Harry's eyes lingered upon Draco's as he tugged at the seams at his ahoulders. His hair was still wet enough to drip onto his shoulders and down his neck, and Harry thoughlessly tugged at the clammy fabric in an attempt to stop ir feom clinglyng to his chest excessively.<br/>An almost teasing grin peering forth at the corner of his mouth, before correcring himself: "I intend on getting to know you, at least."<br/>Harry let the comment hang in the aie; he didn't find it that he needed any countering remark on it, nor did he find it to be bold enough that he even considered the possibilty of Draco being unconfortable by it. In a lighter tone, Harry therefore continued. "I'm gonna head back - are you gonna stick around?"