Harry's breath became shaky the moments when Draco's fingers once again brushed against his freshly cut hair. It was a foreign (yet pleasant) sensation, and once again a chill ran down his spine that made his shoulders tense slightly. "Makes sense," he exhaled softy, a couple of seconds later. Paris made sense to Harry - possibly because he had most likely had already been told.<br/>Harry felt silent for another moment trying to gather his thoughts; this showed to be much easier when Draco moved on, breaking the contact between them. Harry exhaled once again as he straightened his neck, and looking slightly to the side, his eyes found Draco. "You've been good, then?" he asked, unsure how to phrase it. Harry's hand found its way to his neck, running his palm across his hair, and as he did, he decided that he should have phrased it<span style="font-style: italic">were yo happy there?</span>