Draco's grip around Harry's hair was so tight that it made Harry's breath catch, the little sound being muffled by the kiss. While not necessarily painful, it had sent a jolt down Harry's spine, threatening to made his knees buckle.<br/>Draco was kissing him with such eagerness that Harry had a hard time even keeping up. While Harry was pifitifully aware of the fact that he would give into every sigle one of Draco's plead and demands, Harry didn't dare push it, knowing it had to be Draco who set the pace between them. Harry had laid all his cards on the table, yet he had no idea what any of this meant to Draco.<br/>However, with a thought process that was barely coherent, Harry figured that encouragement was hardly the same as instigating. As Draco pressed into the kiss, Harry readily welcomed the proximity. With no hesitation, his hands left Draco's waist; while one wrapped around the small of Draco's back in a proper embrace, the other settled on Draco's bum, pulling Draco's hips closer to his own.