Draco’s question sent a shiver down Harry’s spine, making a flustered smile tug at the corners of his mouth as it caught him unprepared. It marked such a distinct tonal shift between them, sending Harry’s mind reeling. The soft caress of Draco’s hand in Harry’s had blurred the line of professionalism, but the question had crossed it; what had been a morning spent being colleagues, they were now back to being something entirely different that only existed in their solitude. It made Harry’s heart rate quicken.<br/>“I didn’t know you could do that,” Harry stated with greater ease than expected, though seemingly just as unable to contain a smile as Draco was.<br/>Unable not to indulge now that Draco had tipped the scale, Harry drew Draco’s hand closer in a subtle invitation. “Where do you kiss to cure trauma?”