Harry stood for a moment watching Draco walk away. It had been strange seeing him, especially under these circumstances; this might have been the first time Harry had experienced Draco without ties to the war, and it felt weird knowing that that might also have been the last time.<br/>As Draco's blonde hair disappeared between the crowd, Harry finally turned around towards the motorcycle, and he felt his heart race as he got on it. Harry had come here determined on not asking Draco out for coffee a second time, but as his eyes once again turned in the direction Draco had disappeared of to, Harry realized how deeply he regretted that. In a matter of moments after realizing that, Harry had started the motorcycle and drove off after Draco.<br/>For a moment, Harry thought that Draco had already apparated before Harry finally spotted him. "Draco!" he called, unsure whether he was even audible over the sound of the traffic and his helmet clattering around in the side cart. With a bit of an unauthorised move, Harry pulled over by the curve a few yards ahead of Draco, turning around as best as he could to eye him.