Chapter 13
Harry woke up at the crack of dawn the next day. He couldn't help but feel giddy at the thought of spending some time with Draco, now that they were actually friends. He couldn't quite believe it. If you'd have asked him last year to be friends with Draco Malfoy he would have laughed or punched you, either one. This was the first time, in the time that they'd shared a room, that Harry had been awake before Draco. It was terribly intimate, watching the rise and fall of the bedsheets and listening to the soft even breaths.
Those same sheets began to rustle and Draco had turned over on his other side, thankfully still asleep. That would have been really awkward if he'd caught Harry watching him sleep. Not a great start to an already tentative friendship. Harry needed to shower anyway, so he padded quietly to their bathroom.
When he was finished Draco was awake and sitting up, reading what looked like a terribly boring potions book.
"Oh merlin you're not just going to stay in and study all day are you?"
Draco looked up and put his book down.
"Unlike you some of us need to study."
The look he gave Harry was not dissimilar to Hermione or even the headteacher. Scary.
"Aw c'mon, all you do is study! Let's have a bit of fun! You have a broom I have a broom...?" He wiggled his eyebrows comically.
"Ugh you aren't going to let this one go are you?" He sighed, but didn't look too annoyed.
"Not a fat chance."
"Alright alight." He surrendered, his hands up shaking his head with a small smile.
Twenty minutes later they were out on an empty patch of grass they'd found somewhere in the grounds. Harry didn't hesitate to kick himself off the ground into the ever colder air. The weather was really starting to turn now and he could see the steam of his breath in front of him. It wasn't long before Draco was by his side.
"I miss this." He muttered, mostly to himself.
"Wait, you didn't you spend your summer playing quidditch with the Weasley clan? Too much wild partying, celebrating the death of all evil?"
"Uh no? I live in a city house in a muggle area, not much room for flying."
Draco seemed shocked by this, but let it slide.
"Oh okay. At least we're in the same boat."
"Don't tell me you didn't play during the holidays? Around that massive house of yours? You have no excuses Draco."
"Well it's pretty boring playing by yourself."
He tried to say it casually, jokingly even, but it just sounded sad.
They'd flown quite a bit by now from where they'd started.
"I bet I can beat you back!" The blond challenged.
"You wish." Harry whipped and pushed his broom hard, shooting off to the direction of the grass.
They could decide who won when they landed in a heap on the floor. It didn't really matter though, for once.