Harry frequented the back yard. Since Sirius's death everyone in the house assumed that poor Harry was just too devastated to move on just yet. Harry just didn't like the crowd of people conjesting the house. He preferred solitude every now and again.

One gloomy morning Hermione decided that Sirius's room needed a thorough cleaning. After the mold incident the previous year Harry decided that he would be doing no more cleaning in that house.

Harry was in the back yard that morning. He was watching a cloud roll by that reminded him mildly of a ladybug when the pale face of a certain annoying blonde blocked his view.

"What could you possibly want, Malfoy?" Harry asked.

"I'm bored."

Harry frowned.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Let me drop everything and help you with your problem."

Malfoy raised his eyebrow and looked up.

"You're not even doing anything."

"I'll have you know I'm busy."

"You're looking at a bloody cloud."

"Better than looking at you."

Malfoy frowned and kicked Harry in the side. Out of his own boredom Harry, deciding to play the melodramatic role, rolled over and clutched his side.

"You kicked me!"

"I lightly nudged you in the side with my foot. Now let's go."

"I'll be dead within the hour!"

"Oh, is that inconvenient for you?"

Harry sat up and smiled. For the first time since they'd known each other Harry saw Malfoy genuinely smile back.