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~ Chapter 14 ~

Is there something that you've dreamed of doing for a long time? What haven't you done?

"Travelling," Harry said, through a mouthful of pancakes. "I've always wanted to see the world. One day, I'll do it."

Draco wrinkled his nose. "Manners, Potter. I don't need to see pancake mush floating around your tonsils."

Harry rolled his eyes but nodded, apologising when he'd finished eating.

"Where would you want to go?" Draco asked curiously. "If you could go anywhere in the world."

"I'd love to travel through Asia," Harry replied wistfully. "But really, I'd love to travel all over the world. Maybe not all at once, obviously, but there are so many places I'd love to see."

"Have you been anywhere already?"

"Not really. I haven't ever left the UK, though I've been around quite a lot of it while we were camping. Not that I had the chance to explore properly, being in hiding and all. What about you? What do you dream of doing that you haven't already done?"

"Travelling," Draco admitted, sharing a smile with Harry. "I visited France quite often in my youth, but I'd like to go further afield, and perhaps explore the places that would never have interested my parents."

Harry nodded. "Where would you go first?"

"I'd quite like to visit New Zealand," Draco said. "The wizarding community there is so interesting, and I'd love to go to their national parks."

"I never really think about other wizarding communities," Harry admitted. "Are they really so different?"

"Some are. I have some books if you want to read them, about the various communities around the world. Brazil is another place I'd like to go to for the wizarding community. They have such different ideas on how to look after their creatures, it would be fascinating to see it in action."

Harry smiled and then quietly finished his breakfast, clearing the table when they were both done eating.

It wasn't so hot out, and he didn't think he had the focus for a book, so he jogged up the stairs to grab a jigsaw.

Draco eyed him curiously when he set it out, and Harry waved him over, showing him the small pieces and the way they slotted together.

Draco was immediately fascinated.

…

Three hours later found them sitting at the table, elbows pressed together as they worked on putting the jigsaw together.

"This is strangely soothing," Draco admitted, sitting back in his seat to give his eyes a break. "But also quite frustrating. It's an odd paradox of an activity, Potter."

Harry snorted. "I like them, but sometimes, I have to step away for fear that I'll throw one through the window when I can't find a piece I need."

Draco nodded thoughtfully and looked back at the puzzle. "I can see that."

…

Harry flopped onto the sofa. They'd had lunch and cleaned up, but the weather still hadn't brightened up, and he was going a little stir crazy.

"I'm so bored," he complained, running a hand through his hair. "This is awful."

Draco joined him on the sofa, nudging Harry's legs to the floor so he had room to sit down. "You're really not good at being still, are you, Potter?"

"I'm really not. Like… really not."

"We could go flying?" Draco offered, a gleam in his eyes.

Harry blinked. "Do we have flying room?"

"Disillusionment charms, Potter. Honestly, do you completely forget that you're a wizard when you're not battling some mad creature or dark wizard?"

"Little bit," Harry said, nodding. "But disillusionment charms… I'm down, let's go flying."

"You'll have to have your elf collect our brooms, Harry," Draco said, shaking his head almost fondly. "Idiot."

Harry laughed sheepishly. "Right. I knew that."