Harry couldn’t find it in himself to be very talkative, however. Draco had finally sat down for his own breakfast, with everyone else fed, and he had ended up in the seat opposite Harry’s. When Draco’s long legs ended up pressed against his own, they both froze for a moment, but then neither pulled away. When later, they’d both reached for the salt, and their fingers had brushed, Harry had nearly gasped at the palpable spark between them. He couldn’t recall a time in his life when such an innocuous touch had inspired such a strong reaction.