Xx
A large package was on Draco's bed when he went up to the dorms after supper. It was full of clothes from the Manor and his new quidditch leggings. He rifled through it and sent the garments to various parts of his wardrobe depending on whether he thought Harry would like it or not. He smiled at the selection. He was looking forward to the weekend when he could try them out. He considered asking his friends and the Gryffindors to Hogsmeade just to make sure Harry saw him. It was a shame the eighth years had to wear uniforms.
"New clothes?" Blaise asked, entering the room.
"This feels ridiculous." but also exciting, he added mentally.
"Pansy will be pleased though," Blaise reminded him, with a smirk.
"I don't know what she expects me to do when we're in uniform most of the time."
"Use weekends to your advantage, probably." Draco hummed. "And the quidditch club." Draco grinned widely.
"Can't wait for that."
"Five galleons says you can't make Potter fall off his broom." Draco smirked.
"Make it ten."

xx

Harry was flying over the black lake on Buckbeak. He opened his arms to the wind and was flung off Buckbeak's back. From out of nowhere his broom appeared and he was suddenly flying through the ministry of magic, shards of glass falling in him like raindrops. He landed his broom, which disappeared into thin air. Someone called his name.

Harry awoke with a start. He sat up and looked around the dorm. Everyone was asleep.

Harry! The voice came from inside his head.

Draco?

Yeah. Even his mental voice was shaky.

What's wrong?

I had a nightmare. Can you just. A pause. Talk to me?

Yeah, of course. He paused. What about?

Just… Just let me know that you're okay

I'm okay. I was dreaming about flying on Buckbeak.

Stupid creature. Draco muttered, sounding more like himself. Harry knew he didn't mean it. Bet you had something to do with its escape. Harry laughed mentally, only briefly thinking about the weirdness of it.

I did, actually.

How?! Harry could hear his incredulity through the link.

Dumbledore told Hermione to use her time turner to save him and Sirius. Hopefully the story would distract Draco from his nightmare enough to fall back asleep.

Merlin, Harry. Wait. Sirius Black?

He was my godfather. Peter Pettigrew was actually the one who betrayed my parents and killed all those people. Harry sighed aloud. He was still so angry about that and tears pricked his eyes.

Merlin.

Yeah.

What happened to Black?

Bellatrix killed him. Remember? Harry felt them both wince at the words.

Oh. Yeah. Sorry.

It's okay. What felt like a mental hug spread through Harry. It was a strange but comforting warmth. Harry had some idea of how Draco had done it. He focused all his protective and happy feelings on Draco, remembering his smile, his sadness, their happy times together. It almost felt like the process of casting a Patronus. It really did feel like a hug then. He could still feel Draco's presence in his mind like a heartbeat after their conversation had ended. He even felt when Draco fall asleep and the sleepiness and peace that fell over him made him quickly follow.

Xx

Draco stretched languidly. It was around 9am, considering the light. He missed being closer to the surface of the lake. First to third year were the best. The windows were just below the surface of the lake, so sunlight constantly reflected off it, causing dappling all over the room. Now he was high enough above it to get unadulterated sunlight. He didn't mind it but missed the calming effect of the lake. Draco yawned. He'd slept remarkably well after his nightmare. He remembered talking to Harry and sending all his affection and love though the link towards him. He was embarrassed at showing affection but pleased with the fact Harry reciprocated. Plus releasing his feelings had made him feel less jittery. Draco was thankful that he had a free period first thing, so he could just lie in bed, half awake, half dreaming for a good half an hour. He felt more relaxed than he had in a while. He daydreamed about the quidditch meet happening on the next day.

xx

"Hello Harry," Luna greeted him dreamily.

"I didn't know you liked quidditch, Luna."

"Oh yes, I grew quite fond of it over the summer. It's relaxing to be in the air, don't you think? The thestrals have the right idea." Luna was wearing Harry's spare quidditch jumper and she was playing with the sleeves around her hands as she spoke. Having never played quidditch she didn't have one of her own. Quidditch jumpers were knitted with magic that protected the wearer against the wind and the cold. Harry had bumped into her on her way to the pitch, wearing just a dress. She'd tried to assure Harry she was good at warming charms, but Harry accioed his jumper before she could complain too much.
"Are you any good at quidditch?" Ron asked.
"Probably not, but it's the thought that counts."
"It's supposed to just be for fun, anyway," Harry told her, smiling.
Players wandered towards them. Some in quidditch gear, some in regular clothes. Harry started handing out brooms to people who didn't have them. He was in the broom shed giving a nimbus 2000 to Neville when everything outside went eerily silent. Neville and Harry looked outside to see what was happening and immediately rolled his eyes at the cause of the disturbance. Theo, Blaise, and Draco had arrived. Though why the girls were flushed and whispering Harry didn't know. He wove through the crowd of at least 15 students to greet the Slytherins. When he could see the tall blond better he realised why he'd made a scene. Draco's clothes were skin tight. A pair of quidditch leggings hugged him so tightly it was if they were spelled on. Harry mainly noticed how worryingly skinny Draco was.
"Doesn't he look fantastic?" Ginny said next to his ear. Harry frowned in annoyance.
"He looks thin," Harry huffed.
"You're not interested in men," Ginny said absentmindedly. Draco walked over to Harry. "although... You're not looking away," she added. Harry rolled his eyes and walked forward.
"Glad you came," he greeted both Slytherins, smiling.
"Wouldn't miss it," Draco told him, smirking. He was leaning his weight on his broomstick casually. Harry could tell he was doing it on purpose for attention.
"We'd better get started, then," Harry told him.
Harry and Ginny rounded up the students and put them into two teams. Harry thought he'd mix it up and put Draco in his team. He mixed up the other houses into the groups too. Seamus helped them with the rules of muggle football and they formed teams of nine; eight chasers and a keeper. Seamus offered to umpire. It was basically the same as quidditch, just without beaters and seekers. Harry used a quick spell to change a collection of tabards to bright orange and purple. Harry decided those colours were safest so include everyone. He handed them out to both teams. Without their quidditch robes it would have been hard to see their teams from across the pitch. Harry said the word and they all kicked off from the ground and into the air.