Third pov
It was the day Draco finally got to go buy his school supply, and more importantly - his wand.
His father was, after all, an extremely busy man, as the adviser to the minister of magic, one of the people in the directorate of Hogwarts and one of the richest men in magical Britain, you can't expect him to be available to go on a shopping trip whenever you desired, so Draco didn't complain... much, only twice a day tops!
Which is also why right now he is excited to go to Diagon ally, he can buy a wand finally, and then he will go to Hogwarts, meet the boy who lived, make everyone submit to him, just like his father did and then... well he didn't plan too far but he was sure everything would be great.
A few hours later
His dad is buying him books and his mother is choosing potions supplies, while he sits at the clothes shop dying from boredom. 'when do I get to choose a wand for me? When does she finish making the clothes? You would think she does it the muggle way.' After she finished making his Hogwarts outfit, Draco paid and went to look for his parents, the only thing that bothered him right now is why does he feel like he missed an important meeting?