"Mondello," Draco says. "It’s a beach. About a half hour drive away, I’d say. Do you have your swimming things?" He eyes the rucksack on Harry’s back. Draco’s carrying a blue shopper with a bookshop logo on it. Of course he wouldn’t be seen dead with a rucksack; he never had one in school, after all. He carried his books in his arms, and had forced his henchmen to do all the heavier lifting for him.