The request sent a shiver down Harry’s spine, the challenge Draco’s voice carried never failing to make Harry’s insides flip. It made his smile falter, flicker on and off his expression as heat bloomed in his chest, thrilled.<br/>Straightening his posture, Harry withdrew his hands off of Draco’s shoulders, instead letting them fall into the space between them. Thoughtlessly, Harry’s fingers brushed against Draco’s knee, providing some sort of anchor in the conversation.<br/>“Why don’t I stay the night?” Harry offered, properly although a smile kept pulling at his lips, more juvenile and stupid than his words. His eyes were bright as he met Draco’s gaze, entirely caught up in everything that was Draco. “Screw Towthorpe; I’ve missed you.”