There was just something so inherently boyish about Harry that would always take Draco’s breath away.<br/>It seemed so impossible that after everything he had been through, that the boyish smile on his lips would have stayed. Draco wanted to kiss it, wanting to make sure that it always stayed like that. Maybe it was just the wine, even if Draco knew that he had only had two glasses, which he could barely feel, but Harry was overwhelming to Draco and he wanted to take it all in.<br/>“Hey,” he managed just before Harry kissed him again, and Draco didn’t have it in him to argue with that. He had been the one to start them on that tangent after all, and he was more than eager for them to go back down that way.<br/>Draco wrapped his arms around Harry’s shoulders, one hand slowly inching its way down the neck of Harry’s shirt, only to be met with even more layers of clothes. It wasn’t unexpected, but the discovery still made Draco grin in the kiss.