Draco nodded, maybe he'd talk to her later. Professor Snape, he was sure, could make brilliant cosmetic potions. Whether he would or not was up for debate though.
"I'm... I'm rubbing your shoulders?" He stopped, giving Harry a mildly confused look. "Do you not like it? I can stop, if you want. Just figured it might help with some of that stress."
Only Harry would prefer instability. Not that Draco could blame him. When had his life ever been stable? Draco, on the other hand, had had years of a stable, loving family before the war, and all of this. Still, he wouldn't want to go back. He was happy here, with Harry and Scorpius and Theo. He didn't really miss anything about his old life.
"Well, alright. Something less boring is certainly doable. Proper Quidditch league, with regular games and ranked players and things? Can't have a league tournament but we could at least have a yearly cup. That would be something most people could enjoy, and look forward too."