Draco's question sent Harry through a wide array of emotions, only part of them showing in his expression. Firstly and most noticeably was an almost startled look of surprise. While Draco's question wasn't unreasonable, Harry found it to be greatly unexpected, right there and then. As a consequence, he grimaced. Though the smile remained, Harry felt wholly unprepared for this conversation.<br/>"Was I?" he asked with a crooked grin, a joke more than a tease. Draco was, after all, not entirely wrong. Harry, himself, was not entirely comfortable having this conversation; not seriously. "Maybe the day<span style="font-style: italic">before </span>yesterday."<br/>With that, Harry leaned out of Draco's embrace, withdrawing his hands as he did. Instead, he leaned backwards until lying on his back on the wooden dock beneath them. Though the distance was formed in a need for space to think, nothing about the movement was neither aggressive nor hurt. Harry hadn't otherwise moved, his thigh still firmly pressed against Draco's, still relishing Draco's proximity and company.<br/>Entwining his own fingers, he folded his hands across his hairline. Then, he exhaled, still coming across as perplexed, more than anything else. His voice had softened in an attempt to accommodate this conversation, though he couldn't think of a single answer to any question, Draco might ask him.<br/>"I don't know, Draco - what about it do we need to talk about?" Harry tipped his head over, eyes shifting from the dark sky above them to the back of Draco's head. His lips parted a moment before continuing, carefully so. "Is it bothering you?"