The feeling of Draco's hand again his bare shoulder made Harry's heart flip, skin already flushed and tender with Draco's magic. His heart seemed to skip a beat.<br/>They touched so rarely and when they had it had never been quite like this. Harry felt uncomfortably vulnerable in their interaction, and yet there was a thought in the back of his mind that felt sure the cure wasn't less touch but<span style="font-style: italic">more</span>.<br/>Harry straightened his shoulders, sinking into the touch as directed.<br/>"Sorry," he spoke in a breath, finding there to be more effort in meeting the magic steadily and not inching away from it by hunching over.<br/>When his heart resettled in his chest, Harry barely remembered what question Draco was answering.<br/>It took him another moment to recall.<br/>"Yeah, I know," he answeree, barely mustering to speak in an audible volume, telling himself it was in an effort not to dirstub Draco's spell. When he continued it was spoke more conversationally. "I might've been a tad optimistic thinking we'd get it done just the two of us."