Harry couldn't contain a grin at that, finding it incredibly sweet of Draco to even play along on the joke. After all, all it was was an explanation intended for the amusement of the campers, but the easiness of Draco's reply had still made Harry's heart rate quicken.<br/>Unable to fully put that thrill into word, Harry almost mindlessly moved to express it with touch. His movements were gentle as his hand left Draco's shoulder blade. Barely brushing against the fabric of Draco's shirt, Harry trailed the length of Draco's spine before eventually pushing into the hairs on the nape of Draco's neck.<br/>The feeling of Draco's hair beneath his fingers was almost too familiar, and had become so far too quickly. Regardless of what that familiarity might imply, he relaxed his hand, fingers tracing across Draco's scalp.<br/>"I usually can, too," he mused, voice sounding far away.<br/>The weight of Draco's head against his chest had steadied his breath, quickly making him increasingly more drowsy. In an attempt to retain a sense of reality, his hand once again repeated the motion, brushing through Draco's hair. "Not here, though - It's never quiet enough."