Harry went from celebrating to falling in a matter of seconds. He was always spectacularly good at falling off a broom. He didn't know what happened. One minute he was on his broom, the next he was seeing it meters above him. He supposed it would have helped if he'd not had his hands above his head, but even then, he shouldn't have fallen. Before Harry had time to take in a breath of surprise, arms wrapped securely around him, stopping his fall. The only thought in his head was thank Merlin he wouldn't have to spend the night in the hospital wing.

"Are you okay?" a familiar voice asked, the words barely audible over the rush of his heartbeat in his head. Harry took a deep, steadying breath and took notice of the green shoulder and the arms around him. Draco had caught him, bridal style. Harry instinctively gripped the broom shaft when he realised both of Draco's hands were full. "Don't worry, sticking charm," Draco assured him, as if he'd read his mind. Harry's heart stopped beating quite so hard.

"Hope you didn't use that in games," Harry grumbled, letting his body relax.

"Next time i'll let you fall," Draco threatened. Harry saw he was smiling, however.

"Thank you for catching me. I have no idea how I fell." Draco helped Harry sit astride the broom. Harry's own had drifted to the ground.

"Because you were being arrogant and not holding on?" Draco offered. Harry snorted.

"You are calling me arrogant?" Draco laughed in his ear, making Harry shiver. Draco wrapped his arms securely around Harry, leaving him to control the broom. He guided them both down gently to the grass. Harry supposed he could have flown them down faster, but he just wanted to be sure they were safe, and it had absolutely nothing to do with how Draco felt wrapped around him.

"Harry!" Neville jogged up to them, having already landed. "Are you alright?" Harry impulsively smoothed his jumper down.

"I'm fine. Didn't see what happened, did you?" Neville shook his head.

"Sorry." Harry smiled at him.

"It doesn't matter. I'm fine, and we won!" Harry remembered and perked up.

"Thanks to Draco's cheating," Blaise added, joining the group.

"We weren't using the official quidditch rules," Draco protested.

"I would have thought 'no cheating' didn't need saying," Neville told him. Draco fixed him with a glare. Neville just rolled his eyes. He was the same person, but the war had turned all of his nervousness into a kind of weariness. Draco seemed a little surprised. Harry was just high on adrenalin of flying and the happiness that everyone was getting on so well. He supposed flying and not talking helped everyone get along a bit smoother than other times. He'd had conversations about Draco with all of his friends and they all seemed unanimous in wanting to forget everything that happened over their last six years of knowing him but still thought he could be annoying. Harry's chest swelled with happiness and pride at how great all of his friends were. Even Ron and Ginny were finally accepting of him, even though they both had reasons not to be. The other Slytherins were also working their way into their friendship group, he noted. Blaise's love of quidditch definitely helped. They were all a little nervous of Theo and Pansy, however.

"It's just a game anyway," Draco huffed.

"Quidditch is not just a game, Draco!" Ron protested, looking very insulted. Draco crossed his arms.

"We weren't even playing quidditch! It was a stupid muggle game!"

"Football is not stupid!" Seamus complained.

"We won anyway Draco, what are you complaining about?" Harry asked, trying to diffuse the tension.

"Fine," he huffed. Harry knew Draco was just being difficult for the fun of it.

Ron distracted them by helping them collect up and put all of the tabards in the washing basket for the house elves and put the brooms away. It had begun to drizzle, and they all headed into the great hall. It was about half past five, so they decided to have a celebration tea party of sorts. Harry sent a few parchment birds off to a couple of people, including Hermione, who wasn't there for the game. They called a house elf, who happily went to bring them tea and snacks from the kitchens. Since not many other students were around, they sat by one of the fires on the Gryffindor table. It wasn't particularly cold, but the fire always made Harry feel comforted. Harry sat down, and Draco immediately took the spot to his left. Harry smiled at him brightly and the Slytherin returned it. The others sat around them, with Luna opposite them. The house elf brought them pots of tea, a canteen of coffee and a large Victoria sponge for them all. Moments later Hermione arrived with Pansy in tow. She looked a bit uncomfortable with the Slytherin girl but was talking to her.

"How did it go then?" she asked the group, after plonking down next to Ron and kissing him in greeting.

"Well I enjoyed myself," Ron told her. Harry half listened to the group filling in the girls while he poured himself and then Draco some tea. He even remembered to put the strainer in the cup first to catch the loose-leaf tea. He usually drank coffee and still wasn't used to the old-fashioned way of making tea. Apparently, tea bags were a mainly muggle thing, and having the tea leaves left in the cup reminded him too much of divination. He watched Draco add one brown sugar cube to his tea. He'd never have guessed Draco had sugar.

"I haven't had tea like this in a long time," Draco told him softly. "My family used to have tea every day when I wasn't at school. Even father would come from his office to spend half an hour with mother and me." Harry put a hand on his arm. "I'm okay," he affirmed. Draco smiled at him. "I just miss some things."

"Me too," Harry told him gently, resting his shoulder against Draco's for a moment. Harry slid him a plate of cake. "but it'll be okay. We'll make new memories."

Draco smiled at him gratefully. "I hope so."