Draco had been mostly concentrating on what he was reading and was caught off guard when Potter started talking to him. It didn’t help that the first thing he saw was Potter’s arms, which bore clear witness to the fact that Potter likely had a strict training regime. It was probably the first time Draco casually saw Potter’s arms like that, Potter usually being hidden under several layers of clothes, only able to drop them now that they were sitting in what was essentially an indoor greenhouse.<br/>It caused Draco to pause for too long, having to collect his thoughts again and actually register what it was that Potter was asking him.<br/>“Yeah, sure,” he managed, hoping that his hesitation could be written off as him just having been pulled out of his reading.<br/>The more time Draco spent around Potter, the more it got cemented into his head that he found Potter attractive. It wasn’t a thought that he expected to be able to do much about, sincerely doubting that his relationship with Potter was ever going to be anything but maybe a very tentative friendship, and that was more than enough for him. The fact that he found Potter attractive was never going to be anyone but Draco’s own problem and he was fine with that.<br/>“What’s on your mind?”