"Well." Draco sets his glass down. Pulls his sunglasses up to the top of his head and digs said guidebook out from his back pocket. Harry stares at his ring, at his long fingers as they flick through the pages, wondering what it’d be like if Draco were to slide them into his mouth. They look good for that. "Because we only have a short day then, we must make the most of it, and that starts with Castle Hill."