Harry’s heart jumped when Malfoy met his eye, an almost violent confirmation that Harry had provided something of value. In return, it offered a moment of shared humanity, not failing to notice the discomfort the notion of Voldemort still brought Malfoy. Harry, in turn, felt nauseous at the implied correlation, and he parted his lips to disagree or perhaps sick up.<br/>He never got to do either, his throughs completely derailed by the interest in Malfoy’s voice. The request made heat pool unexpectedly in the pit of his stomach, the feeling only enhanced by the stark tonal shift of the ask. It made Harry’s face heat up, caught off guard.<br/>It took Harry a long moment of hot, riled static, fists balled at his sides, before he complied, his train of thoughts spiraling to a point where maintaining his own composure felt pointless. With little regard for what Malfoy’s question might have practically entailed, Harry moved to undress, tired of the slow pace of Malfoy's answers. He shucked off his outer coat, the carefully pressed fabric of the Auror uniform thrown unceremoniously onto the floor.<br/>"It’s not," Harry finally answered, his throat in knots, adverting his eyes from Malfoy’s.<br/>His hands were quick and deft along the clasps of his dress coat, but the growing sense of panic just beneath his consciousness made his movements appear erratic regardless. In that moment, Harry had caught up to Malfoy, their balance once again shifting. Harry knew that he held the last damning pieces of information, and had his hands not offered an outlet for his frustration he might have cried.<br/>His dress coat followed, the sounds of the buckles hitting the tile muffled by the fabric already cluttering the floor.<br/>Harry’s eyes returned onto Malfoy as he undid the clasp tying the wand holster to his chest; he pocketed his wand before discarding the leather harness, too. He took an unsteady breath as his fingers easily undid the line of buttons down his suit vest, his skin feeling uncomfortably warm under the intimacy of undressing at Malfoy’s request. "Not in the way you’re asking, anyway."