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Muggle Things	By : RavieSnake Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 54521 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Draco,
I received your credit card. Meet me at the Leaky on Wednesday at 10 am. Wear the clothes you had on at the party.
-H
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Draco spotted Hermione at a table in the far corner of the pub and quickly made his way over to her and sat down.
“Did you bring it?” he asked excitedly. Hermione frowned at him.
“Do you consciously avoid greeting me properly, or are you just that eager?”
Draco smirked. “Good morning, Hermione. Where’s my card?”
Hermione rolled her eyes and pulled an envelope from her bag. She slid it cross the table.
“You said you were going to owl it to me,” Draco said as he pulled the papers from the already opened envelope.
“I know,” Hermione said uneasily. “But…I…I think they messed something up. We might need to go back to the bank.”
“What?” Draco asked worriedly. He hurriedly opened the folded paper and eyed the shiny card attached to it. “What’s wrong with it?”
Hermione pointed to the card. “That card is black.”
Draco’s face twisted in puzzlement. “And? Is that bad? What color is it supposed to be?”
Hermione laughed nervously. “Draco…that card has a £1,000,000 spending limit and is extremely difficult to qualify for. The one you applied for had a £3,000 limit. It’s not the same card. Something is not right.”
“No…it’s right,” Draco said pulling the card from the paper and admiring it.
“What do you mean it’s right?” she demanded. Draco looked at her a bit guiltily.
“I might’ve had the limit increased.”
Hermione blinked at him. “What? How exactly did you manage that?”
Draco leaned on the table as he turned the card over in his hands. “Well, when you asked me about budget limits at our last meeting you had me curious about how much I was worth in Muggle money. So I went to Gringotts and met with one of their consultants.”
“And…”
“And,” Draco continued, “when I told the goblin I needed regular access to large sums of Muggle money he helped me set up a special account that I can access via Gringotts and the Muggle bank. Gringotts will even automatically pull money from my vaults to keep the Muggle account full with any amount of my choosing.”
“They can do that?” Hermione asked in disbelief.
“I didn’t know they could either,” Draco said shaking his head. “But according to him, they do it quite often. Anyway, they did all that and then when I told him I’d already applied for a credit card he said he’d call the card provider and…”
“Wait,” Hermione interrupted, “a goblin…a goblin called a Muggle credit card company?”
Draco shrugged. “Well that’s what he said. He said he’d call and give them the true value of my assets to have my limit increased.”
Hermione leaned back in her chair and stared at Draco in shock. “So…you have a black card, basically without a spending limit?”
Draco nodded and held the card out for her to take. “The goblin also made sure I got one of these,” he said reaching into his back pocket. He pulled out another card and handed it to Hermione as well.
“A Muggle ID,” she said with a laugh as she read both cards in her hands. “With my address?”
“The Manor didn’t come up with a usable Muggle address apparently,” Draco said, taking back the cards. “Anyway…so can we go shopping today, or do you have to go back to work?”
Hermione smiled and stood. “I took the day off,” she said, pulling her bag over her shoulder. “I thought we’d have to go back to the bank, but this works out better. We’ll have all day to get you your new wardrobe.”
Draco smiled widely but then furrowed his brow slightly as he looked back down at the papers that’d come with his card. “This says we have to activate it before it will work. How do we do that?”
“Oh that’s easy,” Hermione said, patting a hand to her bag. “Once we’re in the Muggle street we’ll be able to use my phone to call and activate it.”
“You’ve got a mobile phone?” Draco asked with wonderment.
“Today is going to be a big learning day for you,” Hermione teased as Draco stood.
“Good,” he said nearly bouncing in place, “So where are we going?”
Hermione started for the exit of the pub that led out to Charring Cross Road. “I thought we might start at St. Christopher’s Place and browse the boutiques there. It’s mostly high-end stuff I think you might appreciate. We’ll have to take a cab there, though. It’s too far to walk from here. Will that be okay?”
Draco nodded as he followed her. “I’ve ridden in a car before.”
