Draco Malfoy had been a pampered little bastard since childhood. A Malfoy's taste was beyond question; he even looked down on the clothes from Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. Most of his clothes were made by the Superb Robe Shop, whose garments had one trait besides looking good—being expensive.
For a "young master" who had lived in the wizarding world all year round and received sweets sent by owl from his mother every day, the things sold in Hogsmeade's shops were beneath his notice, Honeydukes included.
The reason he had gone to Hogsmeade, aside from having been cooped up at school too long and wanting to enjoy the air of freedom, was mainly to see the Shrieking Shack.
It was the most haunted house in all of Britain. Yet he had been pranked there and fled in utter panic. When he got back to school, he complained to his godfather that he had encountered a ghost.
He still remembered the summer when he ran back to school, wanting to play "master of the castle," only to be chased all over it by Bloody Baron. Lucius had nearly lost his mind from anger. That platinum-haired aristocrat, always so pretentious, had raised his cane and given his son a savage beating. This time, Draco had nearly angered his godfather into doing the same.
Hogwarts was full of pearly-white ghosts. What was there to be afraid of?
He only learned later that Harry Potter had an Invisibility Cloak, but he had thought it was made from Demiguise hair. If he had known the cloak was one of the Deathly Hallows, Draco would never have so casually draped it over Harry in their sixth year and sent him back to London.
Hogsmeade looked like a Christmas card, especially after it snowed. The thatched