Harry hummed an acknowledgement, Draco only serving to confirm his suspicion; though, granted, the Ministry had turned a blind eye on it for longer than Harry would have expected them to.<br/>His gaze had dipped, watching the silver of Draco’s robe catch the light as Harry’s hand moved beneath it, drawing little lines across Draco’s waist.<br/>“Did you love him?”<br/>There was no jealousy in Harry’s voice, a blanket honesty about him as he asked. Harry didn’t care, not in the way one could expect him to, anyway. Harry asked with interest, finding that this was a different facet to Draco’s character, and yet another detrimental flaw in the Ministry’s handling of his case.