If Harry allowed himself to indulge in the thought, he could almost convince himself that Draco had relaxed into their stolen little touchs. To call it<span style="font-style: italic">intimacy</span>might be a stretch, but Harry relished how easily Draco sought out their proximity.<br/>Harry could do little else than to return the smile, brightly. The truth of the matter was that he didn't, yet admitting how readily he made time for Draco still felt dauting.<br/>"How long's the trip?" he asked, finding that line of questioning easier to entertain.<br/>They still didn't know what the future held for them - in the most literal, immediate sence of the word. Draco would leave for Paris in a blink of an eye, and beyond that, Harry didn't know anything for certain. Harry's eyes had wandered as people had started filtering around them, yet he still made a point to glance at Draco when he continued.<br/>His smile became a tease. "Have you brought a book?"