Disclaimer: I don't own HP or NARUTO. (is sick of typing that)
A/N: Again, I'm sorry for my horrible chapters. –hangs head- Oh, and I'm sorry if I missed or mixed up some lines from The Half Blood Prince.
-
-
Lupin hummed as he skimmed around Madam Malkin's shop, occasionally holding up sheets of black material, only to frown at the fabric, fold it up, and put it back with a dissatisfied grunt. Kakashi and Genma, unsure of what to do, stood there and watched their escort go every which a way. Genma had seated himself on a stool to watch Madam Malkin fix up the pale boy's robes.
The ringing of the store bell caught everyone's attention but the woman and her son. Madam Malkin glanced up anxiously as a group of three teenagers and a massive giant of a man entered.
"Mother, if you're wondering what that smell is," The pale boy said obnoxiously with a smirk. "it's because a Mudblood just walked in."
His mother gave a swaggering little nod, her nose as upturned as her offspring's as Madam Malkin's face flushed.
"Really, there's no need for that sort of language." She said hastily. Genma, from his place behind a rack of green fabric, wondered what was going on.
"Who blackened your eye, Granger? I want to send them flowers," The pale boy continued, ignoring Madam Malkin. The brown haired girl, Granger as she'd been introduced, hissed something to the two boys on either side of her as they both whipped out wands.
"Put those away," Madam Malkin said, her voice sounding a bit nervous to Genma as she eyed the anger on the two newcomer's faces.
Genma strode over to Kakashi and elbowed him.
"Ow! What was that-?"
"The brown haired boy," Genma hissed. "Recognize him?"
Kakashi turned to face the trio of teens and the man. After a second, he nodded and addressed Lupin.
"That's Harry." He said. "Right?"
Lupin nodded, not appearing to have noticed the argument going on, not even when the pale boy burst angrily, "Ouch! Watch what you're doing!"
Madam Malkin apologized, but it didn't stop the boy from hopping down off the stool and yanking the emerald green robes off over his head.
"Mother, I don't want these anymore." He said snottily, glaring at the brown haired girl. "Not now that I know what sort of filth they serve here."
The woman, rather than reprimanding him, nodded. "Quite right, Draco. We'd be better off elsewhere." (I can't remember the name of the shop she said they'd go to instead. Ack!)
Draco and his mother shouldered past Harry and his group, the same contemptuous smile playing on his thin lips. Harry watched him all the way out the door before he put his wand away. Madam Malkin, lips pursed, muttered something before picking the discarded robes up and drawing the lint off with her wand.
"There wasn't any need for that," The Granger girl murmured to her Harry and the red haired boy. The giant man behind them nodded his agreement.
"Hmph." Harry grunted, before noticing Lupin, still humming, some ways off.
"Professor!"
At Harry's exclamation, Lupin finally looked up. An amused smile dawned on his face as Harry left his friends and came over.
"Ah, Harry. Good to see you again."
As the two began talking, Genma lost interest since he couldn't understand what they were saying. The past ten minutes, he'd let the foreign words wash over him without a clue of what they meant. He only understood that Harry had been mad. But, obviously, he was happy to see Lupin. For some reason.