The cobblestoned shopping area was filled with children, appearing to be eleven, being accompanied by either their guardians or by other companions. "Hogwarts you think?"
[Y|N] glanced at Draco before keeping his gaze on the seemingly growing crowd, "Hogwarts did sent out their letters today. Seems only logical." [Y|N] released a small sigh as he saw the pathway towards Madam Malkin's shop being slightly crowded.
"We better hurry. Narcisa wanted us there in half an hour. We already took a good fifteen minutes inside of Ollivander's."
Draco stared at the black haired male's retreating figure with a trace of sadness in his eyes. Usually, the slightly younger boy would hold Draco's hand while they walked to their destination. Had he really messed up so badly that he deserved to be deserted from the green-hazel eyed male's affection? The pale wizard glanced at his empty hand, eyes slightly darkening, before he walked towards Madam Malkin's. Once he arrived, he pulled open the door belonging to the robe shop entering the establishment with indifferent expression.
"Oh Draco! You finally arrived! I was worried for a moment." Narcissa affectionately pulled her lone silver-blonde son in for a hug. "Now go along with [Y|N] to get suited for your robes. Me and your father still need to retrieve some of the school supplies. I already explained the situation to [Y|N] as well." Draco's face dimmed at the mention of the younger boy's name. Would [Y|N] use his cold tone when talking to him? Would he ignore him? Draco's hand unconsciously clenched as he walked towards the other eleven year-old. An unpleasant rush of dread consumed the older boy as his eyes locked with those alluringly observant and captivating green-hazel orbs.
"Narcissa was worried about you. She nearly thought you've gone missing," [Y|N] looked back at where Draco's mother was before an amused smile formed. "She said that you wouldn't go anywhere willingly without being besides my side." [Y|N] tilted his head towards his silver-blond friend whom was already blushing from the other's teasing tone, in a sly manner.
[Y|N]'s eyes soften as he noticed Draco's longingly stare directed towards his mid-brown hand. "You really shouldn't talk bad about others Draco," [Y|N] sighed gently as he ruffled his black hair in a tired fashion. Soon the boy smiled gently towards the pale eleven year-old as he entwined their fingers, "You really shouldn't try to hide your blush either Draco. You look better like thi–"
Draco flusteredly punched [Y|N]'s shoulder as his blushed seemed to worsen at [Y|N]'s teasing. "S-Shut It Kit Walker!" [Y|N]'s smile smoothly morphed into a mischievous smirk, "Nah I like the view I'm getting. It's rather cute." Draco's pink hue was tainted with light red specks which increased even more when another voice commented on the situation. "Well boys I assume you two have had your fun while I was gone attending to others. Especially you Mr. Malfoy."
