Harry's smile once again changed at that, some note of appreciative relief playing at the edges. While Harry was in this under pressure from Lucius Malfoy, Harry still found himself earnestly wanting to do good in Draco's eye.<br/>"Is he wearing a jacket?" Pansy interjected when a natural pause occurred between the two men.<br/>She did agree with Draco's choice of shirt, having draped the remaining shirts over the back of a near by lounge chair, no longer interested in seeing Harry in them. She, however, found Harry almost exhaustingly proper standing next to Draco.<br/>Harry's eyes immediately darted back at the woman.<br/>"No, I didn't bring any," he replied, though he wasn't even sure he had a jacket that went with these trousers. "Just a coat."<br/>"Are you going to Mare Street?" she wanted elaborated, and this time Harry could easily tell it was entirely directed towards Draco. "He's dressed too formal - Potter, roll up your sleeves, will you?"<br/>Upon seeing Harry startled at the order, Pansy smiled, gentler. "More youthful."<br/>"Uh, yeah," Harry fumbled, undoing his left cuff with some signs of hesitation. "This is maybe too youthful."<br/>Peeling back the layer of fabric, yet folding in to avoid creases, Harry revealed his tattooed forearm, starting an inch above his watch line. His eyes darted between the two others, before settling at Draco. "Is it not? I don't think your father knows I have 'em."