At that, Harry just laughed. It was a good-humoured, honest, little laugh, but he didn't know what else to respond. After all, Draco wasn't wrong in his statement.<br/>Harry's skin still felt flushed and electric, the effects of the adrenaline in his system only truly becoming apparent as he moved away from Draco. His mind was still trying to play catch up with what had just happened, trying to decipher what that meant in the grand scheme of things; having kissed Draco had sent Harry's mind for a loop.<br/>"You're right," Harry agreed, an easiness to both his smile and his voice. He felt almost giddy, reaching out for Draco's forearm. He trailed the length of it, before gently picking it off his shoulder.<br/>Harry was already shifting further away from Draco, yet his eyes remained attentively on the other. He tucked his foot under himself, looking like he was considering getting up. "You've still not gone swimming, have you?"<br/>The question was added when Harry's fingers had already gotten a grip around the collar of his tshirt. In one swift movement, he pulled his shirt over his head.