A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Auction Day 27 "I would wink and give you a thumbs up if I wasn't too old for that childish bullshit."

Word Count: 375

Harry paused standing outside the shop. He knew his soulmate was in there. He wasn't sure who it was, but he had seen the writing on his arm.

Madame Malkin's Robes, eleven, it had read. Harry was now outside, standing there debating taking that step. He could see people moving inside, but wasn't sure who was in there. He knew it wouldn't be Madame Malkin, she wouldn't need to write down a time. It was almost the first of September and Harry had only just found out about soulmates. He'd only just found out that was what the words on his arm meant. They were notes his own soulmate was writing him. Harry looked back at Hagrid.

"I would wink and give you a thumbs up if I wasn't too old for that childish bullshit," Hagrid stated, giving Harry a thumbs up anyway. He'd been the one to explain the whole soulmate concept to Harry.

"You're not old," Harry argued.

"Old enough, now go, Harry, go find your soulmate," Hagrid stated, giving Harry a push. It ended up being a little stronger than he'd planned and Harry stumbled into the shop, tripping on his feet, until he fell on the floor in front of a boy being fitted for robes. The boy looked down at him.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"I'm Harry. Harry Potter, I'm looking for my soulmate, who said he was going to be here at eleven, is that you?" Harry asked, looking up into the boy's blue grey eyes, at his shining blond hair, and pointed chin.

The boy studied him for a moment before giving Harry a tight smile.

"I'm Draco Malfoy, glad to finally meet you," he stated, his sleeve falling back to reveal the list of items Harry had jotted on his own arm, trying to remember everything.

"Me too," Harry said, taking Draco's offered hand and climbing to his feet. "Maybe you could explain something, Draco. Last week, you wrote some words I didn't understand, mudblood? Muggle?"

"Nothing important, Harry, nothing important," Draco replied, having realized from the list Harry had written that he knew nothing of wizarding world. Draco would just have to show him everything, and help him make the right choices along the way.