They had headed further south, and Harry hadn't noticed at first.
Draco Malfoy was always pale, and this wasn't his world.
But, as they got closer to London, Malfoy stayed in the wagons more.
Or he'd actually deign to talk with Harry, who was busy cleaning up after horses and other creatures.
Malfoy used to like looking, like seeing people.
Harry, once he'd noticed, thought about asking.
For two entire minutes.
"Why aren't you staring at all the other folk? There's a lot around here... I've got to be way more boring than they are."
Draco Malfoy didn't answer at first - he stared at Harry as if he wasn't really seeing him.
Then, he looked down into the hay, and said, "There's too many people. I never dreamed of so many people in my life."
Draco Malfoy ran his hands through his hair, "How am I going to do this? I never thought I'd go to pieces just because there were a few more people."
Harry Potter looked at Draco, and remembered. He remembered his dreams of flashing teeth, of Ripper, of things that were best never mentioned. Draco Malfoy was telling him. His... enemy? Harry certainly wasn't his friend, was he?
Draco Malfoy looked ashen, shaken.
Harry Potter said, "They don't mean you no harm. Too many of them, really, but if you want..." Harry smiled, slightly. "Let's go up!"
The Travellers had a camp, but near enough to the camp, there was an apartment building.
It was before dawn, because that was when Harry always started working. "About a hundred people live here." Harry whispered to Draco.
Draco swallowed, his hands shaking.
"Come on!" Harry said, jumping up. He clung like a monkey to a black piece of metal, that suddenly swivelled down. It was something like a ladder, except it didn't start on the ground.
Draco Malfoy rarely backed away from dares. He wouldn't do it with Potter. So he jumped, and then he climbed. After the first level, it wasn't even vertical anymore. Nine levels up, and it was almost like they were at Hogwarts.
"It's beautiful up here," Draco Malfoy marvelled.
"Course it is," Harry grinned, "Just us and the stars."
And then Potter did the unbelievable, crawling over to the edge of the building. "Nope, not there."
He did the same to another edge. "Still nope. Must be the last..."
"What are you on about?" Draco Malfoy asked, trying to conceal his interest under exasperation.
"Look! It's the entrance..." Harry said, pointing down.
Draco Malfoy carefully got onto his belly (one could never tell with Muggle workmanship - which was to say, Draco trusted Harry more than himself in that regard).
They sat up there, forgotten by everyone, and simply watched people come and go. Little kids, students off to school, Mums, Das, just everyone, including the little old lady with a cat on a leash.
[a/n: Draco isn't trying to insult workmanship - he just doesn't know if this is quality or not. Unsurprisingly, the lack of knowledge makes him uncomfortable. Leave a review?]