Harry Potter knew that they were just a hill over from actual human beings. It had been three days, and even if Draco Malfoy had been trying (which Harry was certain he had), it still would feel good just to see someone. To have someone else to talk to. Because Draco Malfoy, even on best behavior, was a little bit of a prat. Just a bit, mind, but still.
"We need to keep the horses here," Harry said urgently.
"Can't we just sell them?" Draco Malfoy asked, "I'd think a horse would be worth a tidy sum. At least enough for a dinner or two."
Harry bit his lip to stop from laughing, "Worth quite a bit more than that, actually." Harry sighed, "Which is why we can't sell them. They'll never believe we own them. And do you know what they do to horse thieves around here?" Harry had unconsciously used a Muggle Television reference. An American television reference, even. And, suddenly, he was laughing, completely silently. The horse didn't find it nearly as fun as he did, as it awkwardly sidled around as Harry's weight shifted.
"Just do what I say," Harry said, getting off the horse and weighting its reins to the nearest "heavy enough to hold for a while" rock. Draco Malfoy dismounted with far more grace, and mimicked Harry with the "keep the horse here" behavior, despite knowing three better ways to do it.
"I've... I've never done this before," Harry said, almost apologetically, but more like he was letting out a big secret. And then he took off his robes, and Draco Malfoy got a good look at what was underneath.
"You've never undressed?" Draco asked, mostly to cover his own awkwardness. Harry was clad in clothes ten times his size, kitted up with little bits of castoff string. At least Draco assumed they were cast off - he'd never seen such dingy string in his life. Did it come in that color?*
Harry rolled his eyes, "Not that. Stay here, I'll be back in a minute." he said, and Draco didn't want to stay, but when he moved to accompany Potter, Harry shot him such a look that he stopped in his tracks. And Draco still wanted to know what he hadn't done before.
*Yes. if not bleached, it looks, well, like normal rope color. Draco doesn't know this.
[a/n: Can you guess? Leave a review! Finally at civilization, so we can let the amusing hijinks begin! Well, to be fair, a very limited form of civilization, where we really mean one farmhouse in the middle of nowhere.]