Harry couldn’t remember ever having heard Malfoy laugh. Not like that, at least; Malfoy had often sneered at him, barked sounds that could perhaps had been considered a laugh had they not been tainted with malice. In childhood, it had made Harry’s blood boil, and for years it was the worst sound Harry could think of.<br/>This was completely different.<br/>Over the course of the passing weeks, Harry had accumulated new memories that each subtlety but effectively dismantled his mental image of Malfoy. The laugh finally solidified it, the complete and utter separation from past to present.<br/>The Malfoy that sat in front of Harry was entirely new. Bright and unrestrained, strands of blond hair in his face, and for the first time ever, Harry realized Draco Malfoy was beautiful.<br/>It hit Harry like a ton of bricks, forcing him to straighten his posture. He barely heard what Malfoy had said, his own heartbeat suddenly too loud in his ears.<br/>"I still think it’s one of the most violating things that happened that year," he attempted, not keen on acknowledging the way it had made his brain buffer. The joke came out less convincingly than before, even despite his crooked smile. "Myrtle seeing me in the bath, having to waltz in front of the entire school, and only then followed by the death of my innocence."