I am so so so happy, I have got 58 reviews. This story just started out as a two page drabble, but thanks to all my reviewers it has become my most successful story.

I love writing it, and hope you love reading it too! This is the longest chapter I've written, because I felt so happy about all these reviews!

I glanced over my shoulder, checking no one was following me. Then I realised no one would recognise me anyway, I was wearing a long black cloak with the hood pulled over my head. I was also wearing thick circular glasses and a fake nose that I'd bought in Zonko's. I stooped low an acted as an elderly man. I needed a disguise, you never know when a death eater may pop up, or even a professor.

I walked along the cobbled road and stopped outside a small shop. I squinted at the sign trying to act like an elderly man. The sign read Cassandra's trinkets and treasures' in gold cursive writing. It was a very odd looking shop, the windows had been covered with black sheets from the inside and the whole storefront was painted canary yellow. I paused, then taking a deep breath pushed open the bright green door and stepped over the threshold.

A small bell tinkled lightly as the door slowly closed behind me. I looked around, taking in my surroundings. The walls were painted a deep red and were covered in dark oak shelves. Shiny spirals hung from the ceiling and small objects glittered on the shelves. The room smelt strongly of tea leaves and peppermint, and a strange fog seemed to linger in the air. Hundreds of candles illuminated the room from their spots on every available surface and cast flickering shadows against everything. I was busy staring into a large purple crystal when I heard footsteps and turned to see a short plump woman appearing from behind a beaded curtain that I hadn't even noticed.

'Hello' she greeted me bowing dramatically. 'I am Madam Cassandra. Welcome to my world of trinkets and treasures.' She announced. Cassandra was dressed in a black robe, which was decorated with hundreds of multicoloured sequins. Wrinkles covered most of her face and her wispy hair was tied up in a loose bun. Red lipstick was painted thickly onto her lips and her mascara seemed to sparkle in the glow of the candles. About 30 metal bracelets covered both wrists and about 10 beaded necklaces decorated her throat and chest. Huge hoops hung from both ears and a large green ring shone on her finger. Cassandra was only wearing one sock, and no shoes. It seemed odd but I pretended not to notice.

'Good morning, I'm Draco Malfoy.' I replied shaking her hand, trying to make my voice sound aged and wise.

'How may I help you today?' She asked smiling broadly.

'I'm looking for an engagement ring.' I answered. 'For my son.' I added quickly saving myself from embarrassment. 'He's hopeless at picking jewellery.' I lied, ending with a small chuckle for good measure.'

Cassandra giggle and walked to a nearby shelf. 'We have many engagement rings.' She informed me. 'I'm sure you'll find the perfect one.' Using her want to reach the first box she then handed it too me. 'Try this one.' She smiled.

I opened the box and frowned. A ruby sat in the centre of a band of silver. It was pretty and delicate but it didn't feel...perfect. I handed it back to Cassandra and shook my head. She nodded and passed me the next box.

This one contained a large sapphire on a band of twisted silver strips. It still didn't feel perfect. So I handed it back to her once more. This continued until I'd seen every box there was.

I groaned as I realised that I may never find the perfect ring.

'Don't worry.' Cassandra smiled, 'I have a few more special ones.'

A large desk sat near the back of the room, with a glass jewellery box lying open on the top. Cassandra gestured to the box and stepped out of my way. I peered into the box, it contained 10 rings. Each was a totally different colour, shape and style to the other nine lying in the box. I immediately spotted the perfect ring, it was in the back row, second from the left. I pulled it out and took a closer look. A small white pearl sat in the centre of a silver band. Tiny spirals decorated the area around the orb giving it that finishing touch. It was simple but effective. I knew Hermione would love the ring and handed it to Cassandra.

'What colour box would you like?' she asked pulling open a draw which was full to the brim with different coloured ring boxes. I chose a midnight blue silk box, which was lined with black silk.

Cassandra placed it carefully in with her long hot pink fingernails.

'So what's so special about this ring?' I asked croakily. My voice was getting hoarse from shouting, as I'd been pretending I was hard of hearing all day.

'It belonged to Rowena Ravenclaw.' She smiled weakly. 'Poor dear, it was the engagement ring she received from her one true love when he proposed. But unfortunately it was not to be, and the engagement was cancelled by her fiancé. She wanted to get rid of the ring as soon as possible, and so she threw it into the ocean. Hoping to wash away her heartache along with the ring. But only a few weeks later she died, her heart was too badly broken to be fixed and it led to an early death.' Cassandra paused letting out a deep breath. 'Years later the ring washed up on the beach, and has from then on has had many owners and has travelled many miles, before getting here.' Cassandra finished.

'That's a tragic story.' I muttered shaking my head grimly.

I quickly paid for thw ring and left the shop. I only had half an hour left until the lessons at Hogwarts ended for the day. Which meant Hermione would probably come up and check on me. So i had to be back in school, out of the disguise and in bed, before Hermione got up to my dorm.

I hurried along the road and into the Hogs Head. I flooed back to the common room just in time to hear the bell chime, signalling the end of the day. I ran up the stairs, into the dormitory and threw my disguise into the wardrobe. I quickly shoved my pyjamas back on and kicked all of my clothes under the bed. Luckily I had forgotten to make my bed this morning and so I simply slipped under the covers. Just as I stopped fidgeting trying to get comfortable the door swung open and Hermione walked in.

'Feeling better?' She asked sitting down next to me.

'I am now.' I replied kissing her cheek. And it was true, I felt 100 times better.

If you like this story you may want to try out some of my other fanfiction's. 'The Boy Who Died And Took My Heart With Him, is really emotional and I would love it if you read it!

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