Harry’s eyes fell to the gentle movements of Draco’s hand, attention caught by the slender hands rather than the moving content of the cup. The spell didn’t waver even though Draco tentatively engaged in conversation, a subtle but unmistakable display of skill.<br/>It took Draco asking a question for Harry’s attention to shift, meeting Draco’s gaze.<br/>“Good, thanks,” he replied, willing to pretend that he had gone straight from dinner to bed, but he thought that maybe that insinuation would help take the edge off their interaction, blurring the fact that Harry had walked out on Draco last night.<br/>In a conscious effort not to get too absorbed by Draco’s ever-moving hand, Harry shifted to pour himself a cup.<br/>“Needed it.”