Draco's question made Harry laugh far before he could fully process it; likewise, the laugh never fully left his lips, catching at his throat as he braced Draco's jump. Though not fully able to maintain the other above water, Harry caught Draco by his hips, as he himself slid backwards and off the rock he had been standing on.<br/>Only then did his laugh return, tipping his head backwards in a thoughtless, genuine motion. His hands slipped from Draco's hips, wrapping his arms around Draco's waist; while unable to lift him up, Harry<span style="font-style: italic">had</span>caught Draco, and letting the other go hadn't even occurred to him.<br/>"Yeah, I guess," he answered wide grin on his lips a, laugh still in his voice as he once again met Draco's eye. Though off the rock, the water supported most of Draco's weight, allowing Harry to keep them upright by barely toeing the lakebed. "Do you have a pottery wheel at the art studio? Maybe we should do Ghost tomorrow."