The moment Draco reached out for Harry the electric charge seemed to jump between them. The touch alone was enough to make Harry shudder, the release of the tightly wound anticipation making the hairs on his neck stand.<br/>Harry’s smile went crooked, exhaling a sound that could have become a laugh. The weight of Draco’s hands against his stomach quickly felt burning hot, and Harry found that it clouded his mind. With no rhyme or reasoning, Harry started unwrapping the cabbages.<br/>“Yeah,” he attempted, grinning yet unable to say anything cutting or clever.<br/>Faced with the bare vegetables, Harry figured they could do for a rinse before he did anything else. So, he abandoned it, having no intention of pushing Draco away – quite possibly<br/>Finally allowing himself to lean into the embrace, Harry tipped his head against Draco, the gesture almost juvenile among the intimacy of the position.<br/>“I guess you’re right,” he grinned.