Harry's shoulders resettled at Draco and Pansy's agreed approval. This time, Harry realized, it wasn't a matter of getting their approval for the look of the tattoos, but subtle confirmation that the blame would be shifted away from him, where Lucius to cuss him out next time he got Harry on the phone.<br/>It made Harry glance down at his exposed forearms, absentmindedly turning the watch strap, better centering to he back of his writs. Harry did, after all, like the look of his tattoos, too.<br/>"So will you," Pansy remarked at Draco, the perfect composition of their outfits and the decided backdrop not lost on her. Draco's ornate botanical shirt would be just as fitting as Harry's green at the restaurant. It made another smile toy at the corner of her mouth, clearly considering if that had been orchestrated hoping she wouldn't realise it.<br/>"You look adequately matched between one another, too," she continued, humoured. "Far better than you did yesterday."<br/>The statement made Harry's attention dart back onto Draco, his eyes dipping to the flowers spanning the flat of Draco's chest. Surely, Harry recognized the green of the leaves, but to him it was a detail lost in a larger, more lovely picture.<br/>"This is nicer than yesterday," Harry parroted, speaking it to Draco's chest. His gaze only found Draco's once the statement had left his lips. Replacing them was a crooked, little smile, making the remark ambiguous as to whether that was criticism or a compliment. To Harry, it was intended as utter disdain for his military uniform; and, perhaps, another veiled compliment at the choices Draco had made today.