Harry almost turned away from the caress, not out of discomfort but out of surprise, all but laughing at the question. While he ducked his head, he didn’t stop Draco from taking his hand, the touch sending shimmers up his arm.<br/>“Yeah,” he grinned sheepishly as his eyes returned onto Draco.<br/>He had felt unsettled in the cellar, but it hadn’t been unbearable, and Harry hadn’t gotten the impression that Buchannan had taken notice of anything; but then again, that didn’t mean anything, continuously surprised by how easily Draco could read his state of mind.<br/>“Did I really seem that out of it?”