Before Harry could fully process Draco's words, a surprised, little<span style="font-style: italic">what?</span>escaped him. Completely taken aback by the breathiness of Draco's voice, it didn't take much for Draco's grip in Harry's hair to urge him at a distance. It was only once he properly had Draco in his sight that everything seemed to watch up to him, sending a shiver down Harry's spine.<br/>"Yeah?" he said, the thrill having gotten a hold of his voice. Inexplicably flustered by the thought of going for a swim, something he himself had suggested, Harry instinctively sought to keep close, not feeling prepared to face a change of scenery. His lips brushed against Draco's in a barely-there kiss, before properly leaning away.<br/>Harry's hand left the small of Draco's back in favor of his side, trying to account for the sudden distance without having to let go of Draco completely. What wasn't intended as being a question came out as one, and, still flushed by the kiss, a blush and a smile appeared onto Harry's face. "Yeah, okay."