Nothing
The sun was bright and the wind gentle as Harry and Draco lay under some trees on the boundary of the forbidden forest. The rest of the world seemed to rush by in a blur around them as they lay in silence.
"Draco?" Harry whispered softly while playing with Draco's hair.
"Yes?"
"Nothing…."
Draco sat up frowning at Harry. "I hate it when you do that."
"I know, that's why I do it", Harry said beaming back.
"Although, it is my favourite type of nothing in the world", Draco said before pushing Harry back onto the grass playfully.