Harry laughed at that; loud and honestly. Inattentively, he tightened his grip around Draco's hand as the laugh went through him.<br/>"There's nothing to patch up if we're dead," Harry pointed out, his voice lingering between humorous and grim, as he glanced towards the other with a crooked grin.<br/>"Don't worry, babe, it's a study piece of junk, it's not gonna fall." Harry was, well aware of the fact that his inherited bike was far from junk; actually, it had been fitted with an necessarily large engine. This was, however, not further reassuring, and Harry instead let go of Draco's hand to pick up a helmet from the side-cart. "Here."