Though he didn't comment on it, Harry was visibly pleased by Draco's comment, his smile briefly changing its nature to something more genuine. The moment was brief though, as Harry finally gave the bar his full attention. "Right."<br/>He leaned forward, taking a moment to palm at the bar, adjusting his grip and the distance between his hands a couple of times. When he finally landed on something that at least felt somewhat comfortable, he squatted down by the bar, knowing that Draco would have cussed him if he attempted to lift with his back.<br/>Once in position, Harry's eyes darted back up to Draco; and he kept it there when he finally lifted the bar. As Harry stood up, the bar in his hand, he exhaled softly under the strain. When the bar fell against his hips in an attempt to even out his center of gravity, his otherwise steady exhale hitched. The barely-there grin shone through his gaze, making it apparent that he was well aware of what he was doing. Politely, Harry waited for Draco's next directions.