Harry saw Draco react under his touch, the way he tensed up and his words became fumbled. It had flustered Draco, in turn making Harry’s skin flush incredibly hot, his eyes dipping to the root cause of Draco’s reaction.<br/>“Yeah?” he prompted, incoherently.<br/>With no other purpose than to keep touching Draco, Harry pulled his hand back an inch, allowing his pinky to catch at the lip of Draco’s front pocket. While the touch had started as something that could be dismissed as simply collegial, it probably no longer could. Finding that they had already tipped that balance, Harry tugged at the fabric, the gesture incredibly juvenile, before withdrawing his hand completely.<br/>He folded his arms across his chest.<br/>“You like your hair better up?”<br/>Despite any well meaning intent of forcing their conversation lighter, Harry’s smile went lopsided, certain that Draco already knew his take on it.