Harry had momentarily glanced away to reach for the pot with the rice, but Draco's shaky answer sent a chill down his spine, and once again Harry turned his eyes towards the other. There they rested for a moment, Harry uncertain what to put into the stutter, but as Draco bit his lip, Harry's eyes couldn't help but glance towards Draco's mouth. Harry wasn't sure how long he had been looking at Draco's lips - too long, it felt like - and with a shaky inhale, Harry briefly met Draco's eyes before turning to the things he had between his hands.<br/>"Worse things could happen," he said breathlessly, not even sure if that many any sense. With movements made clumsy by Draco's proximity he lifted the pot to an angle before transferring the rice into a bowl, as he tried to shake the image of Draco biting his lip.