There was something so deeply overwhelming about the way that Harry seemed to constantly reach out to touch him, something that Draco was still trying to wrap his head around most of the time. He felt excited about the promise in Harry’s expression, unsure what it could possibly be, but it struck him as a promise of<span style="font-style: italic">something.</span><br/>“Yeah?” Draco asked, his smile widening as he relaxed into the touch.<br/>“What<span style="font-style: italic">is</span>the dress code for the kitchen then?”