Harry's hesitation almost made his movements seem reluctant, as he finally started moving. There was a million things going through his head, but every thought was so brief that they were gone before he could express them into words. When he finally gathered the courage to sit, Harry quickly realised that he had seated himself too close to Draco.<br/>Once again, Draco filled Harry's senses, and as the fear of misunderstanding still gnawed at Harry, he had to look momentarily away. "Draco, what-" he started in an exhale, but seemingly unable to form a sentence longer than that, his voice died out in the quiet room.