It felt like Harry's bubble had burst the moment Draco opened the cardoor. The chill of the air stung against his flushed cheeks, and as he peered out, Draco was little more than a back list silhuette against the well-lit building behind him. Harry couldn't keep a wide, nervours smile off of his lips.<br/>"No," he said, mouthing it more than speaking it out loud. Harry already felt deeply overwhelmed, but found that it didn't feel as unnatural if he didn't stop to think about it.<br/>Taking Draco's arm with his right, Harry's eyes ducked, keeping an eye on his prosthetic leg as he stepped out of the car, wanting to make sure that it didn't catch against the car door. Greatly appreciative of Draco's pressence and support, Harry got up on his feet with little to no effort.<br/>It was Harry himself who, with his left hand, turned to close the door behind him; as he yet again turned to face the building, Harry couldn't help but notice how immediately he leaned against Draco, his shoulder brushing against Draco's upper arm.<br/>Already feeling breathless by such a little touch, Harry turned to meet Draco's eye, needing something familiar to ground himself on. Once looking at his pretend partner, another nervous but bright smile appeared onto his lips.<br/>"Thank you," he mouthed, not breaking the eye contact as he put on his uniform cap.