The question made another little huffed laugh escape Harry, although distinctly different; this was one heavy with something akin to sarcasm.<br/>“No,” he replied, a humourless joke somewhere in his tone.<br/>For a moment it seemed like Harry was content leaving it at that, his breathing evening out.<br/>“It still reminds me so much of him,” he eventually added, his voice small between heavy breaths. Draco’s hand in his hair was warm and soothing, drawing out thoughts that had weighed heavy at the back of Harry’s mind for years. “I think it’s making me miserable.”