Though Harry didn’t laugh, a wide toothy grin bloomed on his lips, humoured nonetheless. It was at best morbid, and at worst heartbreaking, but it was a delicate line they only seemed to be able to balance the two of them alone. It probably shouldn’t feel this comforting.<br/>“I’m almost affronted if that’s the case,” he argued with fake offence, his grin boyish throughout it. “I’ve quite famously survived that before just fine.”<br/>Shifting his leg slightly, Harry leaned his knee against Draco’s calf, a teased accusation as his grin reappeared. “Besides, I thought I was being carried away by my Healer, not some sorry excuse for a teenage terrorist.”