"Prat," Draco huffed.
                              
"Git. Come on, let's just walk. Stay under the cloak. Word's bound to have gotten around that I'm here. It's too bad you're so bloody tall or we both could be under it."
                              
"Hark who's talking? You do know you've gained some inches on me roughing it in the wild?"
                              
"Huh. Alright, if anything happens, you can floo to my house. It's near the Leaky."
                              
"Thanks, I've been here before... wait... are you coming up with contingencies?"
                              
"I spent a year "roughing it" Malfoy. People have been trying to kill me since before I was born. Exit strategies are instinctual at this point."
                              
Draco was struck by how much thought Potter put into a minor thing like a shopping trip. He walked next to Harry, who kept reaching out to touch the cloak. 
                              
"I haven't run off."
                              
"Sorry," Harry said, gruffly.
                              
But Draco could see the sweat accumulating on his brow. His eyes darted back and forth, looking for unseen danger. His hand twitching and hovering over his wand. Hyper-vigilant, Draco's mind helpfully supplied. Excessively paranoid. 
                              
"Are you okay?" Draco whispered, concerned. 
                              
"Yeah. It's hard. They know I'm here. They could just want to thank me or they could want to kill me. One of the many reasons I don't like coming here. We're almost out." Potter jinxed them, metaphorically.
                              
"Harry?" a surprised voice said loudly, drawing the attention of a handful of onlookers.
                              
Potter swore under his breath and turned to face Granger and Weasley. Draco almost swore, too, before he remembered that he was invisible.
                              
"I thought that was the pack I got you. How are you?" she asked, concerned.
                              
"Okay," Harry muttered. He lifted his hood and looked at Ron, uneasily. The former best friends could barely look at the other in the eye. 
                              
"You already got your books?" Hermione asked, clearly trying to break the tension.
                              
"Yes, it's pretty busy in there."
                              
"Did you get Malfoy's books, too?" Weasley asked, glaring at him.
                              
Harry stared at him. "Why would I do that?"
                              
"He's broke... doesn't have enough money to buy his shit. I imagine that he'll need to leech off someone, since he's your new best friend."
                              
"He has all his books from last year, Ron. His mother works for a living. Why are you pushing this?"
                              
"He's finally getting what he deserves and you're saving him. It's called karma, Harry."
                              
"It's called being an asshole. Karma has nothing to do with it."
                              
"Boys, come on. We're friends, remember? You guys don't really mean it."
                              
"Friends... yeah we're "friends", aren't we Harry?" the Weasel said, in a mocking tone.
                              
Draco watched Harry's shoulders drop. "I'm always your friend, Ron."
                              
"And Malfoy's too, I reckon?"
                              
"Yes," Harry declared and Draco's heart swelled.
                              
"It's one or the other Harry. You can't be on two sides of the fence."
                              
"It's not that..." Harry started.
                              
"He's a Death Eater!" Weasley growled. "That shithead broke your nose, told Rita Skeeter all that shit about Hagrid, tried to kill me, you and Hermione, let Death Eaters in to kill us, helped them kill Dumbledore, got my brother mauled, and taunted and mocked me every damn year we were at school for being poor and worthless, While he was having a go at my mother! And I have barely scratched the surface!"