After they walked around the small town, they decided to head back to Hogwarts together once they found that there was nothing more to do there. Harry was extremely frustrated by the fact that Malfoy kept his hands in his pockets the whole time they made their way up to the castle. After a few times of trying, he gave up and put his own hands in his pockets, "I think I am going to miss Hogwarts after this year is over."

"Hmm," Draco looked up from the ground, towards the castle, "I'll miss some parts of it. I'd like to forget some things…"

"Indeed, but they were all learning experiences. It's what makes us who we are." Harry then sheepishly looked at the ground. "Like now I know to never trust random spells in a book, when you have no idea what it is…" Harry had noticed when he said this, Draco winced and pulled his jacket tighter around himself. "S-sorry," he scratched the back of his head, "But, what else did you want to do today? Or were you planning on going back to your dorm?"

"It's fine…," Draco said tensely, not really wanting to think about it, "I don't really have any plans, so if you have something in mind, I'm free."

Harry gave a thoughtful look, "Hmm… want to go for a fly?" He asked pointing into the air.

"Ah… Actually, that sounds like a good idea. I'll get my broom from my room." Draco hadn't been on his broom in a while and it was something he needed to do.

"Alright, I'll meet you at the pitch," Harry smiled and nodded towards the pitch, "Mine's in my Quidditch locker." They waved to each other and separated, making their way to their brooms. By the time Draco had made it back, Harry was already in the air doing laps around the posts. Draco mounted his broom and kicked off, racing into the air to join the raven haired boy.

Harry then flew over to where he was, "Hey, welcome back," Harry smiled and flew around him, "OW! Holy Crap! You really did jinx your pockets!" Harry had just tried to slip some money into his pockets.

"I warned you, Potter!" Draco did a loop around him, "I'm allowed to pay for lunch."

"I didn't think you were gonna do it!" Harry flew after him.

"I know how you work, Potter!" Draco taunted him and then zoomed off away from him. He noticed that Harry was gaining speed fast, he then leaned into his broom to reduce wind resistance as he zoomed around the pitch. He zig-zagged in-between the posts and around the stands. Harry was right behind him. Draco looked over his shoulder and yelled, "Can't catch me, Potter!" he zoomed up into the air, trying to shake him.

Harry had a sense of Déjà vu and shook his head; almost laying on his broom now as he tried to gain more speed after the blond. He would have to remind Draco of his real name at some point.

Draco then decided to pull a back flip in the air just to show off, Harry only raised his eyebrow at him and followed up with a corkscrew still keeping up with the other boy. Draco was weaving around the goal posts when he noticed that Harry was so close that he could almost touch his cloak. "No!" he grit his teeth and made a sharp turn, which he unfortunately misjudged, and he ended up crashing into one of the posts, tumbling down towards the ground.

Harry gasped and flew under him just before he hit the ground and pulled the blond close to himself. He let himself slow down before he reached the ground, he then laid Draco down and looked him over, "Draco! A-Are you alright?" He didn't seem to have any bleeding or broken bones.

Draco's face was pale with shock, but otherwise he was completely unharmed, his broom was laying across the pitch. Thankfully it was still in once piece, it was just a little banged up. "I-I… I'm fine, thank you." He brought a shaky hand up to smooth out his hair.

"I don't see any scratches, did you bang yourself up at all?" Harry continued still checking him over.
"I don't think so.. I-I think I was just thrown off…," he tried to regulate his breathing and calm himself down.

"Okay," Harry let out a relieved sigh, "Don't scare me like that," Harry ran a hand through his hair and smiled at him. "We can just sit for a few minutes."

Draco straightened out his robes and gave Harry a shaky smile, "I-I think I need a moment to sit."

Harry nodded to him, "Understood," he then laid himself so that he was laying the opposite way with his head right next to Draco's, "It's really nice out."

Draco took some deep breaths, letting himself exhale slowly, calming his nerves, beginning to wonder if they were from his almost crash, or because Harry was now so close to him. "Y-Yeah it is," he tried his best to focus on the clouds.

Harry stretched his arms above his head, unknowing of what he was doing to the boy next to him. "Laying out here like this could make me sleep," he chuckled.

Draco smiled softly, "Yeah, you could… And this doesn't mean that you win, you still didn't catch me."
Harry pouted, "But I will!" He then poked Draco's cheek.

"Gn!" he swatted at his hand, "That doesn't count, you just touched me, you didn't catch me."
Harry poked him again, "Then we will have to have a re-match."

