"It did help," Draco admitted. "I had a better time flying today than I've had in ... years, maybe. I don't remember. Quidditch hasn't been that important to me since..."
He trailed off, not willing to finish that aloud, and instead looked at the arm warmers, picking one of them up and turning it over in his hands before he put it back in the box. They were thoughtful, really, perhaps too much so. He wondered how much she had figured out on her own about his potions accident. About what he'd been trying to cover.
"Thank you," He said, but it sounded a little distant.