Harry couldn’t help but grin, awfully aware of the fact that he was never going to live that down. Embarrassing and juvenile as it was, he wasn’t sure he cared, simply for the joy of watching that self-satisfaction light up Draco’s features. He wasn’t sure if he was ready for Draco to know that.<br/>“You know what,” Harry laughed, well-meaning but overheated, having been kept from anything remotely gratifying for too long. His mind was a haze of grins and teases and promises, and he once again found himself looking for an exit. Ducking his head, Harry turned in place, shifting in Draco’s embrace pushing at his arm rather than keeping him closer.<br/>A grin was still on his lips when he glanced back at Draco, though. “You’re an arse.”