Draco knew that that probably was very true, but he decided to not reply to it. Instead, he just very gingerly climbed onto the motorcycle behind Harry, wrapping his arms tightly around his waist. He took another deep breath, and then nodded softly. "Okay, I am as ready as I will be," he stated, trying not to squeeze Harry already, but just sitting on the motorcycle was enough to make him anxious. He just had to pull himself through this, and then he would get to eat a nice lunch with Harry. He was going to be able to stomach it, that was.