Harry just hummed softly in agreement, genuinely relieved by the fact that Draco didn't ask further questions about the last few months of the war. In a matter of a few heartbeats, Harry was overwhelmed with the affection he helt towards the other; though he didn't want to interrupt Draco in his thoughts, Harry couldn't help himself. Gently reaching out for Draco, he laid a hand on Draco's cheek, pulling him closer in order for Harry to plant a kiss on Draco's jaw, only fractions of an inch away from the corner of his mouth.<br/>"Thank you," Harry blurted when his lips left Draco's skin, not knowing how to express his feeling in any other way than gratitude. To say the least, it was overwhelmingly easy to be around someone who knew about the war and Harry's past.