Draco felt absolutely elated, knowing that the stop of the spread was a valuable clue to him, but for now, he was mostly just happy that he would get to be around Harry again.<br/>Feeling the loss of Harry’s hands on his legs, Draco reached out for Harry’s glasses, almost as if he was asking for permission to remove them. Even if part if part of their isolation had been his own fault.<br/>Now though, his desire for Harry ebbed over, the culmination of an itch that he had ignored for so long, but no longer felt the need to do so.<br/>When he received no objection to his hands near Harry’s glasses, Draco removed them, a crooked grin on his lips as he placed them on the nightstand.<br/>“Very good,” he confirmed, grin still on his lips as he looked down at Harry, struck by how open and vulnerable he looked. He was beautiful and Draco wanted him so terribly much. “Can I kiss you?”