At that, the smile on Harry's lips paled. Though Draco's words were harmless by themselves, the shift they had caused was undeniable. While neither Draco's voice nor words had been unkind, it still hit Harry like a ton of bricks, knocking the air completely out of him. For the moment it took for Harry's ears to stop ringing, he couldn't help but feel like a fool.<br/>An embarrassed blush quickly flushed his cheek. He felt like an idiot for having believed that this conversation was avoidable, but, even more so, for not having seen it coming. For the first time, Harry wished he hadn't kissed Draco, flushed by the thought of rejection when Harry so readily and genuinely wanted Draco.<br/>"Yeah, sure," he said, the effort of sounding unaffected bleeding into his voice. He smiled, he trying to remind himself that Draco had yet to say anything damning; he, however, still found it hard to meet Draco's eye.<br/>Grateful for the fact that Draco's words also contained an instruction, Harry readily abandoned the entryway, instead moving into the living room. He felt nauseous, not looking at Draco when he continued. "What's up?"