The wittiness of Harry's reply was greatly compromised by the feeling of Draco's thighs resting against his own. The feeling effectively deafened ever other sense, clouding his mind with other imagery and effectively forcing him to draw a blank when trying to form a sentence.<br/>A sheepish grin to his lips, Harry shrugged and arched his brows in a tell-tale gesture. His mouth occupied by a bite partially excused his lack of an immediate response, yet his grin proved that Draco hadn't been far off.<br/>"I had almost made it through the five stages of grief," he finally answered, having swallowed the bite. His expression was boyish, though he didn't meet Draco's eye; as he reached for his glass of water, his eyes ducked aimlessly at the table, moving to keep his hand occupied and off of Draco's knee.<br/>Cup in hand, Harry's eyes returned to Draco, an eady and dramatically exasperated grin to his lips. "But here you are again, sending me for a loop all over again."