As Draco watched the scenes around him change rapidly as the train zoomed down the tracks, he notice how no one used brooms, or had house elves carry the groceries. He turned to as his host, the Chosen One, Harry Potter why this was to be. But, the Chosen One was fast asleep, his head dropped to its side as he slept. Potter winced, but the look of peacefulness that was sprawled across his face didn't change.

He seemed tired when he came to pick up Draco, but the thought hadn't crossed the others mind until he saw the boy asleep. Draco was curious as to why Ginny wasn't with him, perhaps she's at home cooking.

"Quit staring, Malfroy."

"Huh? I thought you were asleep, Potter?" Draco replayed, and Potter opens one eye.

"I was, until you woke me up."

"How did I wake you up?! All I did was look at you and then you said something!" Draco says, glaring at Harry.

"Oh boohoo. Don't question what you don't need to know." Harry says, sitting up.

"Okay, here's a question; where's Jenny, why did Head Mistress pick you to house me in the muggle world, and where are your glasses?"

"She didn't pick me, I offered. I broke my glasses a week ago and Ginny... Is at her mothers house." Harry says, looking at his shoes.

"Are you and Ginny having issues?" Draco asks, then he realised what he said, and he crosses his arms, "not that I care, I'm just wondering whose going to cook our meals. Do you have a house elf?"

"No, Malfroy, I don't. And actually, I always cooked. Ginny just managed to blow up the kitchen so I cooked our meals." Harry says, stretching out his arms.

"So... who does the house choirs?" Malfroy asks, leaning back into the seat.

"I do. And the maid too, but she manages to mess everything up so I normally just go behind her and do the work myself."

"Do you use any magic to help?" Draco asks, curious.

"On occasion, but not too often." Harry says.

"Hmm... You truly are a muggle." Draco says, staring out the window.

"And you're a wanker." Harry bit back, crossing his arms.

After another hour of riding the train, Potter and Malfroy climbed off the train and onto the loading dock. He looks around and says, "this is a bit more populated than the wizard world."

"Welcome to England. It's pretty populated, but I'd try to keep the fact that you're not from here to yourself, people will consider you to be crazy."

"Mr. Potter!" A tall male said in a tight suit with a briefcase in hand came running up to the two.

"Why were you not at work today?" The male asks.

"I had to pick up the brat I told you about. I'll be working from home to tend to him. He's going to the community college here."

"Oh. Okay. Hello, I'm Harrys boss, James." The tall man says to Draco, and the blond scoffs. "What does Harry do, file?"

"Actually he's our top scientist in the robotics industry. He is the best." James says, staring blankly at Draco.

Draco scoffs and crosses his arms.

"Forgive him. He's nothing more than a spoiled brat. He's my cousin visiting from France." Harry says, and Draco glares at Harry.

"As of I'd ever be- ow!" Draco was elbowed in the side as hard as Harry could muster.

"Call me if you need anything." Harry says, before dragging Draco away.

"Who are you calling a spoiled brat, Potter!?" Draco screams, as Harry shoves him into a taxi.

"You. Your cover story is that you're from France here staying with your cousin as you go to school. Learn in, live it, love it." Harry says, rubbing his temples.

Draco swallowed a growl, "fine."