Despite Harry's best efforts, he couldn't help but snort out a laugh.<br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">God</span>," he grinned out, yet again having to duck his head, unable to look at Draco without laughing out loud. Harry had so genuinely laughed through the charade, that he almost worried about the prospect of keeping it up all night. It quickly became apparent thattheir conversations was bound to be far more ridiculous than anything he could have prepared himself for.<br/>When Harry once again met Draco's eyes, the grin remained, though Harry's gaze put the blame on Draco. "Are we really that kind of couple?"<br/>There was a genuine tease to his words, hoping that the phrasing was ambiguous enough to be applicable. As they had moved across the front hall, Harry judged them to be within earshot of the staff manning the wardrobe.<br/>In an attempt to regain his focus, his hand left Draco in order to trace the other's forearm before finally curling around Draco's bicep.<br/>With a little tug to Draco's arm, Harry leaned closer towards him. No longer doubting the fact that they had an audience, Harry smiled. "I think the spark is plenty alive."