Harry offered him a weak grateful smile, "Fine," he said heavily, lying down in the grass and resting his head in Draco’s lap, "it just all feels a bit surreal, you know?" Draco hmm’ed above him and stroked gentle fingers through his hair, scowling when Harry’s birds nest refused to straighten, "It feels like the day after Sirius died, and I was walking around knowing that the world had changed forever, but no one else seemed to realise. You know?"