"The daily grind," Harry grinned as he looked up from the freshly diced fish. He<span style="font-style: italic">had</span>heard Draco cross the room so Harry should not have been this surprised by how close he was, but, never the less, Draco's proximity almost took Harry's breath away.<br/>Harry parted his lips to speak, but hesitated and instead briefly bit down on his bottom lip. His eyes remained on Draco for another moment, before finally picking up the cutting board. "I don't want to be the one to point out the obvious," Harry started softly, as he moved to the stove. He removed the lip from the pot, and the steam made him glance away, once again finding Draco. "- But you look quite different tonight, too. New," he added after a moment of re-evaluating his phrasing, as he blindly dropped the fish into the pot.