How easily Draco relaxed into Harry's touch was not only unexpected but intoxicatingly thrilling. It was hard to believe that they were still practically strangers, the lines quickly becoming fuzzy the more touches they exchanged. The easy smile, however, was quick to leave his lips as Draco's response came before Harry could even articulate the need for a warning.<br/>"Hey," he said, voice airy enough for it to sound joking; in reality, Harry's breath had hitched, startled by Draco's willingness to mingle with military officials. This time he reached out for Draco's hand in an attempt to ground<span style="font-style: italic">himself.</span><br/>Harry took half a step forward to properly stand in front of Draco, needing to at least pretend this was a conversation they could have under two eyes. It wasn't necessarily a private conversation - definitely not one that would seem out of character. It just plainly made Harry's heart rate spike.<br/>"No gays in the military, right?" he said, voice lowered though not entirely to a whisper. There was still a crooked grin to Harry's lips, wanting to make light of it all; the smile, however, didn't fully reach his eyes, finding the task to be daunting in a way he hadn't expected it to be. "I'm about to come out to them."