Harry didn’t even get to remind Draco about the dangers of apparating under the influence before Draco so effortlessly shifted the tone of the conversation. It allowed for little grace, no lull for them to adjust from, only moments before, having been<span style="font-style: italic">only</span>friends and<span style="font-style: italic">just</span>coworkers.<br/>How close beneath the surface that desire existed within Draco sent a shiver down Harry’s spine, leaving his mind reeling.<br/>Then, a smile pulled at his lips, utterly and completely lost to everything that was Draco. No matter how much they had already shared, crossing the dining room at Draco’s behest had to be among the more intimate things they had done. It drew Harry’s heart to his throat, thrilled beyond what his muddled mind could truly comprehend.<br/>He came to a stop before Draco, just as he had hours before.<br/>“What else?” he asked with too great sincerity, a smile pulling at his lips as he spoke.