The fact that they kissed and nothing ever came of it made Harry dizzy. It hadn't been interwoven into a conversation, or an intentional sign of affection in front of people to whom they were trying to sell a charade; it just felt indulgent. When Draco broke the kiss, nothing had been accomplished beyond making Harry flush.<br/>Flustered at the intimacy of their parting caress, Harry still found it terribly abrupt, making their still-intertwined hands feel electrically charged. It made the edges of the interaction feel fuzzy, Harry's heart flipping at the knowledge that he could repeat every single motion leading up to Draco kissing him.<br/>Harry was struggling to contain a smile once Pansy returned to his field of vision, catching his attention enough for him to glance at her as she appeared tableside, further straightening his posture in that motion.<br/>Pansy very much disliked the scene to which she returned. Her smile remained unaffectedly on her lips, and neither did her eyes dip to their hands on the table. She had witnessed the kiss at a distance, and while she understood it was justified now, Pansy was going to ask Draco to justify himself in private.<br/>"Either way," she carried on as she seated herself. She could with good authority say that what she had interrupted hadn’t been a conversation. "The first samples for spring-summer should be ready within the week, meaning they'll be yours to steal within the month."<br/>Harry barely remembered that to be where they had left it. Draco's hand in his still felt deafening, even more now with Pansy present. Not feeling able to retrieve his occupied right hand - or perhaps not wanting to - Harry took a sip of his lukewarm coffee with his left.