For a heartbeat, Harry thought he had blacked out. The little shuffle that was Draco untangling his arm Harry's, only to instead wrap it around Harry's waist with such ease and intent, was enough to completely deafen any and all other senses. For a long moment, the weight of Draco's hand on top of his belted waistband was all Harry was truly aware of, making his heart rate skyrocket.<br/>Draco was still talking, unaffected and correct as ever, as Harry regained a sense of spacial awareness. Blinking the world back into focus, Harry tentatively reciprocated the embrace; his hand settled against Draco's shoulder blade.<br/>Harry felt both flushed and flustered, and he realized that, at least in part, translated to his demeanor. Clingerman's eyes rested on Harry, and Harry saw the slight glimmer of disappointment in the eye of the general; it made Harry want to throw up. But then again, Harry rationalized with a steadied inhale, he figured anybody would be uncomfortable in his situation, regardless of whether or not he was actually dating Draco.<br/>"Well, Draco, it was good meeting you," the general said. Though he was smiling as his eyes returned to Draco, his goodbyes was anything but graceful. "You enjoy him. Lieutenant," he offered Harry with an addition.<br/>"General," Harry replied, his voice dry with lack of use. His smile was almost easy, somewhat reassured that this meant they could now go hide in a corner. "Good to see you again."