Harry half expected Draco to drop his hand like he had been burned by it the second they were in front of other people. His chest squeezed with emotion when, instead, he gripped Harry’s fingers tighter and pulled him along to an empty spot on the floor in front of one of the sofa’s. Harry felt so unsure, so off-kilter, about everything, that Draco’s own confidence helped to steady his nerves. He felt he couldn’t be blamed for expecting some level of shame or embarrassment from Draco - for months there had obviously been something standing in the way of   this. Hopefully, soon he would understand exactly what.