Draco frowned as they left the shop. "The first time I saw Voldemort, I was trying not to get sick on his robes. He touched me and made my skin crawl."
Draco walked out of the shop next to Harry. "I wonder what they will say. The twin will go tell his family that he saw us, and then what? You really should be prepared for owls." He did smile again, stepping into the sun. It was hard for him to not be serious. He had grown up with that. Even now, he knew his father would be angry, and even though he was older, it made him shudder.