Harry glanced at Draco with a 1 liter water bottle in his hand, and with a small smile he breathed: "Yeah, it was - thanks. Weather's great."<br/>Unable to keep his eyes on Draco's, Harry once again looked away into the fridge as he took a few large drinks of water directly from the bottle.<br/>By the time he had drunk two thirds of the bottle, he put on the cap before finally turning to properly face Draco. A few drops of sweat ran down his temple, and in an inattentive habit, Harry used the bottom hem of his shirt to wipe it off, momentarily baring his midriff.<br/>"You, um, going out?" he finally phrased when once again looking at the other. Harry had debated what would be worse - obviously noticing the change of wardrobe but not acknowledging it, or to address it. As Harry spoke, he seemed to realise that Draco didn't need an excuse to dress like this, and for a moment, Harry seemed as if he was going to say more in order to correct the assumption.