Harry’s grip around Draco’s waist tightened immediately when Draco leaned in to kiss him again; it was juvenile, an expression of boyish desperation to keep Draco close after days where it had felt like they were miles apart.<br/>Harry’s hands left Draco’s sides in favour of the small of his back, drawing him into a closer embrace. He wanted everything Draco would offer, any worries that had collected over the passing few days completely evaporated from Harry’s consciousness. Draco had slowly but steadily become Harry’s entire world, the existence of any other beings still fuzzy, even with Clarke’s visit fresh on his mind. Now that Draco kissed him so willingly, Harry felt completely unable to refuse him.