When Potter just agreed to Draco’s simple, albeit likely effective, idea, he felt a wave of relief flow over him. He absolutely wanted to do what he had to do to solve this, but he also wanted Potter to be comfortable with what he was doing, such that he would keep on trusting Draco.<br/>“Alright,” he said, smile weak on his lips, as he went to get the ink that he had been talking about, trying not to think of the fact that Potter had sat back down, even if Draco hadn’t asked him for that. It felt like a show of trust, even if it probably wasn’t a big deal.<br/>Once he actually got a hold of the ink, Draco doubted himself for a second, unsure if it would actually help, but he didn’t have a lot more to go on, so he had to hold onto whatever he could get.<br/>“I’ll do your back first, just, stay still,” Draco said, suddenly hit by just how intimate it was what he was asking of Potter, but he couldn’t exactly back out now that Potter had agreed to do it. Instead, Draco carefully uncorked the ink and made a circle with it on Potter’s back, marking the area in which he had seen the magic.<br/>It was then he realised that Potter was absolutely freezing to the touch.<br/>He knew the manor to be cold, something that he had learnt to live with, but if Potter had been cold, Draco would have just assumed that he would have told him that.<br/>“I’ll be done in a second so you can get your shirt back on,” he commented as he went to make a new circle on Potter’s chest instead. “You could’ve just told me that you were cold.”