The sudden touch all but startled Harry, his mind having been somewhere completely different. When he turned to place it in the present rather than in the past, the gentle concern on Draco’s face made Harry’s heart jump, having not expected it.<br/>He turned his hand in Draco’s grip, returning the touch where he could reach to place it; Harry’s fingers curled around Draco’s forearm, giving it a reassuring little squeeze.<br/>He nodded a little confirmation, before removing his hand entirely. Instead, it found the small of Draco’s back, urging him to be the one to follow Buchannan.<br/>“You’re doing great,” he encouraged under his breath, his thoughts finally coherent enough to allow a budding smile to pull at his lips.<br/><br/>“Which one’s the closest to your study?” Buchannan asked from the highest most steps of the stairs.