Draco’s response once again brought a smile to Harry’s lips. He knew there to be plenty of people who, given the same amount of time, would never accomplish what Draco had done, either due to lack of skill or motivation. Harry didn’t press the subject further, however, coming to realize that it might have been just as long since someone had offered him sincere praise.<br/>The smile remained as Harry leaned back on his heels, straightening his posture for just a moment. Draco looked absolutely picturesque splayed on the bed beneath him, sharp angles but soft skin. For a moment Harry thought he was going to lose grasp of reality if he didn’t touch him, the alcohol still dull and present in his veins, making his head spin when he sat up.<br/>With a touch to Draco’s hip in an encouragement, Harry slotted himself between Draco’s thighs. Though the increased friction made Harry shudder, he was too satiated for anything to stir. Harry had already known that, only shifting closer to place a kiss centre on Draco’s sternum, disregarding how close he was to pressing it onto a diagonal scar cutting through the bone.<br/>"Would you show me sometime?" he asked, a boyish smile pulling at the corner of his mouth, eyes darting to Draco's. Through out the month Harry had seen very little of Draco’s wandless magic, but then again, Harry might not have been paying sufficiently attention, only ever seeing Draco cast complicated tests or diagnostics.