It was greatly rewarding feeling Draco stretch into their kiss, a subtle confirmation that Draco, too, was on edge going into this. It made a shiver run down Harry’s spine, making his head spin.<br/>“You’re such an asshole,” Harry muttered when their lips parted, though there was no shortage of fondness in his voice.<br/>Draco had gotten under Harry’s skin in more ways than one. Harry spent the entire day not only recalling the ghosting of Draco’s touch but the electricity of his magic beneath his skin, and one day Harry would have to face the fact that it had become an issue.<br/>That wasn’t today.<br/>“I didn’t get anything done today,” Harry complained in a breath, though the way his pupils had dilated told that he hadn’t really minded.<br/>Harry dropped his hands from Draco’s face to his thighs, fingers brushing against the inside of Draco’s knee to encourage him to swivel on the chair, turning away from the table. “Been thinking about you all day.”