The way Draco brushed off the compliment did nothing to stop Harry from grinning, wide and entertained. Whether or not Draco had realised it, his words carried a detrimental truth. Harry himself was aware of it, just how much he strived to be good to Draco, to keep up and live up to the expectations Draco held for him. It stood in stark contrast to how he struggled to live up to the public’s perception of him; but really, when it all came down to it, he simply liked Draco’s version of him better.<br/>A boyish grin to his face, Harry dropped his hands from Draco’s face, instead wrapping them tight around the outside of his thighs.<br/>“Shut up,” he cussed with a chuckle, shifting beneath Draco to seat himself onto his knees, a juvenile balancing act.<br/>Shifting his hands to a more stable hold around the small of Draco’s waist, Harry toppled them over and onto Draco’s back, as though they had been a decade younger than their age