Hermione had spent almost an hour shopping for new quills and stationary leaving Draco positively bored by the end of it, thankfully one look at Hermione’s apologetic smile was enough to satisfy him by the time they walked out the shop. Hermione had bought a new range of goose quills with varying tip sizes, a new midnight black ink to try and a magical ink blot removing sponge. As a gift and semi apology for how long she had taken she had bought a rather fancy peacock feather quill for Draco, he roared with laughter when he saw it. How he had become synonymous with peacocks he would never recover from and continued to tickle her with it all the way back. 