The world spun for a moment, and Harry realised he was looking at the sky, heady with the feeling of it. He was upside down and so close to the ground his hair brushed the grass. But Malfoy was in one piece at least —if more flushed and maybe a little green around the edges. His bloody book was clutched to his chest, so there was that, too. His other hand was fisted in the front of Harry's robes; the only thing keeping him from crashing into the ground. Harry's hands weren't even on his broom anymore —only his legs were locked tightly around it