Harry's attention had been on Draco, easy and humoured, while the other spoke and Harry adjusted the collar of his coat. Harry, who had spent his entire professional career - including both boot camp and most recently, his position as police deputy - wearing one hat or another, he hardly saw what the fuzz was about.<br/>That, however, didn't mean he didn't find Draco's distain utterly charming.<br/>With a gesture that could turn out to be disarming of Draco's feigned annoyance, Harry's hands left his own collar. Instead, they affectionately reached for Draco's forearm, Harry's right hand catching Draco's.<br/>"Is that a promise?" Harry teased as he leaned in closer to Draco, genuinely thrilled at the prospect of never having to wear a uniform again, let alone under the public eye. It felt too much like reliving the worst times of his life, and even though Draco had said it as a joke, Harry had no intention of letting the opportunity pass him by.<br/>Harry eventually relaxed his posture, once again increasing the distance between them, better allowing them to walk the last few yards out of the reception, Harry's hand still around Draco's. "Cus I'm not looking to pick that fight with your father; I'm gunna be counting on your support for that one."