Harry welcomed Draco’s presence without apprehension, easily reaching for Draco’s elbow. It served as a point of balance as Harry stretched slightly against him to place a kiss on Draco’s cheek.<br/>“Well done on that,” he praised with a grin, and though he had relaxed his stance, his touch lingered, justifying the way Harry’s gaze once again dipped.<br/>Up close, the fabric of Draco’s robe reflected the sunshine spilling in from the sun room. It was delicate and ornate in a way that Harry had never seen Draco dress, but which decidedly made something within him flip, finding that he liked how it softened the angles of Draco’s features.<br/>Granted, when he once again met Draco’s eye, it could simply be the way he was smiling at him.<br/>Harry mirrored it, crooked and thrilled. “You look very pretty.”