When Harry turned to look at Draco and they were finally truly alone, it all seemed to hit him all at once.<br/>“I couldn’t care less about tea,” he admitted softly, a juvenile smile tugging at the corners of his mouth with some delay. Having both spent an hour coyly pretending Draco’s invitation had only extended to tea, this was the first real admission that it never really carried any truth.<br/>Harry straightened his posture slightly. Feeling the balance shift between them, intentions bared, he found it hard to meet Draco’s eye, his gaze briefly fell onto Draco’s lips.<br/>Harry parted his, trying to gather his thoughts enough to speak out loud what he wanted. When he finally met Draco’s eye, it came out a boyish, “Can I have you?”