Harry laughed at Draco's comment, but the feeling of the other's fingers against his scalp and neck made a chill run down his spine, and he forgot whatever he had intended to answer. In contrary to Muggle shavers, the spell cut his hair without a sound, and suddenly, the room felt silent. Harry could still hear the hospital putter around, and he wondered whether there had been a silencing charm cast around his room during the night, for if he just didn't notice. Other than that, Harry had a hard time focusing his thoughts, as Draco once a while turned Harry's head slightly to one side or the other. Compared to when Ron had cut his hair, this felt strangely intimate, and Harry caught himself holding his breath a couple of times.<br/>"So where'd you do?" Harry finally spoke, as Draco was shaving his neck. Harry was looking down on the ground in front of him, and he could feel his heartbeat on his chin. "I'm sorry, I can't remember if you've already told me."