Harry's eyes had followed the Malfoy couple, a polite, easy departure to an interaction that had probably been more tense than he even managed to understand. His attention, however, was on Draco, the little shift of Draco’s arm giving away his intention of leaning in before he did. It was dizzying, making his heart rate spike.<br/>Harry only barely tipped his head towards Draco, yet failing to anticipate their sudden proximity. The way Draco leaned towards him left his lips not only close but in Harry's direct line of sight. He barely heard what Draco was saying, even though he saw the words leave his mouth.<br/>"You're welcome," Harry replied, only then looking up to meet Draco's eye.<br/>It brought a shadow of a smile to Harry's lip; it was juvenile, knowing his eyes had lingered.<br/>In the back of his mind he saw their imaginary script. The dip of his eyes had been allowed, just as much as it would be for Harry to stretch to punctuate the exchange with a kiss - maybe, it was even<span style="font-style: italic">expected</span>that he did, standing too close for anything else to be conceived as natural.<br/>The thought made his eyes dip again, his head spinning at the prospect.<br/>"I'm not done spending time with you," he said instead, eyes only seeming to meet Draco's when speaking. The comment was spoken intimate in place of a kiss, too off his balance for him to even dare to kiss Draco. It was a calculated exchange; the smile, however, was a tad too genuine.