Harry's smile remained, present and polite, until the moment he felt certain the general was completely out of earshot. Then, his expression finally faltered, allowing him to exhale the last dissipating tension in his shoulders. Though his breath was intentionally calm, Harry felt his heart rate continue to quicken.<br/>Still with a trace of restlessness, Harry turned further towards Draco, glancing to look over their shoulders. His mind was still playing catch-up, struggling to even comprehend what had happened. He was looking aimlessly into the crowd, convinced that Clingerman had already confirmed to several other officials what they, undoubtedly, had already suspected.<br/>His hand moved from Draco's shoulder blade to the top of Draco's bicep, in need of the physical confirmation that he was, in fact, not here alone. For a moment, it almost seemed like Harry was going to rest his head against Draco.<br/>"Alright," Harry finally said. His voice was barely there, intended for Draco exclusively.<br/>He turned his head another bit, this time to look at Draco. Slowly, a small smile appeared onto his lips.<br/>"Yeah," he mused, more willfully. Whether his relationship with Draco was fake, Harry bisexuality wasn't, and had been a source of anxiety around his superiors for years. This interaction finally seemed to solidify the fact that Harry would never reenlist, something which he found lifted an unexpected weight off his shoulders.<br/>Finding it too easy to indulge now that he had no repercussions to maneuver, Harry's hand slipped upwards to Draco's shoulder, using it to brace himself as he stretched to plant a genuinely grateful kiss to Draco's jaw.<br/>"That was alright," he grinned, once back on his feet.