Harry was standing with his back to the bar, but in the back of his mind he knew that the question was prompted becase they had an audience. However, Harry was certain that, if he allowed himself to properly give in to the situation, he could convince himself that this was real. It was the act of returning to Draco's touch and the sincerity of the caress that threatened to tip him over the edge. Harry almost looked boyish, his smile having gone slightly crooked under the intimacy of Draco's attention. Returning the touch, Harry's free hand caught Draco's waist.<br/>Draco's question made Harry's heart skip a beat out of sheer anticipation; grateful that Draco hadn't paused long enough for Harry to have to form an answer, Harry easily stretched to meet the kiss, prolonging it for another few seconds.<br/>Getting to kiss Draco was, quite frankly, dizzying. Once Harry returned to the flats of his feet, his cheeks felt warm in a way that couldn't be feigned for the act. His smile, however, was bright, in the ways of someone who had finally been allowed to piss off his boss.<br/>Steadying himself, Harry's occupied hand, too, found Draco's person. Resting the inside of his wrist against Draco's hipbone, careful to keep the drink as far away from Draco as possible, Harry once again leaned in closer.<br/>"Why, is she still looking?" Harry asked, voice more genuinely humored than teasing. Somewhere in the back of his throat was a laugh forming, and, after a moment of lingering in Draco's immediate space, Harry turned to barely glance over his shoulder.<br/>To anybody around them, the gesture seemed barely purposeful; given the circumstance of their embrace, it was, and highly so. Harry inevitably caught her eye, though this time, his smile didn't dimmer back into politeness.<br/>The glance was, over all, quick, and Harry soon enough returned his full attention to Draco. The realisation of just how close they were standing sent a shiver down Harry's, seeming to emanate from where Draco's hand was resting. The smile, however, remained, as Harry stretched to better meet Draco's line of sight, steadying his weight against him.<br/>"Do you think she's jealous?" Harry asked, muttered but still too loud for it not to be spoken with a clear intent. However, the question was asked rhetorically, and mirroring Draco's approach, Harry stretched the final few inches, once again placing a kiss to Draco's lips.