Draco's words made Harry's heart soar as if any of it mattered. Perhaps it was the combination of meeting Draco's friend, and the wave of encouraging messages from his friends and family but, for a moment, Harry had gotten carried away with it all.<br/>It made his smile turn sheepish, huffing a little chuckle in loss for a better reaction. It didn't mean anything that Pansy liked Harry, and yet he desperately wanted her to like them as a couple. It was hard to dull how genuinely excited Draco's off handed statement had made him.<br/>"Good," he replied with a smile, not knowing what else he could say that was appropriately neutral.<br/>His eyes had dipped to her hands, Harry's fingers once again brushing up Draco's palm to hold it. The touch once again served to deafen any reason behind it, and Harry barely registered it when he lifted Draco's hand off the table.<br/>Harry was well aware of the fact that he wanted to kiss Draco. It was pitiful, really, knowing he was better off downing his cup of coffee and burning his tongue. And yet, it felt like a vivid memory how Draco last night had urged him to see those impulses through. It made Harry's cheeks feel warm, feeling the room spin around them.<br/>Harry's elbow remained on the tabletop, their hands at his eyelevel. His mind utterly devoid of reason, he turned his wrist far enough that he could press a kiss to the back of Draco's hand. For that brief moment, it seemed to once again force the world to a halt.<br/>"I want her to," he carried on, needing to keep the movement active as not to linger by it. He dropped their hands back onto the table. His eyes returned to Draco with a glimmer of a grin to his lips.