“Good,” Hermione said as she opened the door and stepped out onto the busy street. “Then after St. Christpher’s we’ll be able to walk to Oxford Street.”
“I don’t know what those places are.”
“BIG day of learning,” Hermione smirked.
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“One down,” Hermione said as they exited the shoe shop they’d spent the first hour in.
“I never realized Muggles had so many different types of shoes,” Draco said as he looked over his receipt again while they walked. “Trainers, sandals, wing tips, boat shoes, desert boots, hiking boots, patent leather…”
“I liked the Sambas on you best,” Hermione interjected. Draco stuffed the receipt into his back pocket.
“Such a strange name for a shoe.”
Hermione laughed and grabbed his hand. “So what did you think of your first Muggle store?”
“It was alright,” he shrugged. “Do they all work like that? You just pick out what you want and then you pay and they ship it to you?”
“No. Usually people take their purchases with them right away…but we’re buying so much it’s just more practical to ship. And that place was surprisingly busy. Most of the time these boutiques give you better one-on-one assistance.”
“Yeah, the salesman didn’t seem too helpful until I went to pay,” Draco said with a small frown.
“I imagine that card of yours will have that affect on a number of salesmen,” Hermione said with a shake of her head. Draco hummed to himself, but didn’t say anything.
“I’m sure we’ll have more fun at the next one,” Hermione said optimistically. They walked silently for a bit until Draco swiveled his head at a bright window display.
“What is this one?” Draco asked as he paused before the shop window.
“They sell belts,” she answered, tugging at him to come along. He resisted and continued to admire the display.
“Just belts?”
“Yes,” she answered somewhat impatiently, with another tug.
“I want to go in,” he said tugging her back. Hermione frowned a little.
“You’ll need more than just belts.”
“Obviously,” Draco drawled, “But I really like belts.”
Hermione sighed but relented and nodded at him to go ahead in.
They stepped through the door and were greeted almost immediately by an impeccably dressed and bubbly saleswoman.
“Good morning, loves. Are we in need of some beautiful waist-wear today?”
Draco raised a brow and looked at Hermione. “This one seems nice.”
Hermione flushed a little, but the saleswoman simply chuckled.
“First time in London?” she asked with a friendly smile. Draco simply nodded. “And you need a fantastic new wardrobe to compliment your stay?” the woman asked excitedly. Draco smirked and nodded again. “Well what good will your new fab trousers be without an equally posh belt!?”
Hermione rolled her eyes as the woman then lured Draco over to a series of cases displaying dozens of shiny buckles.
“My name is Christina,” Hermione heard the woman say as she walked up to stand beside her and Draco. “And you just leave it to me…”
“Uh…Draco,” Draco said timidly as the woman smiled at him questioningly.
“You just leave it to me, Draco, and by the time you walk out that door you’ll be set for belt wear for the rest of your life. Or at least until the next season’s fashions hit,” she said with a saucy wink.
“Okay,” Draco said with a funny grin at Hermione. She shrugged her shoulders and Christina then rather boldly reached forward and started undoing the belt Draco had on. Draco stood frozen in place as she swiftly tugged the buckle open.
He snapped an anxious face up at Hermione. She gave him an apologetic grimace and was about to intervene just as the woman yanked the belt free from him.
“Rubbish,” Christina said with a disapproving sneer at the offending belt in her hands. She tossed it in a bin against the nearby wall and then, ignoring Draco and Hermione’s gobsmacked faces, pulled out a small key and began opening the cases. She pulled out a tray of buckles and proceeded to pick them up one at a time and hold them up to Draco’s waist, humming and squinting appraisingly at each one.
Draco and Hermione both stood silently as Christina held-up buckle after buckle, discarding some with a pout or shake of the head. After a few minutes she had a decent selection of a dozen or so buckles laid out over one of the cases.
“These,” she said at last, “these are all the buckles that would enhance your slim waistline and accent your light features. I recommend you choose from these.”
