Harry felt beyond lucky getting to witness how genuinely thrilled Draco looked at the prospect of spending the entirety of the day together. It made Harry's breath hitch and his lips part in a toothy smile, unable to contain it.<br/>"Alright," Harry replied in a chuckled exhale, coming up short of a better response.<br/>There was something unmistakably juvenile about his excitement, but while his fingers itched to reach out for Draco, Harry instead turned to glance across his shoulders. The gesture was instinctive, mind too clouded with other, more exciting thoughts than the real life implications of such a hasty decision.<br/>When his eyes once again found Draco, Harry's lips were parted, half in hesitation, half in a dumb smile. Once Draco was in his sight once more, the smile widened another bit. "I'm, uh - I'm gonna run back and buy a ticket, then."<br/>As he spoke, his voice became increasingly more of a laugh, stepping backwards out of the conversation. It felt like years since Harry had felt this particular kind of excitement, of pursuing something this thrilling without caring about the repercussions. Taking another step, Harry added a beaming: "I'll be back in a minute."