Draco grabbed his wrist to stop him from poking him. "I guess we will have to." He then dropped Harry's hand and smirked. Harry then reached over and poked Draco's side, "N-Nyeah!" Draco flinched, grabbing Harry's hand again and pushed it away, "Tickled.."

"Ticklish, eh?" Harry smirked over at the other boy.

"N-No! Of course not!" Draco forced Harry's arm back over to him. Unfortunately, he couldn't convince Harry and soon he found himself squirming in the grass as Harry tickled at his sides. "NO! P-Potter!" Harry chuckled enjoying himself, "P-Potter! Stop! Please!" he gasped and writhed around trying to escape. Harry finally stopped and smiled down at him, Draco panted lightly, he reached up to his ruffled hair to fix it and narrowed his eyes at Harry, "You're evil."

"I wouldn't say evil," Harry laughed placing his hands behind his head.

"I would say evil." He then pushed Harry over and sat up, brushing the grass off of himself.

Harry laughed and pushed himself back up into a sitting position, "It was fun."

"I'm sure you would enjoy that," Draco reached up to pick some of the grass out of his hair.

Harry gave a thoughtful look, "I wonder if I am ticklish… I don't know if I ever was tickled."

"…As in you've never been tickled in your life?" Draco asked surprised.

"If I was, I don't remember it," Harry shrugged and smiled.

"Well," Draco positioned himself, "we can fix that." Draco then jumped on him and tickled at his ribs.

Harry was honestly shocked when he felt the weight of the blond landing on him, "Oh-oh god! No! Ah! Hahaha," he wiggled around trying to throw the other boy off, "Naahahaha!"

"Hah! You are ticklish!" Draco backed off and grinned widely, crossing his arms over his chest. He looked down at him and noticed that he was pouting with his arms crossed. "What? Are you angry at me?"

Harry let out a small laugh, "I'm not very good at being angry."

"No you aren't. My aunt said you were really bad at used the Unforgivable Curses." Draco looked up at the clouds again.

Harry winced at that, "She killed Sirius."

"I-I'm sorry for that…" He looked away from Harry shamefully. "I never really liked her much."

"It's in the past, and it wasn't your fault," Harry pat Draco's head, "She…," he stopped mid-sentence and played with his hair, "you… It's so soft!"

Draco flushed a wonderful shade of red, unable to close his mouth. "Y-Yeah.. um…"
Harry ran his own hand through his hair, "Mine's really course."

Draco hesitantly ran his own hand through Harry's hair, "It's just… Naturally wind blown."

Harry leaned his head down slightly so Draco had better access to his hair, "You can say it, it's a bird's nest," Harry laughed, "I've heard it before."

"No, It's not. It's actually quite soft." Draco ruffled Harry's hair, his cheeks dusted with a light pink.
"Mmm, well, I guess it can't get any messier then this," Harry couldn't explain it but he had this sensation running down his spine as Draco ran his hand through his hair, "I like the feeling of people playing with my hair, I don't know why."

Draco gently massaged his scalp, "Really?" This was his best excuse to even touch Harry. He wanted so badly to just pull Harry close and play with his hair forever, but this would do for now. Harry, feeling quite like a cat, practically melted into the touch and leaned into it. "You're like….," Draco thought to himself, "a big cat." His heart was pounding in his chest, amazed that Harry was letting him do this.

Harry laughed and smiled, "If I were a cat, I would be purring so loud right now."

Draco smiled and pulled away, "I-I… I should stop. I should go…"

Harry frowned when the hand left his head, "Hmm? Are you one of those people that does their homework on Saturdays?"

"Y-Yeah…," Draco lied, he was actually one of those people that did their homework on Fridays, "I am.." He stood and brushed himself off, "Thank you… for spending the day with me… it was… fun."

Harry grinned and pulled his legs towards him crossing them, "Do you mean it? Cause I had a lot of fun too!"

Draco couldn't help but let the smile spread on his lips, "Yeah, I mean it. I really had fun. For the first time in a long time."

"Great!" Harry stood up as well, "I hope we have another day like this soon." He picked up his broom, "Guess I better put this away."

Draco nodded to him, "Alright, I'll see you around…Harry." He waved to the other boy and collected his own broom.

Harry smiled brightly when he heard his own name come out of the boys mouth, "Bye, Draco! I'll see you around!" They soon went their separate ways, both boys found themselves unable to stop smiling for the rest of the night. Draco had found himself to be a lot happier than he ever thought he could be, especially after what happened in the past few years. But, it looked like this year, things were finally going to start looking up for him.