A smile pulled at Harry’s lips as Draco stepped closer, still wrapped up in a context where even that was enough to make his head spin. Tipping his chin up slightly, he shifted his shoulders, allowing greater slack of the fabric for Draco to pull it straight.<br/>“Thanks,” he muttered with a soft smile, fingers thoughtlessly reaching for Draco’s elbow.<br/>Although not in uniform, Draco was dressed impeccably; Harry had watched him dress this morning, but it had yet to lose its appeal, still entranced by how subtly different Draco carried himself in public.