Unknown || Drarry

Chapter 4

Draco went back to Gringotts and changed out fifty galleons for muggle money, and got five slips of paper money that seemed far too easy to lose. He hoped it would be enough. He was nervous about taking out any more money until he was certain the job would work out and, hopefully, pay enough to live off of.

Draco headed towards the pub. It was far too early, but he didn't have to wait as Potter was already leaning against the wall outside. He had glamoured himself, with smooth brown hair and blue eyes and no glasses to be seen. It was subtle but changed enough that no one gave him a second look.

"You're early," Draco said.

Potter looked up in surprise, "Did my glamour wear off?" He turned to catch his reflection in the window, "How did you know it was me?"

"Everything else is still the same," Draco said.

Potter looked down at himself, he had swapped his uniform out for jeans and a plain black peacoat, a scarf in Gryffindor red and gold wrapped around his neck.

"I meant... your posture, your body-figure under-" Draco sighed, "I could just tell, alright?"

"Yeah?" Potter grinned, "Alright. Where to?"

"Uh... that is I- I could actually use some advice about that," Draco said, "I was told that the best way to save money would be to buy from muggle shops, but I'm afraid I don't know one from another."

Potter nodded, "What do you need to get? Besides everything."

Draco smiled faintly, "Towels, sheets, shampoo and other toiletries, those sorts of things."

"That sounds like a trip to Asda then," Potter held out his hand, "I'll side-along us to somewhere close."

Draco hesitated and then took Potter's hand. It was warm and calloused in Draco's own. He held on tight as Potter closed his eyes in concentration, and they disappeared in a twisting spinning snap of air. Reappearing between a brick wall and a dumpster.

"Where are we?" Draco asked.

"Behind the Asda, and a bunch of other shops, it's a strip mall," Potter said, "Before we walk around you should probably transfigure your robes. They'll stand out too much otherwise."

Draco looked down at himself, robe, waistcoat, dress shirt, black slacks, shiny black shoes, "It's all I have."

"If you turn it into a coat you won't get cold," Potter said.

Draco just couldn't bring himself to do it, "Can you do it? Something like what you're wearing."

Potter shrugged, "I'll do my best." He drew his wand and Draco closed his eyes.

"All done," Potter said.

Draco dared to look and found Potter had managed a quite nice peacoat in a soft grey, "Thank you."

They walked past the dumpsters to the rows of shops on the front. Potter weaved around the muggles effortlessly while Draco found himself staring around himself and nearly running into people and their wheeled baskets.

A few shops down was the one with the sign Asda, but it was the shop beside it that made Draco stop.

"What's Poundland?" Draco asked.

Potter sighed, "Things that cost a pound, usually, sometimes there are things that are two or three pounds but-"

"Then shouldn't we shop there?" Draco asked.

"I mean, for the smaller stuff," Potter said, "It's great for snacks and cheap food. But the other stuff- it isn't great quality."

"So? I can improve that myself," Draco said, waving a finger like a wand.