The bell above the door to Twillfit & Tattings tinkled as the five of you stepped inside. Draco Malfoy strode in first, his platinum hair gleaming in the light, his eyes scanning the racks with mild disdain.
“This place is too bright,” he muttered, casting a glance at the displays. “Do they even sell anything that doesn’t scream ‘look at me’?”
Mattheo smirked. “You’re one to talk, Malfoy. You practically glow.”
Ignoring him, Draco grabbed a deep green robe from the rack. “This,” he said, holding it up in front of himself, “this is more like it.” He turned the robe slightly, admiring the silver embroidery. “It’s subtle but still screams power.”
The shop assistant, nervous but trying to remain professional, stepped forward. “Would you like to try it on, Mr. Malfoy?”
Draco turned to you, his lips curling into a teasing smile. “What do you think, darling?” he asked, his tone playful. “Does it scream ‘I’m untouchable,’ or more like ‘I’m here to rule the world’?”
Blaise grinned from the side. “You two might as well be dating at this point.”
Draco shot Blaise a glance, unfazed, before heading into the changing room with the robe.
When he emerged, the robe fit him perfectly, hugging his lean figure and emphasizing his sharp features. He turned to the mirror, inspecting himself. “Well?” he asked, glancing back at you with that confident smirk.
Before you could answer, Pansy rolled her eyes. “It’s perfect, Draco. Can we move on?”
The shop assistant, eager to avoid further chaos, moved to prepare the robe for purchase. Draco turned back to you, his gaze softening slightly. “Tell you what,” he said smoothly, “you want anything? I’ll pay for it all. No reason for you to pay when I can.”
The group exchanged looks, stunned. Draco’s generosity was rare, but genuine. The girls nearby, whispering and watching, seemed equally stunned.
Draco simply smirked, his eyes flicking to the group. “I spoil those who deserve it, you prats.”