Harry let out a shaky laugh at that, shifting in his seat to buckle his seat belt. Though Harry turned away from immediately answering Draco's question, Harry felt more like he had been caught in a lie than actually uncomfortable.<br/>"Yeah, of course," he eventually said, and though a crooked smile remained on his lips, his answer was truthful enough. Harry had been in active combat, and he could genuinely say that he was neither scared for worried.<br/>As he spoke, the driver had shifted the car into gear, turning back into traffic. Harry leaned forward in his seat, pulling the uniform jacket taut underneath the seat belt across his chest. Once again relaxing into the seat, Harry tipped his head towards Draco. His smile had softened, before being washed away by a furrow between his brows.<br/>"It's a bit intimidating," he added, the same honesty to his words. Pausing to look at Draco for a second, a grin eventually tugged at the corner of Harry's mouth. "Not the relationship part - but I can't say I've been to any posh galas."