(Written to (( .com/watch?v=jCuzDVmH7lw&list=FLeI9-JX5J5xU&index=6 )), 'To you, Dear' from .hack/GU, a song from Ar Tonellico, Atoli from .Hack G.U., and some of Jessicas' crap music)
Draco left the shop to find his father waiting outside, holding quills, ink, parchment, and all matter of other boring things for which Draco did not care very highly. "All done here, for the moment?" he didn't say it as if it were a question, and knew the answer. Why was it adults asked questions they already knew the answers to. It seemed more than a little bit pointless. As he and his father walked past the music store, he stalled, and gazed through the window. Though this was a world he had grown up in, and very little of it really interested him anymore, that store was always his favorite part of the street. It was probably because there were things there that he doubted most people in the street had ever heard of or seen. Other than self-tuning instruments of almost every variety, Piano to harp, violin to glass armonica, and just about everything between. There were instruments which taught the user how to play them, and instruments which played themselves, gloves which made it so your hands didn't grow tired so you could play for a very long time, and not stop. Many of these things you had to special order but he didn't doubt they were worth both the money and the wait. There were also shelves full of musical scores, many of them with magical capabilities, some of them claiming to do impossible things at the hands of a skilled player, such as bring people back from death, or turn enemies into stone (the second of which Draco was too worried to try in fear of the repercussions). Across the floor there was a huge floor keyboard. If it had been powered by electricity it would have seemed a very muggle thing, but it was a real piano, built into a platform on the floor. The owner was very nice. He wasn't sure of her lineage, but he didn't really mind for her. She was an exception to the rule, as long as his parents never knew. His father pulled him along.
"Come, Draco." He didn't have even an ounce of anger in his voice, but this was a face he kept, and knowing how his father became when he didn't do what he wanted, he complied.
"Yes, father." He said. They walked along the road in silence, and collected their pre-bundled books from the store.
"Your robes won't be ready for a while. Why don't we get some ice-cream?" His father smiled at him as he said this. It was rather a rare thing to see a smile which wasn't meant to say "I'm going to destroy you" plastered across that face. Once again it wasn't a question.
"Alright." he said, shrugging his shoulders. He didn't mind getting ice-cream anyway. Lucius got his usual two scoop, one coconut, one key lime, so as to display his pride as a Slytherin. Draco got grape jelly, and frozen custard in a waffle cone, with liquorish sprinkles. He didn't have a house to be patriotic of. They sat in silence, for a fair while, and ate their ice-cream.
"I know we don't get to talk often, but you've grown up to be quite the man. I'm very proud of you for everything." though the melting rate of the ice-cream was half as fast as if it were muggle ice-cream, it was a particularly hot day, and as he spoke to Draco, Draco watched a drop get dangerously close to his fathers gloves "Dad! Your ice-cream!" he cried, pointing. From that point on until they finished they both ate.
"We should be heading back to collect your robes." his father said. Draco nodded, and they walked that way.
Harry Potter was just finishing having his measurements taken by the time they arrived. Draco met eyes with him for a moment, and Harry smiled politely to break the awkward tension. Draco begrudgingly returned this smile. "Ah, Mister and Mister Malfoy." said Madame Malkins as she noticed them there "I shan't be a moment. Mister Potter, I think that should be sufficient." Harry left and Draco walked over to Madame Malkin with his father to collect and pay for his uniform, watching as Hagrid and Harry rounded a corner. He looked so very happy. As if it were a special day. For Draco it was just school shopping day. Not that exciting.
"Alright Draco," said his father, again pulling him along with nothing but his words.
Most of the remainder of the day was uneventful. If it was his mother they would have gone to the music store as soon as they were done with the essential shopping, but he and his father just went to the hotel across the street from the train station. It was purely for convenience that they stayed here. Anyone else would be more than happy there, but Draco found the bed and pillows foreign to him not to his taste.
"Disgusting muggles." said his father, for the millionth time. This was, after all, a muggle establishment, and had it not been for the necessity to be here they wouldn't be. Still, he had to make the best of this undesirable development, and so nestled into the blankets, and hugged Blanche, a toy sheep made by his grandmother, and everything felt alright. Tomorrow, his life would begin!
Okay, this did take me a while, and I'm sorry, but hey, it's done now, ain't it? :P