No matter how fuzzy Harry’s mind still felt, his gaze remained on Draco, a little surprised by the sincerity of Draco’s concern. It suffocated the joke otherwise present in Harry’s voice, making Harry’s heart flip, unable to properly accept that degree of attention.<br/>“Yeah, well,” he forfeited aimlessly, eyes dipping to the exposed triangle of skin visible at the neck of Draco’s house coat, a scar barely exposed. Relaxing a little in the embrace, Harry allowed his hand to fall from Draco’s shoulder, trailing the line of his clavicle.<br/>There was not much to add, after all; Draco spoke as though there was an alternative.<br/>“I have to.”