Runaways

Professor

Draco stared at Harry who was asleep on his stomach cuddling into a pillow. His face scrunched up in pain. Due to having thrown up what he ate. Draco nearly growled as he was told exactly why he had devoured without thinking, and that he shouldn't have as he had learned that going without food for a couple days off and on can cause a weak stomach. When he was done throwing up he drank water slowly before asking for some applesauce, then he promptly fell asleep.

He had smelled the safe and happy scent coming off his friend and he was glad he was able to give that to him. The tapping of his ring to the chair made him look at it. It was simple but extravagant in only a way that Harry could do. So far it was working. No one had found him. Now he hoped they never did, as he was with Harry. That could get complicated really quickly.

Sighing he rubbed his forehead before looking out and down at the busy streets of Diagon Alley, wondering what they could do in a situation like theirs. His eyes followed the crowd and landed on the tall marble building far down. Gringotts? They might be able to help-but he'd wait till Harry was feeling better with the food and water. Draco was even thinking a pepper up potion might help him for a little bit till they can truly settle down.

He got up and grabbed his cloak so he could hide if not just a little. He walked over to the sleeping boy, making sure the blankets were nice and around the sleeping boy. His hand then went to his hair. He couldn't help the smile that came to his face as he felt how soft it was. He wasn't sure how the boy did it. Shaking himself out of his thoughts he walked out and down into the tavern.

Leaky Cauldron was truly busy at this point of time and he was debating if he should wait till later. But he got caught on the thought that it would be harder to spot him in a larger crowd then a smaller one. The presence of his wand on the inside of his sleeve comforted him as he walked towards where the bricks were to the shopping alley. Once through he headed for the Healer Shop. Hoping to get a few potions that might help. But he knew he couldn't get anything that would harm him through the inheritance or interrupt it.

He kept to himself. Not in the mood to socialize. Like every other day of his life. He huffed an amused bit of air before he turned into the shop. Inside a woman sat reading a book behind the counter, while rows of potion and other items meandered on the shelves in the small vicinity. Walking up to the lady he went to speak up before a finger was held up.

"We don't hav' aftermath potions." She said as she turned a page after she had said her piece. A thick Scottish accent on her tongue.

"What?" He asked utterly confused at what she had meant in particular. And if she meant what he thought then of course his cheeks were turning bright red right about now. "No, I needed some potions for a friend."

"Ag'in, I don't sell aftermath potions. Ye gotta get your parents to get it from somewher'." She said as she glanced up at him annoyed.

Now he was getting annoyed himself. "My friend is in pain. He needs healing potions, ones safe enough for an inheritance. Possibly other but...." he looked behind him and debated on if he should tell her. But for now he couldn't. "We just need what can get us through for a couple days."

The middle aged woman stared at him before she shut her book and got up showing she was in her pajamas this whole time. "Wait here." She spoke as she walked into the back.

He raised a brow as he watched her go. His chest felt tighter with anxiety the more time the woman took, did she call Aurors? He wouldn't be able to escape them in time. And Harry was all alone, what would he be able to do in his state?

Draco was just about to run when the woman came back with a bag over her shoulder and dressed in brown robes with leather gloves. "Alrigh' deary, show me to you' fren." She said as she wiped off the invisible dust off her skirt.