How genuine Draco’s smile appeared made Harry’s heart do somersaults, unable to put into words how happy he was that Draco had found a sense of purpose being here, and a foothold between his peers.<br/>“I’m glad,” was all Harry could think to say, and yet it barely covered half of it. Despite the public nature of their conversation, that affection was more subtly spoken through touch, reaching for Draco. Harry’s fingers found a steady spot to linger at the jut of Draco’s pelvis, a touch more easily obscured between them than a hold on his hips.<br/>Hand heavy on Draco, Harry leaned forward an inch, tipping his chin upwards to maintain eye contact. It made Harry’s smile shift, a boyish air about the stolen little moment.<br/>“What’re you doing later?”