Harry's expression changed at that, swallowing how a genuine chuckle at Draco's choice of words; it made his smile go crooked as he bit the inside of his cheek.<br/>It was hard to tell if Draco had meant it to he comedic, funny only to the two of them, or if they had both lost grip of their reality. Either way, Harry could laugh knowing he didn't know how to be anything but a stranger to Draco, much less at a distance.<br/>It made his voice that much easier when he spoke, the laugh on his lips taking the edge off the departure.<br/>"I wont," he promised, reaching out to pat a juvenile goodbye to Draco's midriff. However, when Harry failed to see the motion through and his fingers lingered, they thoughtlessly slipped to Draco's waist, eyes following the movement.<br/>"I'll be back soon," he went on, voice less attentive. It took a consious decision for him to look back up at Draco, his brows furrowing with a joke. "Have a date with your father in a few weeks, maybe I'll see you then."