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“What?” Harry mouthed, disbelieving, to Ron, who shrugged. They would never understand Hermione’s logic when it came to exams.

Harry flopped down on the couch, completely bored. He had excused himself from breakfast, leaving Ron to Hermione, and found himself with an entire Saturday of potential boredom. Normally he had something to do, an essay or something, but today he found himself with no school work at all hanging over his head.

Draco, who was sitting in a chair across from him, didn’t comment on his state of boredom, if the blond even realized that Harry was in the room. His head was bent over some parchment of homework, an open book lying on the armrest of the chair.

Watching Draco calculating some angle—or something that looked like an angle… whatever it was it was some form of Arithmancy—from where he stood, Harry thought of something to do with this free Saturday afternoon. He turned back into the bedroom and sought out a small box from the depths of his trunk. He hadn’t tried out the practice snitch he’d gotten at Christmas yet. Grabbing his Firebolt in the other hand, he headed back into the other room.

“Draco, let’s go play Quidditch.”

Draco looked up with a look that clearly stated that Harry was approaching insanity.

“Come on! It’s a beautiful day and I have no homework.” He pointed at the Arithmancy (or whatever it was) with the handle of his broom. “And I bet that isn’t due until Friday, knowing you. So let’s go outside.”

Draco sat back against the chair. “And suddenly seeing two rivals playing a semi- friendly game of Quidditch will look normal to everyone else in Hogwarts?” he drawled.

Harry pouted trust Draco to find some problem with his idea. “We’ll find some place that they can’t get to then.”

Draco thought for a moment.

“Come on, I want to see how I do against a Veriae.” Harry was almost begging.

A slow smile played with Draco’s lips. “All right, you’re on. Meet me at the edge of the Forbidden Forest in ten minutes.”

Harry followed Draco through the Forbidden Forest down a path that he had never been down before…if it could truly be called a path. It seemed, though, that Draco knew exactly where he was going, and in a few minutes the two boys had reached an overgrown clearing that was only a little smaller than the Hogwarts Qudditch pitch. Sunlight splintered down through an overgrowth of leaves, turning the grass a golden green color.

“Not bad.” Harry murmured in appreciation.

“I used this clearing when I was learning how to fly.” Draco offered in explanation.

“So you can fly with only your wings now?” Harry asked. “I see you didn’t bring your broom.”

“My wings have reached their proportional size. They’ll continue to grow as I do, but there won’t be any more drastic changes. So, yes, they’ll support my weight in flight.”

Both boys removed their outer school robes, draping them over a nearby tree branch. Harry then began fiddling with the practice snitch’s controls.