Draco slid out of the jacket, softly brushing off his clothes underneath it, and gingerly placed it on the motorcycle. He had every intention of just apparating back home, even if Harry offered him a ride. Sure, he hadn't minded the fact that he had had to be pressed close to Harry, but even he had his limits, and the motorcycle just happened to be it.<br/>"Nice, let's go get some lunch then," he said with a soft smile, hoping that at least some colour had returned to his face. At least he was naturally pale, so it probably wasn't showing a whole lot; thankfully. He took another deep breath, feeling himself calm down a little more with every breath he took. It would just going to take him a little before he could be completely calm.