Even after all this time, the feeling of Draco's lips barely brushing against his cheek still managed to make the hairs on his neck stand. There was something beyond intoxicating about turning towards Draco's voice and finding him so close by. A bright smile illuminated his features.<br/>"Hi," he answered with a delay, no real regard to Draco's question.<br/>Harry had just started undoing the butcher's paper covering the chicken for their dinner and, despite not wanting anything more than to reach out for Draco, he refrained.<br/>Hands still hovering above the half opened packet, Harry leaned in towards Draco, chin tipped upwards in a challenging tease. "No; do you?"<br/>Unable to properly pull Draco in for a kiss, Harry stretched that last couple of inches, pressing a gentle kiss to Draco's lips, intimate despite the lack of touch.<br/>The kiss didn't last long enough for either of them to linger; Harry leaned out of it as he once again stood on the flats of his feet. Yet again turning towards the chicken, Harry cast a grinned glance across his shoulder towards Draco. "Are you going to take him home with you?"