"Oh, not at all," Harry was quick to dismiss, instinctively glancing down Draco's choice of outfit. By now Harry should have gotten used to the fact that Draco's style spread across a wide spectrum of expressions, and once Harry had gotten over the initial surprise, the skirt felt very much in character for Draco. "You should always dress as you want; around Teddy, too, I don't care."<br/>Harry finished the sentence as he looked back up at Draco's face, a crooked grin on Harry's lips. Yet again, Harry found himself mesmerized by how absolutely breathtaking Draco was, and it took him several long seconds to manage to look away, casting a glance up the stairs behind him. When he saw that Teddy hadn't come back to look for them, Harry once again turned to face Draco, stretching to plant a kiss on Draco's lips.<br/>Though Harry's hands managed to cup Draco's face in a gentle gesture, both the touch and the kiss were brief, and soon after, Harry was back onto the flats of his feet. The smile, however, still lingered on his lips. "Come," Harry urged, reaching out to offer Draco his hand.