Though Draco’s tone of voice had relaxed and his smile had become sweeter, his words hit Harry like a boulder, washing the otherwise persistent smile off of his lips. The ease with with Draco said<span style="font-style: italic">ruin</span>sent a shiver down Harry’s spine, making his stomach flip with unbridled, pitiful anticipation. For a moment, there was nothing Harry wanted more than for Draco to follow through on that promise.<br/>The fact that Draco spoke as if this was a sufficient resolution was incomprehensible to Harry, his mind scrambling for an excuse to favour this tangent over dinner with no regards for the plans he had made for the evening. Harry parted his lips to speak, but it took him another second to find the words - any words. He was itching to reach out for Draco but feeling stuck in place by the stark change of Draco’s.<br/>Harry grinned, overwhelmed.<br/>“They’d be fine, I think.”