While Draco was well aware of the fact that he hadn’t exactly been sneaky in his attempt to figure out whether or not Potter was still cold, nothing could have prepared him for Potter taking his hand so abruptly. It felt weird, but whether it was because Draco was completely unable to remember the last time he had held anyone’s hand, or because Potter was so unbelievably cold was hard to say.<br/>“No,” Draco admitted, knowing that he wasn’t very likely to let this go. He simply found it to be too unusual to not be even mildly related to the case, he simply refused to believe it and was utterly incapable of wrapping his head around it.<br/>The sight of their hands wrapped together was an odd one, Draco concluded as he carefully held onto his wine with his free hand. They were in a weird situation and Draco wished that he could make more sense of anything, yet Potter’s temperature seemed like a good place to start to him.<br/>“I wish I could tell you that if you want me to then I’ll let it go,” Draco stated, knowing that that just wasn’t an option.