It felt incredibly intimate watching Draco dress himself with such care. Particularly the way Draco’s wand laid against his thigh, prolonging the already slender limb, caught Harry’s attention. Certainly, he had seen Draco put on clothes in the early hours of the morning through sleep-muddled eyes, but besides that, he was coming to realize he had only experienced Draco dress rather homely.<br/>The small dismissal of Harry’s question, however, felt anything but. It made Harry’s heart flip, a decisiveness he hadn’t heard in months, having come to find Draco to be wonderfully cooperative, as long as Harry asked the right question. Postponed in the face of the first real deadline in months - perhaps indefinitely - Harry felt his throat knot up, hoping that later would actually come.<br/>He startled when Draco plucked his wand out of the air, tighter wound than expected.<br/>“Let’s,” he concurred as he stood, not enough air in his lungs to speak a sentence longer than that.