Draco's laugh once again made Harry shift in some vague indication of uncomfort, but the dumb grin on his lips overruled the involuntary twitch. "I'll see you in a minute, Gin."<br/>Harry had already leaned slightly forward while speaking, and barely took his eyes off of Draco long enough to confirm that he had, in fact, ended the call.<br/>With his hand still placed onto Draco's midriff, he used to balance himself as he once again leaned in close.<br/>"What the hell," he challenged, though his voice was bordering a laugh. His lips had barely been an inch appart when he finished the question; he crossed the remaining distance pressing a brief kiss onto Draco's lips. "She's gonna grill me for that, you know."