Harry couldn't help but smile; partially because of Draco's phrasing, partially because of the matter-of-factly structure of their conversation. Harry had been wiping the remaining curry and rice off his plate with a piece of bread, and Harry looked up to meet Draco's eyes with a grinning grimace as he moments after ate the bread, his eyes still fixated on Draco's.<br/>Harry's elbows rested against the table, his hands folded in front of him as he chewed and swallowed. "About 6 months after the Battle," he finally said, and though there was more to say, he refrained from over sharing. The physical pain had helped him deal with the psychological pain, "- the ball just kinda kept rolling from there."<br/>"Which was your first, then?" Harry asked, as he moved his plate aside, leaning slightly forward over the table now there was space granted for that. The eye contact (and possibly the wine) made Harry feel dizzy, and though there was nothing he wanted more than to maintain it, he also had an aching desire to explore this new Draco Malfoy that sat in front of him, and once again Harry's eyes trailed off to those of Draco's piercings which were visible to him.