Draco perused the selection with a sly grin. He picked up a silver one that was shaped like a dragon and held it up to Hermione with a smirk. Hermione laughed with a nod and Christina smiled widely.
“Your turn, Missy,” she said grabbing at Hermione’s belt.
“Wha…no. We’re here for him…” Hermione tried to protest, but Christina was already removing the old, tattered belt from her jeans. Draco folded his arms over his chest and grinned from ear to ear as the saleswoman manhandled Hermione’s waistline. Christina held up the belt like it was infected with something before chucking it harshly into the bin. Instead of holding up multiple buckles like she had with Draco, she simply tilted her head and squinted her eyes up and down Hermione’s body.
“These,” Christina said with a wave of her hand at one of the cases. She opened it and pulled out the tray from inside. “Any of these would compliment your figure.”
Hermione curiously looked down at the tray. She picked up a gold one in the shape of an owl and fingered it lightly.
“These really are beautiful,” she admitted as she lifted the price tag. Her eyes went wide and she set it gingerly back into the tray. “And expensive.”
Draco laughed and turned to Christina. “How about the straps? Are these all the styles available?” he asked pointing to the displayed belts around them on the walls. Christina nodded.
“Yes and the beauty of our line is that all of our buckles and straps are interchangeable. So if you get two buckles and two straps you’ve really got four belts.”
Draco nodded with an impressed grin. “Wonderful,” he said pointing to his selection. “I’ll take all of them. One of every color strap as well.”
Christina blinked at him in disbelief for a moment and then snapped into attention. “All…all of them?”
Draco nodded and Christina immediately scurried behind a counter to begin entering his order. Hermione pushed at Draco’s shoulder. “What are you doing?” she hissed at him. He shrugged.
“Purchasing belts.”
“This will cost a fortune,” she said, holding up one of the price tags to him. Draco snatched it from her and set it back in the tray.
“The goblin and I did the conversions, Hermione. When it comes to Muggle money I’m nearly a bloody billionaire. I could buy this fucking store. Purchasing more than one belt isn’t going to set me over.”
“But you don’t need two hundred belts,” Hermione nearly cried. Draco gave her a sad look.
“When’s the last time you just went nuts and bought something for yourself?”
Hermione shook her head as she watched the saleswoman type-up Draco’s order. “Never.”
“Never? You’ve never just gone into a shop and said ‘fuck it all, I want that’ and gotten it no matter how much?” Draco asked in disbelief. “Never just purchased something because it felt good to?”
“Not all of us are billionaires,” she pouted defensively.
“You don’t have to be rich to treat yourself. Here,” he said, picking up the owl buckle she’d been admiring. “You’re going to purchase this.”
Hermione took the buckle from him but shook her head. “This buckle costs over £50. It’s too much.”
“You’re getting it and a strap to match,” he said sternly as Christina came up to them again with a sheet of paper.
“Did you want anything else?” she asked the pair eagerly.
Hermione anxiously rubbed the buckle between her fingers and looked helplessly up at the large selection of straps. Draco looked out the side of his eye at her and frowned.
“You know what?” he said with an irritated growl as he snatched the buckle from her hand, “I think I’ll just get it for you.” He handed the buckle over to the saleswoman. “Add this,” he said sharply to the nearly salivating woman, “as well as the silver version and a strap in every color to go with them.”
“What? No, Draco!?” Hermione started to protest. Draco turned to face her.
“It was obvious you weren’t going to get it for yourself, so you left me no choice. And for the remainder of our shopping, whatever you pick for me to purchase for myself you will also pick something for yourself that will match it.”
Hermione looked horrified. “No, I couldn’t possibly…”
“I won’t have you looking like an orphan while you show me things. I told you I expect top quality. Consider the new wardrobe your uniform.”
“Orphan?” Hermione whispered indignantly, looking down at her outfit.
“And you will get rid of that,” Draco said with a nod to her current attire, “It does you no justice.”
