Disclaimer: Not Mine. It's Jk Rowling's.
A/N: Okay. This is the F oneshot based off of my story ABCDMHG. If you haven't already, please check out the oneshots for A-E.
Fashionable
"No. This cut is wrong. It needs to be higher. Up here," Draco said, pulling at the cloth that Madame Malkin was sewing. Hermione stood up rigidly, hoping not to get stabbed by the needle.
"Draco. Do why do we have to get fitted cloths? Why can't we just buy some of the readymade ones?" Hermione complained through a clenched jaw, still not daring to move a muscle.
"Because, we are not paupers. Our cloths need to be properly fitted, otherwise they don't look right," Draco replied, before turning back to Madame Malkin.
"But. No one can tell the difference! Ow! You poked me," Hermione yelled, first at Draco, and then at the seamstress.
"Sorry, Mrs. Malfoy," She murmered quietly, in reply.
"They can tell the difference. And this is for the sake of being fashionable," Draco responded as he looked over some fabric.
"Well I don't care about being fashionable!" Hermione cried angrily.
"Well, I do!" Draco yelled back, with just as much vigor.
"And in my opinion, you care about it too much," Hermione announced.
"So what if I do?" Draco asked, indifferently.
"Draco…"
"Yes?"
"You have problems."
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