Draco’s words were a subtle reminder of the life Draco had lived throughout the passing decade; it hadn’t crossed Harry’s mind that, if Draco himself didn’t trim it, it wouldn’t get done, seemingly nobody else there to intervene.<br/>The addition, however, made Harry snort.<br/>“I doubt it,” he grinned, having a hard time believing that a household charm would be the thing that gave Draco trouble.<br/>The angle in which Draco had his head turned didn’t allow for symmetry in the way Harry combed through his hair. Instead, he thoughtlessly sectioned off a piece at Draco’s temple, fingers tracing the hairline.<br/>“But yeah,” Harry breathed, a thoughtless admission to a point Draco had made a while ago. He was splitting the piece of hair into three strands, his finger drawing two lines through it behind Draco’s ear. “It looks good on you.”