Harry Potter had taken up the rucksack full of provisions and anything else they'd got except the horses. The saddlebags, even, as they were useful leather (though Harry hoped he didn't need to make a rope out of properly made things, that'd both be a waste and probably hopeless.)
Harry wasn't about to make a rope out of a saddlebag, but he was about to do something he'd never done before. From the nervous looks Draco Malfoy was shooting him, Draco Malfoy was already doing something he'd never done before.
At least this village looked a little like Hogsmeade. Not cars shooting everywhichway, and mailboxes, and traffic lights.
No, this was a sensible small hamlet, and Harry almost felt bad for what he was about to do.
Harry walked into the local general*, and did his best to find small foods they could eat. Mostly chocolate, as that wouldn't crinkle like crisps bags would. And then he waited, fingering his pockets.
Draco Malfoy came in next, speaking falsetto and entirely monopolizing the storekeep's attention. "I want coffee! Not just black coffee, I want a cappuchino!" And then "she" stomped her foot. She was making enough of a scene that the storekeep's protest of "But miss, we don't sell coffee here" was entirely overridden by -
Harry sprang into motion, grabbing about ten chocolate bars and putting them into his pockets, and then concentrating, really really hard, on being invisible, as he walked out of the store. It took him about half the length of the hamlet before he let himself believe it had worked and - taking care to laugh like Dudley, he ran off towards the horses. Oh, and their "backup plan", Harry gave the big black dog a nice scritch.
It took about a half an hour for Draco Malfoy to flounce out of the store, and even longer before "she" made her way towards where Harry was, circling around the back so no one would see where they'd went.
Over a few candy bars (keeping a handful in reserve), Draco reenacted what he'd done to "distract" the poor shopkeep, complete with hand gestures and "Why I never!"s.
"Your talents at acting weren't overrated," Harry said, chewing on chocolate.
"Just had to channel Pansy Parkinson," Draco said, and they both laughed.
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