Harry beamed at that, surprised. Next to him, Erica might have taken notice of the intimacy of the phrasing if she didn’t consider it a rather commonplace sentiment shared by most when speaking on Harry Potter.<br/>“Let’s start at Transportation, then,” he grinned, feeling his skin flush at the prospect of what lay beyond that.<br/>Patting a parting little marker onto the counter, Harry glanced at Erica; his gaze didn’t stay on her for long, nothing about her comparable to the almost magnetic full Draco had on him.<br/>“We better be off.”<br/>Harry’s hand had already slipped off the counter before finishing the sentiment, stepping away from the counter. Passing Draco, Harry instinctively reached for him, only barely so redirecting his touch from Draco’s wrist to his upper arm, an awkwardly dragged encouragement for him to turn and follow rather than a caress.<br/>Blurring the intimacy, Harry glanced at Erica as he dropped his hand, instead finding greater utility in pulling the door open for them.<br/>“Ta, Erica,” he smiled at the witch, forcing his attention off of Draco, if only for a second.