Draco's comment made Harry grin. Though his eyes continued to scan the crowd for the Malfoys, one corner of his mouth tugged upward in a little break of character.<br/>When Harry looked back at Draco, that expression had once again faded to the background. The crooked smile, however, remained, as a fine line appeared between his brows. "Oh, was<span style="font-style: italic">I</span>supposed to propose?"<br/>Harry spoke with almost unnerving clarity, no real hesitation to his voice. Though the context of their conversation took away the promise of his words, the tease remained genuine.<br/>Inadvertently glancing forward, doing what he could to not step on anybody's heels. When he finally spotted the blonde likeness of Draco's mother, Harry urged Draco in that direction.<br/>Harry's gaze finally returned to Draco, the frown having softened up, only to be replaced with a boyish grin. "I've been waiting for you to."