Bones

to be seen by my eyes

"Remind me again, Potter. Why do we need our broomsticks?" Draco said grumpily with one hand on his hip.

"I'm going to show you somewhere," Harry rolled his eyes.

Draco sighed, "Well, are we going to go or not?" Draco muttered.

"Come on then, or are you training for the ballet, Malfoy?" Harry snickered and sped away. Draco gasped quietly before jumping on his broom and chasing after him.

Draco quickly caught up to Harry, both laughing when they saw each other. "Give me your hand and close your eyes," Harry demanded, offering his hand.

"Um, what?" Draco stopped and hovered in the air.

Harry rolled his eyes, "I'm going to take you to a place, but I want it to be a surprise. So give me your hand, close your eyes, and I'll lead you down,".

Draco sighed and took Harry's hand in his but before closing his eyes, "Oh but for the future, Potter. A Malfoy always leads," He winked.

Harry snorted, "C'mon, just close your eyes you git,".

Although Draco would never admit it, he was a bit frightened to close his eyes on a broom. After all, he was pretty sure it was on Madam Hooch's death list. Thankfully, Harry could tell and strung Draco along slowly. They landed, and Harry helped Draco off his broom. "Alright, Malfoy, open your eyes," Harry said confidently. When Draco opened his eyes, he was standing in a small clearing with a blanket on the ground a small basket.

"What is this?" Draco asked curiously.

"It's a picnic," Harry chuckled.

"A picnic?" Draco said, surprised.

"It's when you sit on a blanket on the grass and eat food and talk. Have you never been on one?" Harry asked.

"I know what a picnic is! And no, I've never been on one," Draco admitted, raising his chin proudly to hide his embarrassment.

"Not even with your family? I never did, but my cousin, aunt and uncle would go on the all the time," Harry's voice trailed off.

"Well, my father didn't feel that those sorts of things weren't necessary," Draco said quietly. Harry gave him an empathetic smile and put his arm around Draco's shoulders.

"Well, this will be a first for both of us then," Harry chirped, making Draco grin, no matter how hard he tried to suppress it.

The two sat down. Harry opened the picnic basket, waved his wand and a platter of cheese and crackers flew into his hand, as well as a bottle of cranberry cordial. "Potter, it's amazing that you can actually do that spell. You aren't that advanced in charms," Draco smirked. Harry's face went red, and he scratched the back of his neck.

"Well, Hermione helped me set all this up," Harry said awkwardly. Draco laughed loudly, getting a push from Harry.

"Well, come on then, Potter, I'm not setting up the meal. I am a Malfoy," Draco snickered, turning his nose up. Harry grunted and got two glasses, pouring the cordial into each.

Harry took a large swig from his glass, Draco drank around five milligrams. "Hey, Draco, how come you're so nice this year? And calm?" Harry asked, turning his head towards Draco.

"I don't know. I guess less pressure? And I'm just too tired to be a git," Draco said awkwardly, looking down at his full glass.