Harry saw the shiver go through Draco, the way his breath caught in his throat, seeing it catch on his lips before Draco took a sip, painting his lips a deep red only for a moment. It was everything and more to Harry, and he grinned, victorious.<br/>“You don’t think it was more?” he questioned, inconspicuously and stupidly, as if there were any significant distance left before it could no longer be considered Draco’s thigh. Somewhere in Harry’s grin was a genuine question, aware of the fact that they were still acting only on assumptions and not on shared experience.<br/>His hand remained there unwavering, heavy against the soft flesh beneath the fabric.