When Draco properly and definitively withdrew his hands out of Harry's reach, Harry figured the most polite thing was to mirror that small, but distinctive distance. Aimlessly, he turned out of the intimacy of the conversation in order to look at the stationary train.<br/>As if the sight had amplified any whisper of a joke to Draco's words, Harry couldn't help to grin.<br/>"Do you really?" he asked, the chuckle in his voice making the question sound rhetorical. In reality, the laugh had stemmed out of surprise rather than out of a tease.<br/>Harry was still smiling when his eyes darted back to Draco; there, however, his smile seemed to falter. For a moment, it seemed like the weight of Draco's words hit him.<br/>Thoughtlessly, his eyes returned to the train. The slight air of consideration remained around him, before eventually, he repeated himself.<br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Do</span>you really?" Harry rephrased, the words the same but with a different infliction. Yet again his eyes found Draco, almost a timid boyishness about him, as the corner of his mouth finally tugged upward. "Maybe I could."