Possibly even more humorous than the unintended innuendo was Malfoy’s complete indifference to it. The Malfoy Harry remembered would have made a face, easily riled at even the smallest taunts; while it hadn’t been intended as one, Harry wondered if Malfoy had even heard it.<br/>Harry undid the buttons of his shirt, immediately revealing bare skin. While Malfoy’s house elf had politely cleaned and starched the rest of his uniform, Harry had slept in his undershirt and opted out of it.<br/>"All the way off?" he spoke into his chest, chin tipped down to undo the bottom few buttons. He glanced upward at Malfoy.<br/>Harry didn’t mind undressing, but he was aware of the minute differences between now and this morning in the foyer. It still felt strangely intimate, in the way it wasn’t rooted in anything; though the study still made more sense contextually, Harry knew the intimacy laid in the way Malfoy circled his desk; in how Harry wasn’t propped up onto a stretcher in an examiners room at St. Mungo’s. Harry was hard pressed to judge what was the better option, but he knew that, in contrary to before, he didn’t<span style="font-style: italic">need </span>to strip out of the shirt to remove another layer.<br/>Letting his hands fall, he straightened his neck, meeting Malfoy’s eye with an easy smile, refusing to allow his thought to run amok.