Harry coughed out another laughing sound, caught off guard by the stark contrast between the intimacy of their position, and the juvenile tone of their teases. Thoughlessly, Harry blinked as his smile widened.<br/>"I can probably think of more," he argued, the tease more apparent in his smile than in his voice. He had once again opened his eyes to meet Draco's, his words probably too genuine for the short distance between them. Draco's white hair was back lit by the moon shine, making him look almost glowing against the darkening sky, once again threatening to make Harry's breath catch in his throat.<br/>Desperately needing to divert the tone, Harry leaned slightly forward, tipping Draco further into the water. In response to that, his grip around Draco tightened, fingers digging into the soft skin of Draco's waist.<br/>When Harry spoke, the tease had reappeared in his voice. "I'm sure he's made other movies."