Harry just looked at Draco, utterly shocked, but unable to stop smiling. His lips were parted as if he intended to speak, but the longer he remained silent, the broader his smile became.<br/>The way Draco said<span style="font-style: italic">period</span>sent a shudder through Harry, making him inhale as had he been holding his breath, shifting his posture slightly. Harry was far too intoxicated to take such compliments without feeling giddy, but sober enough to know not to insist on the contrary.<br/>His eyes remained on Draco, desperately wanting to return the compliment. Draco was, without a doubt, the most beautiful person Harry had ever seen, and he was aware of it to such a degree that it was almost painful having to share a living space with him.<br/>"Thank you," he humbly exhaled, not certain what to say. Harry's smile had gradually faded, and now, he was looking at Draco with a look which didn't manage to hide anything he of the emotions going through him. Suddenly, Harry looked down at his own hands., fidgeting slightly "Means a lot coming from you."