Draco's question made Harry stop dead in his tracks, as if only now realizing what the fuck he was getting himself into. Harry was certain that Draco had ment it as nothing more than small talk, yet, unbeknownst to Draco, it had effectively lead them right back into the conversation they were both avoiding. For a quick moment his adrenaline surged, having to force himself to stay put rather than to make a run for it.<br/>His mouth had gone dry, hands falling to his side after they had pointlessly hovered above the last few buttons he had yet to undo.<br/>"Um, no," Harry eventually heard himself say. His mind had clouded, and he only barely refocused his gaze on a bottom cupboard to the left of Draco.<br/>It felt silly even sharing this with Draco; it felt like admitting Harry had broken up with Dante only days after sleeping with Draco implied way too much. It was a lie to say Draco hadn't been the main reason behind it, yet Harry knew that didn't mean Draco intended on breaking up with Chad, nor that Harry was in any way entitled to Draco because of it. "Dante and I split up."