Harry Potter has never been so surprised in his life. One moment he’s a nobody who owns nothing living in a cupboard at his aunt and uncle’s house, the next he’s one of the richest people in England. He doesn’t understand how this happened at all, frankly. After all, Harry knows that orphans typically aren’t wand-waving wizards and don’t suddenly own one of the largest vaults of gold in England.
Still, he certainly has had enough proof of the situation, and he knows how to take advantage of a situation. He figures he might as well get what he wants, now that he can. If he is so wealthy, he should be able to purchase whatever he wants. It’s only fair, after all, the money is his. There’s one problem though- Hagrid. First he refused to let him have a solid gold gobstones set, and now he won’t let him have a solid gold cauldron.
“It says pewter on your list, Harry.”
“I don’t care, what can the difference possibly be?”
“Now Harry, you’ve only come into your money five minutes ago and already you’re attempting to purchase-“ As Hagrid lectures on, Harry completely zones out. If he wants to buy it, he will, and he won’t be put off by some stupid list. He’ll need to talk Hagrid into it, though, and the current approach is clearly not working. Harry is used to using sneaky little tricks to get what he wants, although he usually simply wants food, to be let out of his cupboard early, and the like. Still, Harry knows how to talk people into things.
“All right.”
“-and you really should- wait, what?”
“I said all right. I’ll buy the pewter one.”
“Good choice, Harry. After all-“
“On the condition that I can also buy the gold one, course.”
Hagrid sighed. Harry kept his face carefully blank, waiting for the surrender he knew was coming. “Oh, fine. I suppose you can waste your money how you see fit.”
“I sure can,” Harry says, paying quickly and marching out of the shop with his prize. In fact, he was so focused on his victory, he failed to notice the blond-haired boy staring at him with a gaping mouth and pink cheeks.
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It took a lot to impress Draco Malfoy. After all, his father was immensely rich. He’d seen it all. So when he stopped to watch the spectacle in Diagon Alley, he didn’t expect to be as impressed as he currently was by the pretty, messy-haired boy’s actions. Only having had money for five minutes, and already has impeccable taste. A solid gold cauldron! And he’d known exactly what he wanted- and made sure he got it! From the sounds of things, the boy hadn’t learned how to be a spoiled rich brat, like Draco, he simply instinctively knew! And he had simply beautiful green eyes and messy black hair. “Mother” Draco whispered.
“I think I’m in love”