Upon hearing Draco's voice, Harry instinctively straightened his posture. His hands never left the back rest of the empty chair, though Harry turned slightly to face the other. Once he caught sight of the other, a smile immediately lit up his features; by now, the kiss felt distant and impossible enough that it lingered in the back of Harry's mind almost as had it been a dream.<br/>"Yeah, of course," Harry just answered softly, finding that the passive answer was a given, especially taking the context into consideration.<br/>"You've missed the actual show." Pansy's comment was harsher than Harry's, which, Harry figured, was to be expected from the closeness between the two.<br/>Not needing Pansy to clarify, Harry couldn't help but glance back towards the table and back to Ron, whose cheeks seemed to be dyed a permanent blush.