"Potter!" Draco called out to his…friend, or acquaintance. His friendly acquaintance. "What is taking you so long?"

"Just give me a second, Draco. I need to…ack!" What the FUCK!

"Potter, what are you doing in there?" Draco had to ask.

"Nothing," Potter said, finally walking out of the local washroom, looking completely wet. Draco wondered why Potter had even insisted on going in such a dirty washroom in the first place and he had told Potter as much, but apparently, the idiot didn't want to miss a thing in the zoo this time around, which meant no bathroom breaks…at all.

Potter had told Draco all about the first time he'd gone there with the Dursleys and honestly Draco was still unsure about why he hadn't gone and hexed and cursed them so much that they wouldn't even be able to recognise themselves. After all, what use was having been a Death Eater and having had Voldemort live in your house for months if you couldn't make the Saviour's abusive muggle relatives regret the day that they'd been born.

Before Draco could say a word about Potter's current state of clothing or wetness for that matter, he quickly used a drying spell on himself and said, "Let's go," dragging Draco by his hand. So as the Chosen One casually held Draco's hand, probably not even paying much attention to the gesture, and pulled him along to the zoo, and Draco tried to hold off the slight blush that wanted to coat his cheeks, he thought about what the zoo would be like. Would it be as magnificent as Potter had made it out to be?

Draco didn't feel like he was entitled to be excited about going someplace where he would just be watching muggle creatures-or animals-in cages laying down or walking around. But the way that Potter had described the zoo, had made it sound quite magical and frankly Draco could get used to the idea of muggles trying to recreate some wizardly magic in this way.

He suddenly stopped short when he saw an ice-cream truck. Draco knew he wouldn't be able to just ignore it, it was too tempting and the ice-cream was practically calling out to him, screaming for him even. "Potter," he said, pointing to the ice-cream truck like a child asking its mother for candy, "Ice-cream."

Draco didn't feel even the slightest bit of irritation when Potter laughed because how perfect would it be to roam around the zoo looking at the variety of animals caged there, whilst having some delicious ice-cream? Absolutely perfect.

"Alright then, let's get you some ice-cream," Potter said, and Draco glared at him this time.

"Do not mock me, Potter. I am not a child; I can get my own ice-cream. I was simply being polite and trying to ask you if you wanted any." Draco said. Potter, again, looked like he was hiding a smile at that.

"Yes, please, Draco. I would like two scoops of the mint chocolate chip flavor of ice-cream, please," Potter managed to say with a straight face.

"You're mocking me again," he huffed out.

"I apologise if I am making you feel that way Draco but I truly don't mean to come across as-" Potter's face turned red as he failed to keep the laughter that was threatening to burst out, inside of him.

"Arsehole," Draco muttered under his breath, walking towards the ice-cream truck without so much as glancing at the man who had tears streaking down his cheeks. "Merlin, you're a prat, Potter, and a git, and a wanker."

"I'm sorry," Harry finally managed to say as he caught huge lungful of breaths. "I just love how you start speaking in that posh Malfoy way and accent when you get angry. It's very endearing."

Draco turned to face him so fast, he almost got a whiplash. "I hate to burst your little bubble Potter, but I am a Malfoy." Despite what people thought, he was still proud of being one. He always would be, no matter the circumstances.

"I know," Harry said, straightening up. His expressions suddenly grew quite serious. "That's why I said that I loved it so much." Harry bumped his shoulder playfully against Draco's as he continued, "I love it when you go all posh and prissy on me, and in general too. It's very Malfoy."

Draco couldn't keep the blush off of his cheeks this time and he sawing Harry grinning widely at him as soon as he spotted that blush. It seemed as if Potter's only aim when he was with Draco was to make him blush as often as possible. Draco couldn't really talk though because his only aim when he was with Potter was to make him smile that warm, fond and dimpled smile or laugh in that uncontrollable way that only Potter could.

"Shut up, Potter," he murmured, embarrassedly as he passed Potter his ice-cream cone.

"Thanks," Potter replied, and there was that genuine, dimpled smile on his face again. It made Draco's heart stop. He marveled at how the smile made Potter's hair look messier and his eyes seem greener than was possible. Sometimes, when Potter laughed, Draco swore he saw the green of the wilderness, the forest filled with overgrown bushes and tree leaves that grew darker than ever, in his eyes.

A soft and warm expression crossed Potter's face in that moment, and Draco realised that maybe he wasn't hiding his own expressions or feeling as well as he would like to. Also, he was definitely blushing a deeper and darker red by now.

"Shut up, Potter," he said, quietly this time, before he headed in the direction of the zoo, licking his crushed chocolate chip cookie ice-cream. He had taken three scoops of it because everything had to be a competition when it came to him and Potter. Also, if anyone asked, he wasn't smiling thinking about Potter or about anything to do with him; it was just the ice-cream and the zoo. Those were the thoughts that were making him feel giddy.