Having Draco look at him like that was almost more than Harry could handle. Already feeling flushed by the sheer proximity, the sweetness of Draco's smile threatened to made Harry's knees buckle beneath him. Left with a sudden feeling of vertigo, like the planks he was walking on had become unsteady, Harry's breath hitched. On the exhale, it became a flustered, little chuckle.<br/>Eyes dipping towards the dock only long enough to make sure that the dock did not, in fact, disappear beneath him, Harry seated himself next to Draco. "Your daily fix of what?" he asked, an easy, laughed airiness still in his voice.<br/>It was only when saying it out loud that Harry heard the boldness of his question, the realization striking him when he once again raised his gaze and finding that Draco was still looking at him; it made a shiver run down Harry's spine.