His eyes trailed along Harry’s exposed forearms, up to the curve of his shoulder and then moving to where his shoulders sloped upwards into his neck. He could just make out the sharp angle of Potter’s jaw as he ate his dinner - rocking back and forth into prominence just below his ear. Potter paused only to push his glasses back up his narrow nose, before continuing to enjoy his meal, oblivious to Draco’s observation of him. He had a smattering of dark stubble on his cheeks, and his hair was completely wild from an entire month of him raking his fingers through it in frustration. Rather than making him look haggard, as the look most certainly would have done on Draco, it instead only made him more interesting to look at. It looked deliberate almost - as if Harry knew that this slightly rough edge only made him more appealing.