It was hard to distinguish whether it was Draco’s hold of his hair or the breathy /most/ that made Harry’s heart flip. There really was something about Draco’s unwavering confidence that made heat pool in the pit of Harry’s stomach, knowing it was perfectly justified.<br/>Harry straightened his posture far enough that he could once again look at Draco, the increased pull of his hair sending needles down his spine.<br/>"Yeah?" he asked, not in incredulity but in awe. The answer had quite effectively distracted him, eyes darting between Draco’s in search for an exaggeration Harry knew wouldn’t be there; he was certain Draco was telling the truth, something that only made his smile widen.<br/>There was a long, visible moment where Harry suppressed the urge to kiss Draco on the lips all over, something that would accomplishing little besides fueling a juvenile attraction to competent spellwork.<br/>Instead, he hummed an acknowledgement below Draco’s Adam’s apple, shifting with the intent of a more extensive exploration of Draco’s chest.<br/>"I only know a few, that’s impressive," he said with a smile before pressing another kiss to the divot of Draco’s neck.