Walking out of the café Harry had looked down the street in an attempt to locate Sirius' motorcycle. It was, of course, still there, though his parking had been rushed and probably not entirely authorised. As he stuck his hands into the pockets of his jacket, Harry once again eyed Draco with a genuine smile. "I will, thanks. You too." They hadn't talked much about how Draco was coping with the fallout, but then again, Draco hadn't seemed keen on talking about it.<br/>Harry had his hands around his keys in his pocket, and after a moment of silence, he inhaled as if to gather strength to say goodbye. "I'm parked down there," he said, glancing down the street as he turned his upper body slightly. "- if I can offer you a ride somewhere."