The feeling of Draco’s breath against his neck made Harry grin through a shudder, giddy in how juvenile this felt, and by the seemingly inexplicable way he managed to capture Draco’s attention. Happiness bloomed through his chest, feeling exceptionally lucky to get to experience such unbridled affection.<br/>Withdrawing his hand from Draco’s shoulder blade, Harry instead allowed himself the indulgence of wrapping both arms around Draco’s shoulders, happy to encourage this new proximity. One hand settled at the nape of his neck, skin exposed by the bun still in his hair, and suddenly, Harry wanted nothing more than to pick him apart.<br/>Turning his head towards Draco, Harry’s face brushed against the hair at Draco’s temples.<br/>“Why don’t I show you how much I’ve missed you?” Harry asked with a smile, the late hour bringing such a softness to his affection that it was barely short of religious devotion.