Feeling the heat of Harry’s body next to his own, Draco naturally leaned in against him, finding himself slightly chilly in the brisk night air. He hadn’t thought to bring a cardigan or a sweater when he stormed out and that was coming to bite him in the ass now.<br/>“Not particularly,” Draco simply stated, looking up at Harry, who was suddenly a lot closer than he had anticipated. It was ridiculous, seeing as Draco had been the one to lean closer to the other, yet he still found himself overwhelmed by Harry’s presence. The smell of his sun kissed skin suddenly to overwhelming to ignore.<br/>“In fact, I don’t wanna talk at all,” he found himself saying, as his hand slowly moved to Harry’s cheek, wanting to see him properly.<br/>Without really knowing what lead him to it, he found himself with the urge to kiss Harry, an urge he wasn’t about to fight, as he slowly leant in closer, allowing Harry time to move away, and softly kissed his lips.