Feeling Harry smile into the kiss that he had just stolen did nothing to make Draco feel more connected to the earth he was standing on. The way that Harry was holding onto him, allowing Draco the indulgence of returning the kiss, almost feeling like it was a little forbidden, what with both of them dressed up like this, even if he knew that it was still very much just the two of them.<br/>Draco allowed himself the moment, just a moment in which he could pretend that they had stolen away from a large gathering to be alone. It was silly to even think like that, but Draco felt that deserved that kind of fantasy.<br/>He gently broke the kiss, simply by stretching his back, but he was still smiling softly at Harry as he did.<br/>“Are we trying to win time?”