Harry doubts it, but he gives it a go. He tells them about running into Draco that first morning, about nearly having a heart attack when he saw him in his yoga gear but played it cool and had breakfast with him anyway. He tells them about seeing him again on the food tour, about having a laugh with him and drinking with him in that little bar in Naples, about coming to an agreement with him that, actually, they might enjoy the holiday with each other’s company after all. He tells them about Palermo—not the sexy sauna bit, but their trip to the beach and cocktails on the sand, how they’d bonded over stories from school and Eighth Year over dinner, how they’d "accidentally’ fallen into a holiday-long game of truth or dare ("you what?" Pansy gasps). He tells them about how much fun they’d had, playing that over the holiday, suggests how close they’d become—