Harry's eyes darted between Draco and the task of straightening his coat out. Thoughtlessly tugging the sleeves taut, he kept glancing up at Draco with interest. Draco always had such a trivial approach to his job, and, though Harry's lips parted to further ask about the process of song writing, Draco had already moved on.<br/>"Uh," Harry buffered, having understood the question, yet finding himself to have prepared a different reply. Using that pause, he turned to finally hang his coat and free his hands. "I don't know, I guess."<br/>His words, though silly, were truthful enough. There was a small furrow between his brows, a little mindless grimace, as he yet again turned towards Draco. "Hectic, maybe, but not rough, per say."<br/>Harry had crossed the foyer as he spoke, finally seeming to let go of that last air of appearing pressed for time. A smile had replaced the frown, and, once again having Draco within reach, Harry's hands moved to frame Draco's face.<br/>Partially tugging Draco closer, partially stretching to meet him halfway, Harry pressed a grinning kiss to Draco's lips. The kiss was brief but earnest, and only moments later, Harry's posture relaxed and his grip around Draco loosened.<br/>"Hi," Harry smiled, a tease tugging at the corner of his mouth, removing his hands from Draco's person. "Properly."