It was obvious how Harry's instinctive response was to smile. It was everything from getting to hear Draco chuckle to the honesty in his words, that made the corners of Harry's mouth pull upwards in a grin, too pleased by the response.<br/>Then, as his lips parted to response, he fumbled. Unable to distinguish Draco's intention nor the expectations to his own reply, the bright smile turned tentative, making him shift his stance. In the end, no words left his lips, not knowing what to reply.<br/>If they were playing a part, Harry should do<span style="font-style: italic">more</span>, whether that meant crossing the distance or speak to months together and not<span style="font-style: italic">hours</span>. Yet, nobody was close enough that made Harry believe that Draco had delivered his line for an audience, making him flush all over again at the possibility that the gratitude had been genuine.<br/>When Harry's smile reappeared, it was boyish, flustered by the exchange.<br/>"Of course," he finally replied, his voice made airy by the grin. "You're good company."