"Business is slow today, thanks to the whole ordeal with the bank," Madam Malkin said as she looked them up and down taking mental measurements. "I could take them by if you've got them handy, assuming you don't want them to become collector's items that is," she said to Harry with a grin.
"No," Harry said with a scowl, "That wouldn't help anyone at all."
"Well, we'll get you sorted out," she said with a wave. "Marjorie?" she called. After a moment she looked towards the back of the shop, "Marjorie? Oh, where is that girl?" she muttered to herself as she marched towards the back. "If she's mooning over the boy at Quality Quidditch Supplies-"
"It isn't mooning if you've already got a date," a curly-haired girl a bit older than them said as she appeared from the doorway Madam Malkin was approaching. "Besides, you said I could find something to wear. He's taking me somewhere muggle," she smiled.
"Oh, look! Cutie's back," Marjorie said with a wink to Harry, making him blush and look elsewhere. "You want me to take him?" she asked her boss with a look that said it wouldn't be a chore at all.
"Only if you want to be single and unemployed," Malkin said with a look.
Her assistant returned the look with a shrug saying it might not be that bad of a trade, which Hermione thought was going a bit far.
"You take her," Malkin said, gesturing to Hermione before coming over to shepherd Harry away.
She followed behind them quickly, wondering if taking Lichfield's advice and buying a Beater's bat wouldn't be a bad idea after all.
"You sell muggle clothes here?" Harry asked as she took her place on a stool near his in front of a large mirror.
"Just a bit so people don't make fools of themselves in public - not that it helps any," Madam Malkin said as she pulled out a black Hogwarts robe that looked like it'd fit him. "Some people seem to take pride in not knowing anything about muggles; they go out in all sorts of things."
"Like a bathrobe and fuzzy slippers?" Hermione asked curiously, drawing an odd look from Harry.
"I've seen a rather large wizard go out in a muggle woman's nightdress without an ounce of shame," Malkin said with a shake of her head. "Nearly had to Obliviate the memory away just to get to sleep."
Harry peeked over at her as Malkin and her assistant helped them into outer robes.
"Do I even want to know why you asked that?"
"You should ask that old friend of yours over lunch today," she said meaningfully, though what Harry thought of it she couldn't say.
"Do you have any clothes for daily wear?" he asked Madam Malkin as Marjorie started pinning Hermione's robes to the right length.
"You want them like this or those full robes the Ministry types like where you don't wear nothing but your nickers?" she asked, mortifying Harry again.
Hermione tried to stifle her reaction but Harry couldn't help but notice.
"I meant normal clothes," he said with a reddish twinge to his face.
"That maroon looks good on him," Marjorie noted from her place by Hermione's knees. "It goes with his red face; might be a bit much for a full robe though," she admitted with a smile.
With a tap of her wand, Madam Malkin changed the robe he was wearing from black to maroon. It was indeed too much maroon, with or without his blush.
"Green might look nice on him," Hermione said, not really knowing if she meant to save him or not.
"Oh, I could see that," Madam Malkin said, changing his robe to a nice green. "Or maybe…"
With a wave the robe became a bright green that shimmered at the slightest movement, the light glinting off it made him look like he were strewn with tinsel. Harry put up a brave front but if he got any more embarrassed his face would look like the bright star on top of a Christmas tree.
"Isn't that a bit… flamboyant?" Hermione asked, finally coming to the rescue.
"Have you seen what Dumbledore wears? Now that's flamboyant," Malkin said, drawing Harry's face down in a scowl again. "Great wizards can get away with a bit of flamboyancy."
"Well Harry's not like that," she said, mirroring Harry's discontent at how this was now going.
"It is a bit much," Malkin agreed, changing it back to the darker flat green. "That could work well for normal wear."
"I look like a Slytherin," he groused, reminding her of something she wanted to talk to him about, though not in front of others.
"You don't have to be a Slytherin to like green," Marjorie said. "I was in Ravenclaw and it's my favorite color. I'm certainly not going to let them ruin it."
Harry grunted in reluctant acceptance of that, making her wish there was something she could do to lighten his mood.
"Arms out, you two," Madam Malkin said as they began to fiddle with their sleeves.