"Work? Don't I do enough of that at the book shop?" If he needed to work, he didn't mind doing it in a place surrounded by knowledge, but it was still a job and not the type his father would expect. Oh, well, Draco gave up on what Lucius expected half-way through his sixth year. What did living up to his father's expectations ever do for him?
"Guess we're about to find out." Draco nodded toward the market. He dashed in front of her to grab the door. "After you."
Once inside, his nose wrinkled at all the smells. "My, this is...I mean so much at once." The odor, the noise...