The hand swinging reminded Drew of (slightly) more innocent days and he tried to push the memories away because that hurt too much.
He dodged and weaved through the crowd in tow with practise and managed to emerge outside with his hand still in the pretty stranger's.
"Oh." he was surprised but pleased - few of his hook up's travelled by broom and he missed flying, missed the Quidditch team he'd been reserve in at Hogwarts, even though he didn't think about those days.
He waited for Niki to get on and mounted up behind him and if his hands were a little suggestive against Niki's hips, well, it was the Hexx, wasn't it.