Up until this point, having already sent his own letters with a small brown owl, Harry had been leaning back against the owlery wall with his arms crossed, watching Draco stretch his arm up, nearly in hysterics as he tried to encourage the owl to come down to him. He’d had enough now though - they had other things to do today - and so he strode forward and reached for the bacon in Draco’s hand, but was not quite tall enough to grab it.