Harry couldn’t help but grin, caught in a damning truth, but one that felt so obvious that he found it hard to care. At some point, his desire for Draco had become common knowledge, and he couldn’t quite get himself to be embarrassed by it, much less so whenever he saw it matched in the way Draco looked at him, or kissed it to his skin.<br/>Withdrawing his hands, he allowed the waistcoat to slip off of his shoulders, pooling at his feet. Though the motion would have to be repeated for the shirt, Harry was quick to reach for Draco, both hands finding a hold of Draco’s jaw.<br/>“I mean it,” he insisted with a chuckle, tugging at Draco to straighten him out enough to look at him. “You should ask for one.”<br/>Harry felt dishevelled and out of beneath Draco’s attention, but there was a reason for the tangent, and one Harry needed to speak into existence before it became diluted in between sweet nothings.<br/>“You did really well today.”<br/>It had been on the tip of Harry’s tongue the entire day but never finding a moment to speak it. It felt a little silly and too intimate to say it here, now, but looking at Draco, Harry much preferred saying it to Draco alone.<br/>It made him smile, lopsided, as he pushed back stray hairs that had escaped Draco’s neat bun. “I’m proud of you.”