The way Draco went along with the joke was a huge relief on Harry, bringing a crooked grin onto his lips, once again making his mouth taste of iron. Harry perfectly understood that he was in no position to demand answers, even if he had accidentally raised the question, and he was thankful that Draco hadn't kicked him out for it. He brushed the back of his hand against his lips.<br/>Without thinking twice about it, Harry seated himself onto Draco's bed; something, that didn't feel bold until he had done it. Suddenly the fact that they had slept together felt very real, and not knowing how to avoid that association, Harry decided to continue the joke.<br/>"I figured as much," he said, glancing down at the fresh red smear on the back of his hand, careful not to stain Draco's sheets as he placed the hang next to him. Finally, his eyes once again found Draco's, a dumb grin still on his lips. "It<span style="font-style: italic">must</span>be a pickup line specifically designed for a med student, innit? Kiss the hurt away, and all that fun stuff."