Chapter Three: The Bags
The next day Harry woke up to rain beating on the window. He sighed and quickly got dressed. Glancing over at Malfoy's bed, Harry noticed that he had already left.
"I wonder where he is this early." Harry said to himself. He shrugged and went downstairs.
Harry stayed inside the Leaky Cauldron that day. He did not feel like wondering around in the rain, although he had done it before. Somehow the atmosphere of the pub felt comforting and he did not wish to leave.
Around five thirty that evening, the door to the Leaky Cauldron opened and in stepped Draco. He was carrying three shopping bags and was soaking wet. Harry watched as Malfoy climbed up the steps and disappeared. Curious to see what he was up to, Harry followed him up to the room.
"I see that you couldn't keep your nosy self away, Potter." Draco snapped at Harry as he entered their room.
"I was just going to make sure that you didn't kill someone and stash the bodies away in those bags." Harry replied as he sat down on his bed, watching Malfoy.
"Like I would ever do that. You have some odd dreams, Potter." Malfoy laughed as he put the bags onto his bed. He then started to take off his wet clothes and put on dry ones.
"Seriously, Malfoy, what's in the bags?" Harry asked.
"Nothing that concerns you." Malfoy replied as he sat down on his bed and looked into his bags. "Good! It's all in here..."
"What's all in there? Are you planning anything?" Harry asked suspiciously.
"It's none of you damn business! You just sit there and pay no attention to me!" Malfoy said angrily.
Harry got up off his bed and walked swiftly over to Draco. Pulling back his hand, Harry punched Malfoy hard in the face, sending him backwards. Harry quickly grabbed the bags and ran out of the door.