This time, Harry anticipated the gesture well enough to meet it with a chuckle instead of a shiver. The feeling of Draco's hands through his hair already felt dangerously familiar, and though Harry knew that was the<span style="font-style: italic">point</span>, he didn't allow either of them to linger.<br/>Catching Draco's wrist with his hand in a soft hold, he turned Draco's hand away from his hair; instead lowering them, turning his hand against Draco's in order to entwine their fingers.<br/>"Are you nervous?" Harry asked, a soft furrow between his brows and a wide grin to his lips, speaking softly given their present company.<br/>Harry, sending a kind and acknowledging glance towards the coatgirl, before gently urging Draco on with a soft tug to his hand.<br/>The tease in his voice unmistakable, and it was clear that the question was not asking for Draco's true state of mind. In reality, Harry would just have to hope they were both brave enough to go all in on the act. "You seem awfully fidgetty."