Draco stared out the window, not even turning when he heard footsteps coming towards him. "Hey."
"I'm not up to anything, you know. You don't have to stalk me, again," Draco said, though he knew Potter wouldn't understand. Since the moment they'd stepped foot into Beauxbatons, Draco had taken to speaking French exclusively. It felt freeing, as though he had taken on a new identity, and he could escape from who he was back at Hogwarts. The language was just one more way from which he could distance himself.
"Uh, right… What are you looking at?"
"The mountains. The Slytherin common rooms had a brilliant underwater view of the Great Lake, though I also preferred to look out over the forest plenty of days."
Potter seemed to lean against the wall beside him and stare out the window. "Weird that there's no trees, huh? Just all rocks and snow." Of course. Only when Potter couldn't understand him could they agree on something.
"I miss the forest. I didn't like going inside it, but it was nice to look at from the surface, at least."
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Potter nod. "Yeah, I don't really like the Forbidden Forest much anymore, but at least at Hogwarts it's there. It's… It's like one of those things that will always be there no matter what, even when it changes. Nothing up here changes. It's all just snow and ice and rocks."
"Sometimes what we need in life is stability. Do you need stability in your life, Potter?" Potter stared at him before bursting into laughter.
"I still don't know what you're saying, so I'm just gonna agree."
"I do, too. Too much has changed in recent years. I think we just need a few months of things just staying the same, and not changing. Not that this tournament is doing much for that."
"Right," he heard Potter chuckle. "Whatever it is you just said. I guess I'll leave you to whatever it is you're doing, Malfoy. Have fun."
"To you as well." Ah, he was still an idiot, wasn't he? Still… He was fairly cute.