He had been walking around what he now knew was a pretty dodgy part of London, having a little cry, when a bunch of ratbag kids started giving him grief, teasing him about his tear-stained cheeks. There were four of them, no older than fifteen and most likely harmless, but at the time Draco was sure they were going to beat him bloody and leave lying in a gutter. That was when Harry appeared to shoo them away,Emerging from an alleyway like some kind of belligerent prince charming, curls swept messily across his forehead, impossible green eyes flashing. He told the kids to bugger off and sat Draco down in the harsh fluorescent light of a kebab shop. He popped a tinfoil wrapped package down in front of Draco with a grunt.