Though they were sitting perfectly comfortably as they were, Harry almost compulsory turned his palm upwards, meeting Draco’s hand to intertwine his fingers with Draco’s.<br/>“Yeah,” Harry said, and though it hadn’t been intended as one, the soft exhale of Harry’s voice made it sound like a confirmation. He didn’t elaborate, though he probably could; through several but brief encounters with Narcissa Malfoy, her love for her son had been immediately apparent.<br/>He considered it for a moment, watching the stark contrast of their hands in one another.<br/>“Did she tell you,” he eventually started, turning his head towards Draco’s as he continued to gather his thoughts, resting his cheek on the crown of Draco’s head. “- that it was your mum who lied and pronounced me dead? When I wasn’t.”