Harry's eyes followed Draco as the other circled the table, his growing grin only softened by his hand at his lips, a carrot stick pinched between his fingers. The slight variations of their morning was enough to send a thrill down Harry's spine; not walking together from the dock to breakfast, Draco moving to seat himself by Harry's side when he had previously sat across from him whenever possible. There was something deeply exciting about even being aware of these subtle changes to their otherwise established routine.<br/>Attention laying undivided on Draco, it was only when the other spoke that Harry shifted. Letting the carrot fall to his plate n order to free up his hands, Harry easily reached across the table after the thermos, answering Draco's question with an action.<br/>When Harry yet again turned, thermos in hand, Draco had seated himself by his side. The sheer ridicule of Draco's proximity made Harry's head spin and smile widen. The line down the outside his thigh where they just barely touched felt impossibly warm, yet the feeling wasn't nearly enough.<br/>With a<span style="font-style: italic">thud</span>he finally placed the thermos in front of Draco.<br/>"Good morning," Harry smiled, only thereafter ducking his head towards his place.<br/>Without a trace of hesitation, Harry spread his legs, pressing his knee against Draco's, greatly increasing the area of contact. When Harry once again glanced up at Draco, he yet again had placed a carrot stick to his lips; it yet again took the edge of his grin. "You're up late."