Harry wasn't sure what to make of all the doubles and dinosaurs, but he was getting along a little better than when he'd first arrived. He gradually became more comfortable with using magic in his trailer for minor things like cooking or cleaning. He'd heard of horrible incidents a while back in which those with magic or other abilities were treated like they were less than dirt. After hearing about that, Harry had been hesitant to use his gift or speak much of it. He was also paranoid about appearing overly friendly to his Draco on the forums or when they were out and about. He had no idea how to break the news to his friends, not even Hermione, the most understanding of them all. He supposed it was best not to mention it here; they had enough to worry about, since they were so far in the past with no escape. And they had dinosaurs and very odd things to contend with.
Harry was dressed in his Gryffindor sweater and slacks, and it was easy for him to spot the flashes of spells that indicated Draco was near. He turned the corner to find Draco standing outside the door in his Slytherin attire. As much as Harry wanted to run up to the other boy and snog him like mad, he went for the cautious approach. "Malfoy," Harry said softly, inclining his head. It was much more polite than he would have been back at school. No one was near enough to hear, however, and if he got inside the trailer quickly enough, they would be fine. No raised eyebrows to deal with later.