Draco had barely said anything, and yet Harry’s eyes dropped to his chest; nonsensical, as though that meant Draco would be the one to undress. Harry seemed aware of that only after glancing, and his eyes returned to meet Draco’s, sending a shiver down his spine. Everything considered, it had been a few weeks since Harry had been asked to undress under these circumstances.<br/>“No, now’s fine,” he said, clumsily, not wanting his pause to give the impression of the contrary.<br/>He straightened his posture, letting his hand fall to the table; almost immediately, he resumed the fidgeting, the addition of his left hand allowing him to roll the map back and forth between them. “I have time.”