There was a lot of unsaid between them, but Harry knew well enough not to push. He had offered Draco a figurative olive branch of an opportunity to give voice to any lingering things that made the air between them heavy; there wasn't any more Harry could do.<br/>The shameless change of subject made Harry grin, first out of sheer disorientation. It took him a moment to gather himself for the mood shift, but once he did, his smile widened.<br/>"Well, not to brag but I have been lifting weights -" he commented, a teasing glimmer in his eyes. Though juvenile, Harry found that the change of tone didn't feel as forced as he could have expected.<br/>Wading through the waters, barely able to get a footing at this depth, Harry managed to find a stable spot to stand on top of a lake bed rock; the water when from hitting Harry at his shoulders, to his clavicles.<br/>The grin still toying at the corners of his mouth, Harry extended his hands towards Draco, though they didn't reach the other fully. "Are you considering doing the jump from Dirty Dancing?"