"Alright," Dean agreed with some reluctance. There was a visible hesitation to him, his body getting stuck in the intent of stepping away but never really doing so. "Get something to eat, yeah, mate? It's a hot one today, dun' want anybody pass out from heatstroke."<br/>With that and a well-meaning smile, Dean filtered towards the kitchen.<br/>Over the course of the exchange, Harry's eyes had dipped to a hangnail on his thumb, thoughtlessly picking at the skin. It was only when Dean moved that Harry glanced up, offering him a grateful smile.<br/>Huffing out an exhale, Harry crossed his arms against the counter, tucking the hangnailed finger out of sight and mind. Instead, he turned to look properly at Draco.<br/>"You do look flushed," he pointed, a dumb, boyish grin to his lips as he spoke, well aware sun exposure hardly could serve as a valid explanation.