He didn't see it as demeaning to be, in essence, spoon-fed. This was something completely different as he felt his blood rush downward. Harry's lips had been on that same fork. Draco could see that Harry was affected by the act, too. His eyes were dilated, hungry almost. Draco took his time pulling the pancake off the tines. Harry almost shuttered. Who knew eating pancakes could be so... invigorating?
                              
Draco with some boldness, moved his hand up and wrapped his fingers right above Harry's on fork. He pulled it free and sliced through the stack on the plate. He stabbed prongs through a large bite of three layers and offered it up to Harry.
                              
"Course it's in a stack. Not how you like your pancakes: misshapen and sloppy. These are nice and neat."
                              
Harry took the bite whole, grinning like a maniac. Draco's heart quickened. Harry swallowed, not trying to be subtle about it at all.
                              
"Like you," Harry said, slowly and Draco had to stop his hand from shaking. Harry leaned in closer, whispering, "Nice... and... neat...."
                              
Draco dropped the fork as he stared into the green eyes of his savior. It clattered on the plate on the bed between them, but Draco didn't even flinch. He was stuck, again. Harry moved his hand upward and threaded it through Draco's long blonde hair. He closed his eyes, almost purring under Harry's gentle petting. He moved his face into Harry's hand and he didn't even hesitate to caress Draco's cheek.
                              
Draco sucked in a breath and tried to keep the tears at bay. It felt so good and so wrong at the same time, just like the hand-holding. Draco loved how it felt, even if the memories tried to bring him down. Harry wouldn't hurt him. But the hand stopped moving and Draco opened his eyes. Harry was staring at him concerned. Draco loved that he could read him so thoroughly, but it was annoying sometimes. He tried to convey that he was alright, but no words would come out. 
                              
Draco moved his head further into Harry's palm, but Potter hated his reliance on non-verbal communication. This time he obliged him, moving his fingers over his skin lightly, again. Draco smiled that he had complied, but when Harry's fingers drifted down to his neck and around Adam's apple, he flinched. Harry dropped his arm immediately and looked at him with a raised eyebrow. 
                              
Draco had no intention of sharing why that had triggered such a fierce response. He looked down at the plate and took another bite of food. 
                              
"So, why do you like the messed-up ones?" Draco said, trying to be light-hearted and Harry reluctantly smiled and went with it.
                              
"Cause no one really does. Even if they are the same as the others. They just look bad, so people disregard them. It's not their fault that they're different or bad things happened to them," Harry said, staring his vibrant, unflinching eyes straight into him.
                              
Draco trembled and then interlocked his fingers with Harry's hand on the bed. He blushed slightly and his eyes were a little moist. "I just thought you liked them because they're sloppy... like you... and your hair."
                              
Harry grinned. "You're not wrong. But you've been letting yours loose lately." He looked like he was refraining from touching it.
                              
Draco went red. 
                              
"What?" Harry prodded.
                              
"Nothing."
                              
"Nothing is you blushing like crazy or am I wrong?" Harry asked, amused, but then frowned. "Or is it something else? You still have your potions, right?"
                              
"I have enough to last two years, honestly."
                              
"Then?" Harry prompted, not letting it go.
                              
Draco dropped his eyes, wondering if Harry would just shut up if he didn't answer.