Thank you to the reviewers! It means a lot :) Again, I don't own the characters, what a shame :(

When the sun rose, Draco and Harry were fast asleep on the floor of the restaurant. Draco was snuggled up to Harry who was lying on his back, covered by Draco's blazer.

THUD.

Both of them shot awake, looking like rabbits caught in headlights.
A large man wearing a hard hat towered over them.
"Looks like we got ourselves some Nancy boys here Bill!" The man took a bite of his rather unappetising Cornish pasty.
Draco stood up and thrust his wand sharply into his neck. "I could easily crucio you, mate."
The man laughed, "Crucio? What sort of slang is that then?"
The room grew cold; breath was visible from Draco's mouth.
The man turned silent; the smile immediately disappeared from his face.
A thinner man, also wearing a hard hat, strolled in with what looked like plans for the building, a tape measure, and a spirit level. He was younger, but more intelligent than his so called 'friend'.
The room seemed to regain its original temperature.
"I'm ever so sorry men; he can be a bit of an idiot sometimes. However you were trespassing the building which is still a criminal offence..."
Draco removed his wand from the man's neck and moved towards Bill, but he didn't have a chance to speak.
Bill looked down, then back up, and continued: "And maybe some clothes would be appropriate as well?"
Draco's face turned a dark shade of pink. Harry wondered if Draco would ever live through a non-embarrassing day. He decided that it would be very unlikely.

"Thanks for the help, Harry." Draco couldn't be more sarcastic.
Harry was still laughing hysterically.
"Hey, at least we didn't have to pay a fine!"
Draco took a breath, eager to argue, but decided not to. He just sighed and kept walking.
"Anyway, what's the plan for today?"
"Well I don't want to stay here anymore, that's for sure."
"Oh c'mon Dray! There's loads to do in London!"
"I know, but it doesn't mean I want to do anything here..."
"We could visit Ron...?"
"...Who is only just civil to me."
Harry stopped walking; Draco stopped a few steps further and turned around.
"Do you think you could maybe do something I want to do for once?"
"What about breaking into that restaurant? We barely got out of that, and that was your idea."
"It's not as if you were complaining last night..."
"POTTER. That is irrelevant; today we're going to do something of my choice."
"After what happened this morning? Methinks not."
Draco realised that maybe Harry had the right idea.
Harry picked up a leaflet amongst the dozens scattered on the pavement. He studied it before concluding the conversation.
"Camden Market."
"What?"
"It's a famous market, here, in London."
Draco hesitated, but he knew he should probably make up for the morning's shenanigans.

"Why didn't we come here before?" Draco exclaimed. Harry just laughed, considering the fact that Draco wasn't in the best mood with him not 15 minutes ago.
The market was filled to the brim with all different types of clothing, crafts equipment, second hand furniture, and of course, food.
Draco immediately bought everything that caught his eye, and one stall owner looked rather surprised when he attempted to hand over a £50 note. (Draco obviously didn't understand the value of muggle money.) Whereas Harry bought a loose fitting grey hoodie, as the winter months were slowly approaching.
Their shopping experience was nearly over, when Draco dropped all his 5 carrier bags on the spot, and pressed himself up against the window of a record shop. Harry sighed, threw his new hoodie over his shoulder, (he didn't think there was a reason to have a bag for one item) and proceeded to lift Draco's hefty items from the middle of the road.
"What. Is. That?"
"They're records; some people call them vinyls. They play music, but these days people have CD's or MP3 players so..."
"Wait! The Yule Ball, back in the fourth year, they were playing records then!"
"Ye-es?"
"So, you can have other music on them as well? Not just dancing music?"
Harry just nodded, he couldn't understand how wizards survived knowing very little about the muggle world. The 'Muggle studies' subject at Hogwarts wasn't much of a help either.
As they entered the cramped shop, Harry gazed upon the old yellow wallpaper. It has a light maroon flower pattern on it, not particularly pretty. Draco, however, didn't give Hippogriff dung about the decor; he was too busy browsing through the nearest music selections.
At this point, Harry was worn out; his feet were starting to ache, but Draco was excited; he'd never heard of 'The Beatles' and was eager to discover their many songs.

By this time they had checked into a hotel for fear of being caught in another abandoned shop.
Harry thought it was a good idea to purchase a record player, to put Draco's 18 new vinyls to use.
He instantly regretted it.
"Na, na na, na na na na, na na na na, hey Jude!"
"Dray! Please! I'm tired."
"Oh come on, you haven't heard the best one yet!" Draco switched the record.
"Can't buy me looooove, loooooove!"
"True."
Draco smiled.
"You know what, let's do something romantic."
"I don't see why not, there's a place down the road-"
"No, I'm going to arrange it, it'll be a surprise..."

It was about 10:45pm now, and Draco was leading Harry towards Big Ben. His hands were covering Harry's eyes.
"Dray! I wanna see where we are!"
"Just a bit further, hold on... here."
Draco removed his hands from Harry's eyes; he looked up and saw the large clock towering over him.
"Right."
"What is it Harry?"
"I've seen this countless times before."
"I didn't bring you here for this, look."
Harry turned his head to the left, there was Draco's Nimbus 2001 hovering next to them.
"We could get in trouble if any muggles see this!"
"Harry, chill. I put a Disillusionment Charm on it, it's invisible."
Harry looked up at Draco, and smiled.
Draco grabbed his broom, "Fancy a ride, Potter?"
"I wouldn't have it any other way, Malfoy."
Harry joined Draco on his broom and it gracefully lifted higher into the air.
They flew down the River Thames slow at first, but then gradually picking up speed, but not to the point as if they were trying to catch an invisible snitch.
Harry looked around him; he saw a blur of colourful lights rush past. The sound of the wind was almost silent, only a light breeze was present.
Draco flew down lower, just skimming the surface of the river. Harry could see his reflection, Draco's too. He was smiling at him, Harry smiled back.
Perfection.

Just thought I'd say I've never actually been to Camden Market so that bit could be a bit inaccurate, anyway, thoughts? ^_^