Harry was once again overcome with a love for Draco, taken by the way a day at the Ministry filtered through Draco’s consciousness as he retold it, realizing for just how long their days had been one and the same. It left a hazy little smile on Harry’s slips, easy and boyish as he listened with earnest interest, certain he would never tire of hearing Draco spill out tangent after the other.<br/>It was only the last little addition that felt particularly and unnecessarily dismissive, enough to make Harry snort, a little surprised. It was probably for the better, the way it pulled him out of his stupor.<br/>“Oh, yeah?” he challenged, a grin inevitably tugging at the corners of his mouth. Adjusting his grip around Draco’s shoulder, he urged him another bit closer. “You’ve decided that already?”