|Just Like Magic|

Chapter Two: A Nimbus 3000

      The sound of Madam Malkin's pins coupled with the overall silence in the shop was making Harry sleepy. When the bell rang, Harry jumped at the sound. Madam Malkin stabbed his shoulder with a sharp pin. "Ouch!" he yells. He looks up to see Draco standing in front of him. "Oh, hey Draco. So you've decided to stay?" Draco nods. "There's nothing better to do."

      Harry smiles, grateful that even though his only acquaintance was grumpy, he actually knew someone who could help him. "Sit, my fitting may take less than yours though." Draco takes a seat and stares at Harry pointedly. "What do you want to know?" he says. Harry thinks for a moment. "What's Quidditch? I heard some wizards talking about it on the way here. Is it food?" Draco almost laughs at the absurdity, "No, it's a sport Harry. A really popular one at that." It takes a while for Draco to explain everything he needed to know about Quiddich, but Harry eventually got it.

     "Alright, Mr.- what's your name again? You are done, just sign a few things so I may send your robes to you." Madam Malkin says. Harry takes the quill that had been poking him and writes his name on the papers before setting them face down on a nearby desk. "Thank you, Madam!" Harry says. Then he turns to Draco. "Shall we go then? I'm starving!" Harry grabs his supplies, piling them up in one hand to open the door. Draco follows, debating with himself if he should help or not.

     Draco walks alongside Harry, who points and gasps at shops and people. "Stop that! You are making us seem like tourists," he says. Harry laughs. "But I am a tourist Draco! Woah, what's that?" Harry points to a large crowd gathered in front of a window. "Come on, let's look!" he shifts his bags into his right hand and grabs Draco's hand. Draco looked down, startled. Harry takes off running, with Draco in tow.

    When they get to the window after pushing through the crowd, Harry pushes his face to the window. "Wow, just a broom? This is what everyone wants to see?" Draco catches his breath before answering. "That's not just a broom Harry. It's the Nimbus 3000!" he says excitedly. "The fasted broom in the world, my fathers getting me one for school." Harry looks back at the Nimbus in a new light. "That's amazing!"

    Draco pulls Harry away. "Time to go, we're fogging up the glass. Let's get food," he says to Harry. "Fine. But can we come back?" The two boys push through the crowd, only staying together because of their still held hands.