"Oh, don't worry about it," Harry said, and while he had intention to stand when Draco did that thought left his mind the moment Draco started taking off his coat. It wasn't in any way a suggestive gesture, and Harry didn't really interpret it as such; it was more a moment of admiration, momentarily confronted by how beautiful Draco was.<br/>When he eventually caught himself staring, Harry looked away and got off the chair with a soft exhale. Inattentively, he brushed phantom dust particles off of his clean pantlegs, before straightening up his back and taking a step towards Draco. "Where do you want to go?"