Christina nodded in agreement with Draco and Hermione scowled at both of them as she crossed her arms over her chest self-consciously. Draco simply smirked and pointed at several more stylish, feminine buckles on the case.
“Add those too.”
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“It really was kind of the manager to come out and thank us in person,” Draco said as he admired the new silver buckle at his waist while they walked. “And to give us these two for free.”
Hermione frowned at the gold buckle she had on. “Yes, well…Muggles tend to treat high spenders favorably.”
“So about the same as wizards then?” Draco smirked. Hermione nodded.
“I suppose so, yes.”
“You know,” he said airily, “that really wasn’t hard. Muggle shopping seems so much easier. No crazy measuring tapes hovering around or stuff flying off shelves or wands prodding at you. I find I don’t mind this near as much as I feared I would.”
“I’m glad,” Hermione said as she led him up to a storefront. She waved to the door. “But we’re far from done. You’ll need more than belts and shoes.”
Draco raised an eyebrow at her and Hermione motioned to the door again. “In ya go. Time to model,” she grinned. Draco hesitated.
“This…this place looks a lot larger than the others,” he said somewhat apprehensively, eyeing the enormous and clearly bustling store.
“Because it is,” Hermione answered with a chuckle. “The others were small boutiques. This is what Muggles refer to as a ‘department store.’ They sell a bit of everything. But this is one of the best in the world. And they sell a lot of high-end brands so I’m sure you’ll still be satisfied with the selection and quality.”
When Draco still looked nervous, Hermione grabbed his hand and entwined their fingers. “You’ll be fine,” she encouraged with a squeeze to his hand. He gave her a weak smile and let her tug him into the store.
Draco halted in his tracks the moment they were inside. “Merlin,” he said breathlessly as he gaped at the sight before him. Hermione watched his face as he turned it this way and that, attempting to see as much as possible of the vast store.
“This place looks larger than Hogwarts,” he said as he took a tentative step further in. Hermione smiled.
“I don’t know about that,” she laughed, “though it does have seven floors and moving staircases.”
Draco looked at her and in shock. “Muggles have moving stairs?”
Hermione bit her lip and yanked on his arm. “Come on.” She pulled him to a set of criss-crossing escalators. “The structures themselves remain stationary,” she explained as Draco watched several people step up and begin to move effortlessly up them, “but the steps move to bring people up.”
“Like up to the Headmaster’s office,” Draco said casually as he continued to watch enthralled.
“Precisely,” she said. “Do you want to go up?”
Draco snapped his attention to her. “Uh…I…I dunno. Are…are they safe?”
Hermione smiled and pulled him closer. “Perfectly safe. Just follow me.” She stepped onto the escalator and Draco hastily stepped up next to her as she began to ascend. He hugged both arms tightly around her middle and looked nervously over his shoulder at the steadily increasing distance between them and the floor below. Hermione chuckled.
“Didn’t think you were afraid of heights.”
“I’m not,” Draco said shakily.
“Then could you loosen your grip, I can’t breathe,” Hermione said lightly. Draco shook his head and squeezed her tighter. She smirked.
“Okay…we’re almost to the top. Get ready to step off. On three,” she said and Draco braced himself as the next floor approached. “One…two…three!”
Draco shut his eyes as he nearly leapt onto the floor beside Hermione. She laughed again as he held her in place and didn’t move. Several people jostled into them as they tried to exit the escalator around them and Hermione wiggled in his grasp. “Draco, we have to get out of the way.”
He opened his eyes and stood up, releasing his arms to his sides. He stepped aside and straightened his clothes awkwardly. “Sorry,” he said with a cough. Hermione ignored his embarrassment and took him by the hand again.
“Now, the hard part…clothes shopping,” she said with an eager grin. Draco gulped.
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“Not a chance in hell,” Draco said as he eyed himself in the mirror. He turned and looked over his shoulder at his back. “Definitely not.”
“Draco, show me how it looks,” Hermione ordered from just outside the changing room door.
“I look ridiculous!”
