Harry hummed distantly, figuring that that was a possibility. He certainly didn’t /dislike/ Draco’s hair, nor everything that came with it being down. Draco wore his hair down in bed, or when executing magic too complicated to do wandless; both of which made Harry’s heart rate quicken.<br/>“Maybe, yeah,” he reluctantly agreed, his smile seeping into the tone of his voice.<br/>Distractedly, Harry ran a hand through Draco’s hair, slow and heavy as his fingers raked against Draco’s scalp.<br/>“I don’t know,” Harry admitted with a breath, as if he had to justify a pattern he hadn’t realized existed. He had tipped his head to the side, better allowing him to watch his fingers leave the ends of Draco’s hair, no longer obscured by the curve of his head.<br/>“I don’t think I ever expected you to grow your hair out, is all.”