Draco’s response knocked the air out of Harry’s lungs with such force that it took his grin with it. For a moment, Harry just gaped at Draco as heat flushed his cheeks pink.<br/>It was indistinguishable to Harry whether or not Draco had spoken it with intention. There was still a distinct and easy professionalism about him, making it sound like a thoughtless tease, and yet Harry’s throat was in knots. It had struck a nerve so perfectly it made him feel vulnerable, bared and too easy to read; though maybe it shouldn’t come as a surprise that he was particularly transparent to Draco Malfoy.<br/>“I can be, yeah,” he replied steadily, leaving it up to Draco to interpret what question he had answered.<br/>Had Draco not been far beyond his reach, the answer might not have been the same, finding it incredibly difficult to get himself to care about any tests. Patience was not a virtue Harry practiced all that often, making his fingers itch.<br/>Taking the edge off the interaction, Harry squared his chest better, the fading circle still legibly on his chest.