Harry let out a small sound that might have been a grin, humoured by how attentively Draco was watching the movie, while simultaneously moving Harry's hand to his waist. Once there, he gave Draco's waist a gentle squeeze, softly pulling him closer as Harry himself leaned forward to plant a small kiss on Draco's scalp.<br/>It was a weirdly intimate, wordless exchange, and for the first time this evening, Harry didn't have the need to fill the silence. As he slightly straightened his back in order to lean back against the backrest, his grip around Draco loosened slightly, but letting his hand remain where Draco had put it.