“Let me see,” she demanded again, knocking at the door. Draco growled as he wrenched it open.
“Muggles really wear this shite?” he asked as he stepped out and turned before her. Hermione covered her mouth with her hand to stifle a giggle.
“No. You’re right about this one. Take it off,” she said, bending over to pick up another set of shirts to have him try. She stood up straight just as Draco tugged the garment over his head. Hermione’s jaw fell open slightly at the sight of his bare torso. Her eyes raked over his toned chest and abs and then she swallowed uncomfortably as they grazed over the long scar across his left pec and then settled on the faded snake and skull on his left arm as he chucked the ugly shirt aside. He grabbed the next set from her arms without any notice of her staring.
“How many more do I need to try?” he called out as he disappeared into the room again. Hermione shook herself from her daze.
“Uh…that…you have two more sets of shirts to try,” she replied, picking up the discarded shirt. “And then we still have to get you jeans, outerwear and swimwear.”
“And you your clothes,” he called through the door.
“I’m still not comfortable with that idea,” she hollered back.
“Too bad,” Draco said, pulling open the door to show her the next shirt. “Now this one is different.”
“It’s nice. Brings out the silver in your eyes.”
“I’m not used to short sleeves,” he said, turning to look at himself in the mirror and rubbing at his left arm.
“Muggles won’t know what it is,” Hermione said cautiously. Draco looked at her in the reflection.
“Does it bother you?” he asked seriously.
Hermione held his gaze for a moment and then stepped up to him. She reached for his arm and he let her hold it up in her hands to inspect the Mark. “Sometimes,” she said quietly as she held her left arm up next to his. “But I suspect you had about as much choice in receiving your scar as I did mine.”
Draco pulled his arm away gently and shook his head. “I chose mine,” he whispered bitterly. He scowled at the floor. “Astoria wanted me to have it tattooed over,” he said quietly. He ran his fingers over the Mark. “But I wanted to leave it as a reminder of the cost of ignorance... and hate.”
“Ron wanted me to see a Cosmetic Healer to try and get rid of mine,” Hermione said softly, fingering her raised, pink scars. “But I wanted to leave it as a reminder of what I can overcome.” She looked up and gave Draco a sincere smile. He smiled back and then with a deep breath pointed to the shirt he had on.
“So this one’s a ‘yes’ then?”
Hermione nodded and Draco ducked back into the changing room.
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“Jeans are marvelous,” Draco said as he strutted about the changing area in one of the pairs Hermione had picked out. “And they’re surprisingly comfortable.” He paused before the mirrors and turned to admire his backside. “I’m definitely buying these.”
Hermione laughed as he wiggled his rear at himself in the mirror.
“And seriously…look Hermione,” he said turning and shaking his bum in her direction. “They make my arse look amazing.”
“Yes…”she agreed awkwardly. “Very nice.”
“Nice?” Draco said affronted. He looked back over his shoulder. “It’s more than nice, I think.”
“What do you want me to say?” Hermione laughed again. “Yes, Draco, your arse looks incredible in those jeans.”
“Yes,” Draco waggled his eyebrows at her. “Can’t wait to see you try on yours.”
“Dear Merlin,” she moaned with a hand to her forehead. Draco laughed as he sauntered back into the dressing room.
“No need to try on more,” he called out. “I’m taking them all.”
“Whatever you say, boss.”
Draco emerged from the room a minute later still wearing the jeans.
“Keeping those on?” Hermione asked amused as he finished threading his new belt through the loops of them. He nodded and handed Hermione his discarded trousers and a pile of jeans and then picked up another. They took the whole lot to the sales counter to add to the other items they had waiting to be purchased.
“Please have someone fetch three more of each of these in this size,” Draco said to the saleswoman behind the counter as he ripped the tag from the jeans he was wearing and handed it to her.
“Are you off for more?” the young woman grinned as he went to walk away.
“Oh, there’ll be loads more,” Draco said with a wicked smirk at Hermione. She gulped.
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