Harry had expected the signature to pique Draco’s interest, but the thrill on Draco’s face took him just as much aback as the kiss on his cheek. It turned Harry’s mind into static, suddenly coming to the realization that he might have never truly impressed Draco professionally before this. It didn’t strike him as hurtful, rather quite the opposite; it filled Harry with an immense sense of pride he had rarely felt before.<br/>“It’s from when I was 15,” he offered, unable to keep a grin off of his face. It was likely that Draco would be able to draw the rest of the context by unravelling the signature, but the time it had been collected felt particularly relevant.<br/>Harry’s eyes were unwavering on Draco’s, even when the other didn’t meet his gaze. He didn’t have to; Harry felt quite certain would never tire of seeing such bright curiosity painted on Draco’s features.<br/>“That makes them 15, 20 and 29, yeah?”