Harry had already skimmed through the message banners, and when Draco asked him a question, he turned to look at Draco with a genuinely happy smile. Everything about this situation was messy, leaking into Harry's real life at every possible seam; while Harry had laid sleepless thinking about the implications of coming out to military superiors, he now looked greatly relieved.<br/>There was almost giddy grin to his lips as he shifted in his seat, no longer intending to put his phone away. Instead, Harry shifted far enough over that his upper arm leaned against Draco's, phone in the hand between them, offering Draco view of the still incoming messages.<br/>"My friends and family saw us in the Mirror," he muttered, a smile bleeding through into this voice. He scrolled through the locked screen messages, each showing a snippet of their surprised intrigue.<br/>Running his thumb across the screen to expand one of the messages, Harry once again shifted in a way that indicated that he almost rested his head on Draco's shoulder. Catching himself in it, he refrained.<br/>Now properly able to read the messages, Harry's attention was divided. Unsurprised to find only support he paused at Molly's, stating she desperately wanted to be introduced to Draco. No matter the consequence of that, Harry felt a great burden lift from his chest at her acceptance.<br/>Turning to look up at Draco's profile, Harry grinned, turning the screen off with a click. "Must be a good picture."