Draco approached with such intent that Harry barely looked up before Draco’s arms were around his shoulders, swallowing both him and his frustrations whole. It was such a stark contrast not only to the topic of their conversation, but from the way they had come to act around one another. The familiarity of Draco’s weight against Harry made it hard to swallow, his throat in knots with emotions that were impossible to articulate.<br/>Harry bent his arm at the elbow, but he never got to return the embrace before Draco had pulled away; not only from the embrace but from the interaction.<br/>It left Harry feeling a sense of loss he couldn’t quite place.<br/>“Yeah,” he breathed awkwardly, his mind reeling. “Alright.”