It had been inevitable not to notice that Draco hadn't joined Harry by the lake this morning. A pang had gone straight to Harry's heart at the prospect of spending the morning on his own; not as much out of worry or regret, but at the sudden and striking realisation that he missed Draco's pressence.<br/>Harry had established the habit of going to the dock at dawn his second morning at camp, three summers ago; Draco had only been joinging him shy of two weeks, and yet the dock had come to feel foreign to Harry when he once again had to face it on his own. It all hit Harry like a truck, made dizzy by the realisation of just how much he liked Draco.<br/>Sitting by the breakfast table an hour few hours later, his hair was still damp after his swin and shirt had water spots at his shoulders after his subsequent shower. In front of him was a plate with the remains of a portion of scrambled eggs, and a handful of cut carrots.<br/>Despite the emotional turmoil at the lake, Harry had at no point worried about the implications of Draco not showing. In fact, Harry had awoken fully at ease. Though he knew he would have to talk to Draco about last night, and though he knew that conversation could go a million differents way, Harry had been left with a sense of clarity that would even ease the blow of a possible rejection.<br/>Seeing Draco walk into the hall, however, brought an inevitable smile to Harry's lips. His features had lit up at the sheer sight, and he did his best to swallow his grin by bitting down on a carrot stick.