When Draco looked away at the mirror, Harry instinctively followed the other's eyes; he, however, didn't feel the need to reach out to touch his hair. Sure, it had been slightly ruffled up by Draco's hands, but it wasn't looking much different than it would have done any other day of the office.<br/>After a few moments of silence, Harry finally moved his eyes away from their reflection and back to Draco. Harry was slightly taken aback by the other's proximity, and as his breath got stuck in his throat, he couldn't help but linger at the fact that Draco was actually<span style="font-style: italic">there</span>. He desperately wanted to kiss him again, or just to reach out for him, but the dynamics had changed between them in a matter of seconds, and it no longer felt appropriate. "Do you ... want me to go first?" Harry eventually asked.