She spent the entire ride clutching the hand he had wrapped around her with a vicelike grip. She closed her eyes and tried not to look out the flimsy looking pane of glass or think about how the only thing between her and a thirty foot drop is a small amount of wood and cushioning. She could feel Draco warm and solid behind her. His presence more comforting that she wanted to admit. She was still struggling connecting the Tell that she knew to the Draco Malfoy of her past and old habits were hard to break.