Death by the Dark Lord? Wrong, by laughter (Request Fic)

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AN: I don't even know if this is proofread or not and I dont really care. I just copy pasted it from my ao3 account so idk if all the stuff like italics or bold letters showed as well. If not oh well, I'm only posting this on my Wattpad account because I'm v bored in class rn 

Hagrid had left him at the front of Madam Malkin's, claiming he had something to do. In hindsight Harry didn't think it was the wisest decision. Leaving a 11 year old child who knew nothing of this world, or any world since he's never left his relatives house, to navigate said world, new people and get himself new clothes. He doesn't even understand their currency or what kinds of clothes wizards wear. What customs do they have, does he ask a store clerk like he's seen on the telly or do they have a whole different way of business.

Trying his best to ignore his nerves, Harry gulped and walked into the shop. A small chime alerted his entrance as moments later a small older looking woman covered in tape measures wearing deep purple robes came out from behind the store.

''Ohh, welcome dear! Another one for Hogwarts?'' She kindly asked.

''Yes mam''

''Great, just step onto that platform over beside the other young gentlemen there and i'll get you all measured up''

Harry nodded and did as he was told. As she started muttering and things were floating around him in which he assumed helped her to measure him, Harry let his eyes fall on the other boy.

He was the perfect image of what Harry would imagine as an elegant aristocrat. The boy's platinum blonde hair was styled back with precision, his pale pointed face calm and cool. His clothing looked like it cost a fortune too, all in all he looked good. Harry had never seen anyone dressed up as he was. Only ever seeing the rare times his aunt and uncle dressed up when they were going to a dinner party. In Harry's opinion he didn't think they pulled off the elegant fancy look they were going for but he'd never tell them that.

The boy must have felt him being looked at and turned his head over to look at Harry.

''Hello, Hogwarts too I assume from what the witch said'' the boy spoke.

''Yes, first year what about you?'' Harry shyly answered. This being the first time speaking with someone his age let alone anyone besides his relatives (And Hagrid).

''Same as you. The name is Draco Malfoy''

''I'm Harry! Nice to meet you'' Omg that was the first time introducing myself to someone!

''Likewise. Do you play quidditch at all?''

Not knowing what that was, Harry answered no.

''Shame, I do and I'm quite good at it if I do say so myself. Father says its a crime to not play for your house so I'll be taking the position as seeker when I can.''

''That's good I suppose. I hope you get on the team!'' Harry supported.

Draco glowed at the attention. ''My Father is at the shop getting me a broom after I bullied him into buying me one. My mom is getting my books and other supplies so where are your parents?''

A quick wave of sadness hit Harry before shaking it off and deciding to play with the boy. '' Underground''

The pale boy tilted his head in confusion before realization dawned in his semi-wide eyes.

Harry giggled at the horror on the boy's face at his words. He looked like someone who wasn't easy to read unlike his Uncle so he wanted to see how someone like that would react. He dearly loved his parents and means no disrespect but who said he couldn't pass up opportunities like this.