Without the need for a verbal exchange, Harry took his coat from Draco's hands, allowing for Draco to properly dress himself.<br/>Harry himself stalled in putting on his outerwear, startled at the sudden comment directed at the uniform; he glanced down, as if he had no real sense of what he looked like. It wasn't that Harry had dressed himself for<span style="font-style: italic">his glory days</span>out of free will, having been prompted to do so by Lucius' administrative assistant. When Harry looked back up at Draco, the slight upturn of the corner of his mouth proved that he didn't at all mind the sternness of Draco's words.<br/>"I still have my combat suits," Harry suggested, helpfully and with a coy grin at the corner of his mouth.<br/>Thoughtlessly shifting his stance, Harry offered Draco the military cap in order to better put on his coat. Halfway through the motion, his eyes once again found Draco's, a boyish smile to his lip. "Comes with a different hat, though."