Though the kiss to his temple was enough to send a shudder through Harry, he found that it was far from enough. Lips itching were Draco<span style="font-style: italic">hadn't</span>kissed him, Harry properly turned into the embrace.<br/>Without pushing Draco's hands off him, Harry turned to face him. Harry's face was flushed and his expression transparently giddy as he reached out for Draco, fingers catching him by his jaw in order to return the kiss to his temple with one on the lips. Though brief, Harry's heart rate skyrocketed with the pure joy it brought him.<br/>"I don't think I could love you any more; not even if you tried," Harry admitted with a smile, any and all emotion he had tried to contain finally spilling into his voice. Thought not a secret, the words were spoken to Draco, not meant for Teddy to hear. Only then did he relax his posture.<br/>Even if it hadn't been a tangible thought until Harry had said it out loud, he said it with little hesitation, finding it to ring dauntingly true. In private, though, Harry remarked how his love for Draco<span style="font-style: italic">had</span>indeed seemed to multiply tenfolds at the prospect of Draco becoming a father figure to Teddy. His hands fell to Draco's clavicle, not allowing himself to linger; not now, at least.<br/>Finding it almost necessary to backpedal on the whole-hearted expression of adoration (though not having in him to regret having said it in the first place), Harry instead grinned, deflecting some of the intimacy with a joke. "But you've got to let me cook."