The sweetness of Draco's response caught Harry completely unprepared. There must have been a visible surprise painted across his face, before a flushed grin inevitably took its place.<br/>Draco was clearly distracted, considerably more tense than Harry had yet to experience him, and yet it was this little, offhanded and accidental remark that made Harry's heart skip a beat - too genuinely. Even with his attention divided between a million other things, Draco was beautiful enough that it made Harry's mouth go dry.<br/>Desperately needing to ground Draco back into their pretend relationship, Harry reached out for Draco. The kiss that followed, however, was nothing more than self indulgent. Harry's free hand had moved to cradle the cheek Draco turned away from him, urging him within reach for Harry to stretch and brush a kiss to the corner of Draco's lips.<br/>"I know people here," he said, taking advantage of the close proximity. His voice was soft enough that the content of his words might have been mistaken for a sweet nothing. In reality, Harry would have said that Draco was lovely, too, had it not been for the fact that whatever he said would be out of earshot of the surrounding guests. Telling Draco that, when there was no audience to it felt almost nauseating. "Okay?"<br/>Relaxing his posture, Harry once again let go of Draco's jaw, creating a more civil distance. His eyes still lingered on Draco's profile, he smiled with an attempt at domestic composure. "We might actually have to mingle at some point tonight."