Harry had leaned forward while Draco spoke, and by the time he had finished his sentence, Harrys' weight were on his forearms against the counter. A smile had grown upon his features as Draco spoke, and Harry couldn't help the look of adoration in his eyes.<br/>"I'll try," Harry repeated softly, not willing to commit to anything; Draco's worry was unexpected and foreign, and Harry couldn't help but smile at it.