The Diagon Alley Challenge

Madame Malkin's Robe Shop: When you go into Madame Malkin's, you try something new on. Try writing a story about somebody trying something new.

"How about this one?" She called over to him, picking out a suit from the rack and going over to the changing rooms. They were lucky it wasn't a busy day and only another person was trying on formal attire.

"I don't think-"He protested in vain, already seeing his fiancé bring in another suit. This time; a horrid white one. He all but tossed the other grey suit at her, hating that one too.

"Yes," she retorted as she handed it to him, receiving the other one to return it to its rack, "Well I do. It's Ginny and Harry's wedding – try to fit in a bit."

With a childish pout, he changed into the white suit, grimacing at his reflection. "Well, I don't see why I can't just wear normal dress robes," he sulked. He showed his girlfriend the suit, and was relieved to see she didn't like it either. In fact, she quickly ran out to find yet another suit.

He groaned as she spoke to him loudly. "Because, Ronald, he asked us to wear muggle clothing. He asked everyone he invited to do so as well."

He changed out of the suit, and handed it to her through the curtain. He waited for her to return with the other one, the fifth already, and put it on. "Yeah, well, I don't get why we should all wear these things just for one or two muggles." He grinned as he saw his reflection – this suit was more similar to the robes than the other four. "Hey, 'Mione, look at these."

"Ron!" She'd begun, "show some respect to, err, Dudley and his fiancé. They're actually not bad people... It's called growing up." She stopped at seeing the robes, "they're not bad..." She trailed off thoughtfully, before agreeing. "We'll get this one then."

Ron sighed in relief as he changed back to his normal clothes and followed Hermione to the shoe section. This would be faster.

.~.

He moaned out loud, complaining. "Hermioneee, how long does it take to pick out a pair of shoes?!"

He quietened down with her glare, but still sat on the chair slumping, his chosen shoes next to his own suit. "Couldn't you get them while you go with Ginny next Saturday?" He tried.

She looked up from the display and, luckily for him, agreed. "You're right, she'd be much more help than you are."

He puffed up indignantly, "hey! I'm a big help!"

Condescendingly, she patted his arm. "It's all right, I'll just go pay for this and we'll go."

"Yes! Finally we can go back home." He smiled, "shopping with you- with anyone," he corrected quickly, "is a nightmare!"

Hermione smiled back at him, "well, I wanted to try that new restaurant close by, but if you want to go back, I guess we could. We're done here." She picked at the plastic of one of her bags.

"Now, now, Hermione," he back tracked hastily, "I never said I wasn't hungry. Of course, I'm starving!"

"I don't know, I'm feeling quite tired myself..." She laughed at his expression, pretending to give in. She kissed him lightly and handed the bags over to him. "Let's go!" She grabbed his hand and led him to the restaurant, chuckling when he complained about shopping with her. "Lazy bones," she teased him.

"But, alas," he acted mournful, "not all of us can be as chipper as you, 'Mione."

"I'm not chipper, just happy."

"With me? Who'd have thought?" He gasped.

"Everyone, apparently."

Not a big fan of Romonie, but I've given it a try. Challenging myself, you see.

Words: 585

Posted: 9th February 2013