The feeling of Draco's skin on his sent needles up Harry's arm; he found it almost ridiculous how giddy such a simple gesture left him. Welcoming the touch, Harry turned his palm upward under Draco's hand, carefully intertwining their fingers.<br/>Harry hadn't noticed when, but his eyes had dipped to their hands and an almost childish smile ghosted at the corners of his mouth. Tentatively, he brushed his thumb across Draco's.<br/>"Can I kiss you?"<br/>Though the question broke the several moments of silence between them, it felt to Harry like it had come out without a second thought. His eyes once again sought Draco's. His voice had dropped to little more than a whisper, and the soft fidgetting of his fingers had stalled, but the growing smile on his lips was easy and showed no signs of regret. "If you don't mind me asking."