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"Luna is bonkers." Hermione hissed furiously slamming a book down on the Gryffindor table in the Great hall next to Ron. Ron chuckled after overcoming his fright.

"If I agreed with you we'd both be wrong." Harry said casually taking a bite of his pancake. Ron looked surprised but Hermione looked put out. Across the hall from a table snaked with green a chuckled was heard. The three turned to find the source of the noise only to find Draco Malfoy looking directly at them.

"Good one Potter." He called before returning to his conversation with Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy. Ron and Hermione looked at each other before both turned to Harry who laughed at the looks on their faces and finished his food.

"She's not as mad as Hemione thinks." Harry said over his shoulder as he walked out onto the school grounds.

"So you assure me. I haven't had the pleasure." Draco said dryly catching up to him.

"She's the only other person I know who can see Thestral." Harry said casually as they slowed just at the edge of the forbidden forest.

"Those things Hagrid told us about?" Draco asked.

"Yep. Here" Harry dropped a few pieces of uncooked bacon on the ground. After a few minutes Harry's eyes seemed to find something in the dim light of the forest that Draco didn't see. Harry reached out and seemed to be petting thin air. He took Draco's hand and pressed it on something firm and leathery. Draco began feeling the face of the Thestral nearest him. "This is so weird." Draco said.

"It's not much better seeing them." Harry laughed. After the meat was gone the two went to the Quidditch pitch and chased each other around for a while, shooting through the hoops and swerving in and out of the towers hung with banners for the houses. After a few fancy tricks on both sides, they landed. "Good game." Harry said laughing and holding out his fist. Draco looked at it with a confused expression. "It's like a high five but with fists." Harry said pointing at Draco's hand.

"Why?" Draco asked wrinkling his nose.

"Just do it. It's called a fist bump." Harry said still pointing at Draco's hand.

"Fine." Draco sighed heavily and mimicked Harry's movements. "But my father cannot hear about this."

"Oh yeah, lemme just write Lucy about us fist bumping on the quidditch pitch." Harry said dryly and put an arm around Draco's waist. Draco rolled his eyes and put his arm around Harry's waist, his hand coming to rest comfortably in his back pocket.

"You're such a dork." Draco laughed.

"Dork means whale penis." Harry said.

"Then it's accurate." Draco said grinning.