Harry’s stomach flipped at the praise, taking his breath with it as the shudder raked up his spine, settling at the back of his throat. Though he could still feel where Draco’s kiss had met his skin, the praise had rendered Harry boneless, undoing him at the seams each time Draco offered it.<br/>“It’s good?” Harry asked in an unsteady breath, a choked attempt to gauge the reading of the test.<br/>Draco was smiling wider than he had in days, and a mirrored image tugged at the corners of Harry’s mouth, an odd sense of delirium washing through his bloodstream along with the intrinsic desire to be good for Draco.<br/>His smile had grown toothy by the time he continued, head relaxing back against the pillows, gaze upturned to continue to meet Draco’s line of sight as he continued to tower above him.<br/>He tightened his grip around Draco. “Yeah?”