Harry hummed an acknowledgement, an encouragement for Draco to carry on. This time, Harry made a point of keeping his hand steady, even as Draco shifted. It remained comfortably at the top of Draco’s inner thigh, yet far from offering any touch that could be considered gratifying.<br/>Not as much interested in pushing boundaries as he was in tipping the scale, Harry instead flexed and relaxed his hand, drawing lines across the fabric with his fingers.<br/>“Uh huh.”<br/>When Harry’s eyes finally met Draco’s, the other had lent so far backwards that Harry looked at him across the tip of his shoulder. He grinned, boyishly, nothing reflecting the fact that Draco was once again speaking to him about something potentially deadly to Harry.<br/>It didn’t even exist to him, and yet he asked, “Do you know where it is now?”