Harry and Malfoy stared at each other for a moment; or forever, silent and heaving and looking constantly between each other and the still unassuming Weasley, flushed and panting and feeling just a little buzzed before breaking out into laughter so free Harry was dizzy with it. Not even Bethesda biting so hard Harry could feel the trickle of blood down his arm —probably from fear— could mute this feeling.