Harry had a difficult time differentiating in whether or not Draco was playing the scene up for the sake of the tease, or whether Harry himself had grown increasingly sensitive to his advances. The way Draco’s hair fell loose from his bun made it hard to swallow, and Harry knew that to be a recent addition to his own reaction.<br/>“Yeah.”<br/>Feeling a heat creep up the nape of his neck, shedding a layer was a welcomed opportunity. He stood, abandoning the map on the table, from where it rolled into the safety of a pile of stacked folders.<br/>Harry’s eyes remained tentatively on Draco as he picked the glasses off of his nose, for once folding them before discarding them. While Harry didn’t doubt that Draco had every intent of conducting a proper test, Harry was still trying to gauge the tone.<br/>In a gesture that was feigned ease, Harry stepped away from his desk, circling it as he pulled off his sweater by the back hem. When he tossed that, Harry had made it half a lap around the table. There he settled, comfortably resting the back of his thighs against the table edge, before his eyes dipped to his chest as he began undoing the buttons of his dress shirt.