Everything about Harry was making Draco short circuit, unsure how he was supposed to be able to keep a rational mind when Harry kept saying such sweet things to him. He knew that it was exaggerated, kicked up a notch likely just to get him riled up, but that did nothing to stop his heart from beating faster and his head from spinning.<br/>He wanted to say something, wanted to come with any kind of quip that would bring them back to what they normally were, but he knew that he would never be able to. He desperately wanted Harry to keep talking, wanted to hear and feel more.<br/>“Christ, Harry,” was all he could manage, hoping that it would do enough to explain to Harry what he felt about him, what he so desperately wanted.