Unable to do anything else, Harry laughed. Their conversation had taken a turn, dangerously close to becoming a charade, yet Harry couldn't get himself to care. Deep in the pit of his stomach, he didn't find it unlikely that he and Draco would eventually wind up in a similar position.<br/>A bright smile was still on his lips as he ducked his head in an attempt to meet Draco's eye line. When that didn't prove immediately successful, Harry, unfazed, leaned forward, bridge of his nose brushing against Draco's temple. Harry was giddy, practically coming apart at the seams.<br/>"At least I'd like to," he grinned, his voice echoing too much of the laugh to be fully seductive. His hand moved no further, instead placing a kiss to the corner of Draco's mouth, an inch short of reaching his lips.