Harry and Draco. Quidditch Pitch. Relaxing flight...
When Tuesday at six rolled around after supper, Draco was more than relieved to make his way toward the pitch. He'd caused a right mess of things inside the castle, so a good chunk of time just flying in the air would hopefully get his head clear again. And who better to do it with then Harry, really? Oh, Draco knew he could fly alone, but it would also give him a chance to really talk with Harry more, and more freely too--especially since they were out of prying ears out there. His fingers closed around the older school broom--far much older than what Draco had ever touched prior to now--not really waiting for Harry to arrive before kicking off into the air. He stayed within the boundaries of the pitch so that Harry could find him when the Gryffindor arrived, but until then, Draco would lose himself in flying in circles.