Harry wriggled a bit on his stool after Ron was done, wondering if Ron had shrunk the jeans as well as repairing the holes. "Er, thanks," he said, blushing a little from Hermione's comments about seeing his pants. "I think I might need to go shopping." He said it with all the eagerness one had for having red hot needles poked into their skin. "Can someone just kill me now?"
Harry shrugged at Ron's comment. "It makes things easier at training," he said finally. "And like it or not, Draco's going to be a part of our lives for a long time, so we might as well learn to get along. And you have to admit, he's really trying." He glanced over at where Draco was standing close with Justin and smiling. He followed Ron's gaze over to Mitchell and turned to Hermione.
"We want to find out what they're about over there. The bloke on the left is John Mitchell, from the pub. He's the one Ron had the visions about," he explained softly, glad that they were relatively alone at the moment. "I have no idea why he's here though."