Harry stared at him for a while, eyes glued to patches of the bare skin until they were covered. He looked away quickly, back out at the swiftly passing scenery.
To late, mind already covered by leaves in the gutter.
Blast you, hormones.
"I'm paranoid, Draco. You know how people would react if they knew, and what if you're father got wind?" He looked back, creases forming by tired eyes. "Unlike you, some people worry about almost important things."