Believe Me [EDITING HIATUS]

To the Amazons, I Guess...

H.G.

Hermione huffed as she walked into Wiseacre's Wizarding Equipment. Her purpose? To find a tent big enough for two. Malfoy would have to rent his own tent he wasn't sharing with her. "How can I help you, young lady?" 

An old woman of about sixty shuffled over, her enlarged eyes blinking through her glasses. "I'm looking for a spell proof, damage proof, water proof tent!" The woman chuckled. "Quite the mouthful, that one! I'll see what we have," she murmured, shifting her gaze and sorting through some tarpaulin. 

"Will this one be sufficient? One of Mr. Wiseacre's finest!" Hermione looked at the yellowing label. 

'~Large tent~: 

A fine home for those with friends, looking to travel far and wide. Water/fire proof, animal resistant and spell proof. Hardwearing and light for travel. Easy assembly and removal. Anti-apparition already installed. Contains resistance to 'alohomora' and 'confringo'. Door bell installed.~' 

Hermione thought it sounded wonderful, and bought the tent. "Thank you," she said over her shoulder as she left the shop, grinning in anticipation. 

Her next port of call was Flourish and Blotts, to pick up some new note books, quills, extra parchment and ink. 

Looking through a shelf, she found some moss green ink that was quite pretty, and a '100 Sheafs of Parchment' deal that was too good to pass up. 

Picking up two heavy dragon hide note books, she gasped at the price. Two galleons! How was she going to afford the rest of the supplies?! Grudgingly, Hermione put back some of the quills, and ditched the parchment for a cheaper stack. Still, one galleon and 12 sickles was a bit better, I supposed...

Sighing, she made her way out with a much lighter purse and a heavier bag. Her last stop was at The Leaky Cauldron. Slyly, she winked at Tom who slipped open a door for her and led her through. Once inside, she explained her situation. 

"I need all the useful kinds of food you can provide, and preferably some protective potions as well. If you have any Polyjuice potion on you, I'd be extremely grateful." Tom nodded, his leer prominent. 

Hermione gagged inwardly but kept a blank face on the outside. She heard a few clinking noises, a thump and then Tom emerged with a box containing everything she'd need. 

Inside were cheeses, crackers, tea bags, a self-replenishing gilly water bottle, a pumpkin juice bottle with the same attributes, an entire holder of pumpkin pasties and several hanks of dried meats. 

There were even some fresh meat and veggies, all preserved with a cooling charm and encased in plastic boxes. Tins upon tins of fruits and veg and beans were loaded in, and Hermione spied two large vials filled with polyjuice potion. She recognised its green colour. 

Grinning, she took the box and asked the price. "Twenty galleons, miss." She gaped at the price and winced as her purse was emptied save a sparse five sickles and ten knuts. She'd have to make a stop at Gringotts now! Huffing, she stomped out of the inn and made her way towards the grand, bustling form of Gringotts, her mind set on money. 

"OOF!" Hermione rubbed her head vigorously in irritation after her collision. "Watch where you're going," she snapped, dusting herself down and brushing past. 

"Fancy seeing you here, Granger." Hermione froze. That stupid, stupid voice. Malfoy regarded her coldly, an icy glare situated on his sullen face. 

"Out of my way, Malfoy," she spat, sounding the name as if it were an insult. His eyes thinned ever so slightly, before he brushed it off and stalked away, his shoulders taut and quite the opposite of broad.