malfoy's shoulder and replaced it with her own, drawing back her other fist as if to punch Malfoy.
The Slytherin's eyes widened with realization.
Harry and Ron and Blaise all froze.
Bloody fucking hell, they've not even been here a week! Harry thought as the girl lent in to punch.
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