“Wait till my father hears about this. This is servants stuff!” Draco spat, his voice venomous.
Harry glared at him, walking beside the blonde boy. “If I didn’t know any better Draco, I’d say you were scared.”
“I’m not scared Potter!” He exclaimed. A wolf howled in the distance and Draco froze in place, reaching out and grabbing Harry’s hand.
Harry looked down at their conjoined hands in surprise before turning his focus onto the forest. The two boys stood side by side, holding hands, as they surveyed the woods looking for danger.
Fang stood at their side, growling softly. The noise distracted Draco and he looked down at their hands before pulling away, muttering angrily under his breath. “Let’s go.”
He stormed away and Harry smiled softly before shaking his head and jogging to catch up, keeping his focus back on the forest surrounding them.