Harry first caught Draco's eye through the mirror, before eventually turning. The sight of the other's genuine concern had effectively made Harry grin. In the motion of turning, he raised his hand to his mouth, pressing the back of his hands against the cut on his lip, trying to both stop the reappearing bleeding and his own smile.<br/>"Do we have any hydrogen peroxide?" he repeated, this time much more muffled.<br/>"Or rubbing alcohol, white liquors," he trailed off. While his hand convered the bigger part of his mouth, it was still evident that he had, in fact, not managed to stop himself from smiling. "Hand sanitizer?"