He could almost pretend he had gotten used to Draco persistently adjusting his clothes, fingers either at his collar or in his hair. It still made Harry's heart rate spike, Draco's proximity alone sending a shiver down his spine. However, Harry had lived through it enough times to anticipate it.<br/>Looking up at Draco, Harry saw Draco's lips moving, though Harry didn't think he retained a single ting Draco said; his mind felt like it was wiped clean the moment Draco's hand was on his cheek.<br/>Finding the touch familiar only in one way, Harry's eyes helplessly dropped to Draco's lips in startled anticipation. Then, Draco's hand had left Harry's person, and Harry had to adjust his gaze onto something else to combat the feeling of vertigo Draco had invoked in him.<br/>His eyes meeting Pansy, his lips parted to speak, but he had no idea what had been said. It made his cheeks feel warm, and not knowing where else to turn, his eyes returned onto Draco.<br/>Pansy would almost agree with Draco's statement, though that was hardly a comforting thought. Poor Potter looked to be in shambles next to Draco, though perhaps that was as appropriate a reaction as any.<br/>"Well, if it comes down to it, I will deny any involvement," she instead stated, wanting to steer the conversation back onto more steady grounds. "But for now, sure, I'll join you."